Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY (MF, MFF, orgy, cons, oral, anal) This is the final installment of Victoria. I originally started this based on a role-play I did with a friend of mine and it just kind of went from there. Hopefully you have enjoyed it. I apologize for the length of the last one-it is nearly one of the longest things I've written-but I think given the content that it was warranted and you will forgive me. If you have any requests, feel free to send me a text. I always have lots of ideas floating around in my head (guys, sex, you know) and perhaps you can refine or push me in a certain direction. Enjoy this last one. ------------------------------------------------ My name is Victoria. If you -(TM)ve been following along, you already know I -(TM)m a vampire. The whole of Master -(TM)s household are vampires, even the maids except for our youngest daughter. Our home is our little patch of paradise though. We -(TM)re all very content here. This isn -(TM)t about me though. Well, it sort of is but this will be the last part of my life I will share with you. Your imaginations are more than capable of filling in the blanks. Besides, if I kept writing this, it would become boring pretty damn fast. I am immortal (basically) so I could fill several human lifetimes with stories. No, I figured I -(TM)d go out with a bang: my 20th anniversary. Now anniversaries are special in and of themselves but when it -(TM)s also the anniversary of one -(TM)s death and resurrection, it is even more special. I wonder if only I remember the date on which I was turned. Perhaps I -(TM)ll ask one day. It -(TM)s not important enough to fret over now. It all started a few days before our actual anniversary. Master took me out shopping for our trip to a destination he wouldn -(TM)t tell me. Typical! I wasn -(TM)t about to complain though. His surprises are always good ones. Girls love shopping and boys hate it, usually. I -(TM)m sure there was going to be a price to pay for dragging my -~husband -(TM) along. -So why are we going shopping? - I asked. -I have plenty of clothes, not that I -(TM)m complaining. - -Because, I not only like to spoil you but I also have some particular items I want you to try on. - -Let me guess, swimsuits and lingerie. - Pervert Master is what I should start calling him. -You read my mind! Are you sure that you aren -(TM)t psychic? - -Psychics are frauds and it doesn -(TM)t take much to know what -(TM)s in that head of yours. I -(TM)ve known you long enough. Your mind is dirty and perverted and we all love it. I -(TM)m sure you can -(TM)t wait for me to take my clothes off. - -Guilty as charged, - he said with a smirk. -Let -(TM)s get started. - We decided to bypass the one-piece swimsuits. No doubt there are some slutty and skimpy versions of them but if you want some attention, bikinis are the only way to go. The first one was a yellow polka dotted bikini. Reminded me of the song and so I started humming it. -Hmm, not bad but a little flashy. Not a big fan of bright colors. - -I -(TM)ll take it off then, - I said with a shrug. The next one was orange and I figured it would also be met disapprovingly since he -(TM)d disliked the -~flashy -(TM) yellow one. -Not too shabby, very Baywatch except they didn -(TM)t wear bikinis. Maybe we can keep that one. - The next two were a black one and a white one. These met with his approval and I put them in the -~good -(TM) pile. Red was a yes, navy blue a no. The one we both liked was red and it had little frills and such around the waistband. They flew up when I did a little spin and he clapped his approval. -I think that is enough swimwear. Let -(TM)s move to something more fun. - -Socks, you mean? - -Funny, I don -(TM)t really think socks are that sexy unless that -(TM)s all you -(TM)re wearing. We wouldn -(TM)t want those tootsies of yours to freeze. I meant lingerie of course. - Here it was easier as his favorite colors were red, white & black. They also happened to be the colors of his alma mater. What a coincidence! -You know why black is one of my favorite colors, right? - -Hello! We -(TM)ve been together for 20 years now. You think I don -(TM)t pay attention? Black is good because it seems naughty. It -(TM)s something that sluts, whores, mistresses and all manner of bad girls wear. - -Just try them on already, - he said with a smack on my ass. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me. -You -(TM)re coming with me. I -(TM)m not modeling for everyone in the store. - -I love it when you want something. Let -(TM)s get those clothes off! - The next half an hour was a private fashion show. I felt kind of guilty and a bit worried not wearing any underwear between what I was trying on and my skin but Master said we -(TM)d probably be buying them all anyway. We -(TM)d definitely have to wash them though, for my piece of mind. About halfway through my showing off, my master pulled me onto his lap on the chair, pulled my pants aside and put his hand in my current bra. -Fuck yourself, baby. - I don -(TM)t know why being ordered to masturbate got me wet but my fingers were soon slick with my wetness and my mouth was filled with his tongue. My fingers glided in and out of me effortlessly as I frigged myself for my -~husband -(TM). No doubt this was only a start. He can never stop at masturbation. -~Too bad it -(TM)s not -~Masterbation -(TM) -(TM), I thought to myself. Perhaps if more guys pleased their girls in such a pleasing and perverted manner, they would help their relationships. My thoughts were interrupted by my body -(TM)s twitches in the throes of orgasmic milking of my fingers for milk only Master could provide. -Had fun, did we? - Master broke in. -You ruined it! - I said indignantly. -Nonsense, you came, didn -(TM)t you? - -That -(TM)s not the point. - That -(TM)s what I thought in my mind anyway. I couldn -(TM)t say it around his tongue in my mouth. -Just wait a minute. We -(TM)ll have a visitor soon. - I had no idea how he knew but I wasn -(TM)t sure I wanted to be caught with my pants down, so to speak. I heard a voice and a key in the lock. Had to take some serious balls to break into a room that clearly had people committing various sexual acts with each other. Maybe that -(TM)s what the girl wanted. You can watch porn on the Internet free, for fuck -(TM)s sake. No need to harass your clientele. The girl, young woman really, pretended to be shocked at the sight of us. It -(TM)s not like any cocks were out or involved, at least not yet. -I -(TM)m sorry, but management will chew me out if I don -(TM)t ask you to leave. - Her voice was high, either from surprise or just naturally. I wondered how she would enjoy my master -(TM)s cock in her throat, fucking it, filling it. Maybe it would be fun to see her pretty young face taking a load of spunk on it. -~Oh no, Master -(TM)s rubbing off on me. -(TM) Well, he had, that was a certainty but usually not in that manner. -There -(TM)s no need to be so hasty. Your shift is over, isn -(TM)t it? You -(TM)re having boyfriend problems, aren -(TM)t you? How about we solve both those problems. - It wasn -(TM)t a question; it was a statement. She wasn -(TM)t leaving with some dick in one of her holes. Besides, I knew Master had good hearing. I had heard her talking and complaining with one of her girlfriends. He looked out for girls; it -(TM)s just how he is. Even strange girls are treated better by him than some men treated their girlfriends and wives. -Yes, - she said simply. -I didn -(TM)t think I talked that loud. Please don -(TM)t tell my boss. I need this job. There aren -(TM)t many of them out there right now. - -Relax! - It was good advice. You cum harder when you aren -(TM)t fighting it. -I have no desire to get you in trouble. You have boyfriend problems and I have a solution. Have you ever had anal sex? - -No. I never let any boy put it there. It -(TM)s supposed to be painful and unpleasant. - -But it -(TM)s not cheating to do anal. Some girls can cum harder that way anyway. Victoria here -- - He hadn -(TM)t actually just used my real name, had he? - --she was reluctant on her first anal penetration but she loved it. Every girl I -(TM)ve done it with does. The key is to relax and be prepared. It -(TM)s only cheating if you can make a baby with it, honey. If you want to get back at your boyfriend, have loads of great sex that doesn -(TM)t involve him. - -I don -(TM)t know if I should, - she said meekly. -The things that feel the best are the things you should not do. If you don -(TM)t like it, you can leave but there will be a price to pay. - Master lifted me off of his lap, set me to the side and stood up before the poor girl. Well, she wasn -(TM)t that poor. Master was about to give of himself, give her himself, a girl can -(TM)t turn down that gift, not when she -(TM)s in his arms being kissed the way she now was. When the two of them pulled away from each other, she was panting like she -(TM)d just run the 100m dash. -Wow! - seemed all she was capable of saying. -Exactly! - I chimed in. -But there -(TM)s more you know. He -(TM)s not just a good kisser. He -(TM)s a pretty good fucker too. - I winked at her. I suppose that having a wife (and I loved her as best as I could) had made me into a bi-curious little slut. She reached behind her and unzipped her black skirt. It was modest because it was her uniform; her panties, which matched those at my feet, were far from it. They screamed -~Fuck me! Fuck me now! Choose the hole and just fuck me! - My husband whistled in approval as he pulled them down to the ground and she stepped out of them. He asked for the lube from my purse and I handed it to him and he squirted a liberal amount into his hand. -If it -(TM)s cold, I apologize in advance. Your hot little body will warm it up though. - He kissed her neck between words and she relaxed. He whispered into her ear. I didn -(TM)t hear what she heard but she relaxed even more. I had an idea since he -(TM)d said something similar before my first anal penetration. She spread her cute, little round ass for him and he used his anal Contra cheat code. She nodded and moaned, receptive, as any good slut should be for a man -(TM)s cock. He worked one and then two fingers inside to stretch her out a little. That -(TM)s the beauty of anal virginity. There -(TM)s no hymen to deal with. -You -(TM)re doing fine, sweetheart. You -(TM)re doing everything right. - Aaron said something I couldn -(TM)t hear and she turned red in the face and shook her head. He unbuttoned her uniform blouse and her bra-clad breasts popped free. His hands slid inside and moved her bra up to free her beautiful mounds. They were as big and lovely as my wife -(TM)s, our wife -(TM)s (everything that -(TM)s mine is also Master -(TM)s) though I doubted she -(TM)d been lactating. -Fuck me! - the little whore whispered. -I -(TM)m ready. I want it. - Master began to ease his cock into her tight little chocolate starfish and she gasped. Maybe it was because of his dick or because her breasts, nipples pointed toward the mirror, were snugly held in Master -(TM)s warm hands. I don -(TM)t mind him having other lovers the way I might have when we first met but I do get a little jealous sometimes that his cock is in them and not me. I don -(TM)t care if that makes me a horrible person. I get horny too. Just as long as he doesn -(TM)t accidentally turn her, it was okay. Our family is large enough as it is, the perfect size really. A strange noise got my attention and I looked to the pair of them. A large amount of girl cum, female ejaculate, was running down the mirror. I wasn -(TM)t unfamiliar with squirting orgasms. Master and Mandy and I had had our share. There was a lot though. I watched it running down the full-length mirror until she caught her breath. -Oh my God! What was that? I just pissed everywhere! - She looked behind her to Master after looking questioningly at me. -It is not pee, sweetie. - Master and I answered simultaneously. -It -(TM)s called squirting, - I said. -It -(TM)s really intense and I -(TM)m glad you didn -(TM)t try and stop it. It wouldn -(TM)t feel too good. Squirting is just a sign of a really intense orgasm. Anal virgin loses squirting virginity at the same time. Sounds like a porn description. - She blushed furiously, melting into her anal lover -(TM)s arms. -Well I feel honored to have taken 2 of your virginities today, - Master said. -You have a pretty nice ass. - His hands released her breasts and cupped her ass in them. -It -(TM)s tons of fun and I hope it didn -(TM)t hurt too much, having your cherry popped, that is. - I -(TM)d grown tired of their mushy pillow talk. Guys, girls don -(TM)t mind a threesome as much as they say. They usually like a say in the girl, of course, but a lot of girls secretly want to try and fantasize about a little girl-girl action. What we don -(TM)t like is being ignored in a threesome. If we -(TM)re in a long-term relationship with a man, we don -(TM)t want a m(C)nage à trois where the man spends most of his time with the new girl. If we -(TM)re nice enough to allow another woman in the bedroom, go ahead and bang her but go right back to us. Kiss her and then back to us. Better yet, if you have the imagination, make it a true triangle. There are so many possibilities and we like them all so much. I pulled the two of them back from the mirror and stood with my back to it; it looked like her cum was dripping from my snatch down between my legs. Once I was positioned, they came back to me. She -(TM)d shed all her clothes by now, savoring the warmth from her lover just the same as I would in her shoes (which were about the only thing still on her). -Girl-on-girl stuff isn -(TM)t cheating either, you know. You can -(TM)t get pregnant from it. Besides, if you were caught, guys will forgive it more than girls will forgive catching their man with another man. Homosexuality somehow is seen as more heterosexual to watch, but only lesbians, not hard gay porn. Besides, my wife is nice enough to let me please other girls but she has a price. You know you want to try it. - Master really will say anything when there are two girls in bed with him, not that he was in the wrong. To make up her mind, I grabbed her cute butt (Did I really say that? Hopefully it wasn -(TM)t aloud.) I was spreading her for our boy toy. Since she no longer needed to spread her cheeks, she wrapped her arms around my neck placing us tit-to-tit, clit-to-clit and lip-to-lip. She wanted the -Mandy experience - and, though she wasn -(TM)t my wife, I didn -(TM)t think Mandy would mind. She never did with our master -(TM)s dalliances and I did technically outrank my little wifey-poo. I -(TM)ll be honest; we probably were there a lot longer than we should have been. We were both so turned on that when we rubbed our bodies against each other, kissed each other, were forced up against each other, it was electric. All three of us were having an amazing time and we were all sort of sad when it came to an end, as all good things seem to. We dressed and left. We bought all the lingerie I -(TM)d tried on of course. Master had promised. We couldn -(TM)t have known that she -(TM)d become the most popular girl in town because of her willingness to try anal with all the guys as a big middle finger to her current boyfriend. The two of us walked out to the glass railing overlooking the floor below. I was back in my skirt since I -(TM)d also worn one when we left the house. Master -(TM)s arms were around me, his breath on my neck and the bag with my underwear sitting beside us. -Thank you beautiful mistress. - As many times as he has said those words, I still turned cherry red. Perhaps it was his rigid cock pressed up against my backside in public. I -(TM)m far from being an exhibitionist but I was turned on from what we had done and what we were probably about to do. -Just do it. I know you want to fuck me. You aren -(TM)t exactly hiding it very well. - I unzipped his zipper, he pulled aside my panties and our genitals found each other like two long-lost lovers, uniting as men and women had for millennia. I felt his lips hot on my neck as we bobbed against each other, discreetly fucking, long-term lovers adding a little spice to their sex lives. There is no better feeling of being in a man -(TM)s arms, his cock inside you, his lips whispering sweet things in your ear, belonging to him, being taken by him. Just in time, his hand clamped over my mouth. Onlookers might think a girl was being raped (if only he would!) but you can -(TM)t rape the willing and I was cumming all over his cock. He -(TM)d just prevented me from letting the whole mall know it. He -(TM)d also left his warm calling cards inside me, warmth welling up from the end of his dick to -~impregnate -(TM) his -~wife -(TM). He pulled out leaving me dirty, sad and empty at least until he put a plug in me to hold in his milky semen. -There -(TM)s so much in there, I didn -(TM)t want it running down your leg for everyone to see. - -What if that -(TM)s what I wanted? I -(TM)m a slut, after all. I like feeling fucked. - -You -(TM)re the best little slut/mistress ever, - he whispered in my ear as I zipped him back up. He nibbled my ear and no more words were needed. I knew he loved me. Fast forward to the day of my surgery. Master had insisted and this vampire doctor was supposed to be pretty good. I didn -(TM)t think I needed plastic surgery or anything but he was determined that I had the surgery. There was no mention of breast augmentation; I was relieved he liked my tits the way they were. He said it was a procedure called a -~vaginoplasty -(TM). My vagina wasn -(TM)t good enough for him anymore? The thing that makes surgery bearable is that you aren -(TM)t awake for it. Once you get that anesthesia, it -(TM)s basically a sleep for as long as it takes. One moment awake, next moment awake. It -(TM)s like you blinked and time was put on fast-forward. Master and Mandy and the kids were there when I woke. Kira was 13 and Tori was 11 now. She hadn -(TM)t been turned just yet. She had bled in other ways though and Kira had teased her about losing blood when she should be drinking it instead. Kira was very pleased with what amounted to an early menopause. Vampire women don -(TM)t menstruate. Maybe when Tori turned on her birthday, when numerically she became her sister -(TM)s twin (and possibly by her), she would be happier. It wasn -(TM)t like her daddy/stepfather could impregnate her, as often as they tried. Whether she was human or not made no difference. That wasn -(TM)t even good enough for Aaron though. Before I knew it, he had busied himself with yet another project. No rest for the wicked ;) Pervert! He and the kids and Mandy completely cut me out of whatever they were doing. Even if I begged, coaxed, wheedled, threatened or ordered Mandy, her lips were sealed. 20 years to the day that my old life ended and I was revived as a vampire mistress, I stood in the little meadow that Tori, our daughter, had so eagerly enjoyed with her animal friends when she came to us. Tori and Kira were arguing over who would be the flower girl, ring-bearer and who would bear my train. Yes, I was wearing a wedding gown. It was even white, believe it or not, just like every girl dreams of. -Girls, girls, girls! Settle down. Who is the flower girl and who is the ring-bearer isn -(TM)t important. You both have a place in the ceremony. You can both carry her train. It -(TM)s pretty big. (It was!) - This came from mommy. Mandy, that is. As I said, the wedding took place outside and it was beautiful. Master wasn -(TM)t a very religious type before he was a vampire and he had never tested whether they were allowed in or cursed or whatever vampire movies claim. It was the nicest of venues anyway. Master had called another of his vampire friends to officiate. He had been a man of the cloth before he became a vampire himself and fled for his life from the church. It would be just as good as if we had married in a church. Kira and Tori did rock-paper-scissors to decide who was to do which task in the wedding. Kira managed to get the being a ring-bearer bit while Tori was my flower girl. Both of my children were beautiful additions, beautiful girls and I was glad they were there for their dad and I (and technically Mandy). When they had performed those duties, they came back down the aisle and carried my train before I was given away by Mandy. Yeah, it wasn -(TM)t really her place but she was the best person for it. She had her place in the wedding too. -Brothers and sisters, all who are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Aaron and Victoria, welcome to this most solemn ceremony. I shall try to keep it short and sweet. You wouldn -(TM)t believe how often those getting married nod off while the speaker drones on and on. - I silently nodded under my veil. Short and sweet was the best, just as long as it didn -(TM)t happen during sex :) -Do you Aaron take Victoria and her wife Mandy - and here she came and stood at my side, -do you take them to love, to hold, to cherish; to order and rape them if necessary until they cum everywhere? - -I do, - Master said. Kind of a strange ceremony so far. -And do you, Victoria, promise to serve your master, serve under him, to love and fuck him, even be raped by him, as he wishes until you cum on everything? - -I do, - I answered. Hopefully the moisture between my legs wasn -(TM)t obvious to the assembled parties. -Then it is time to exchange rings. - Kira stepped forward with two ring boxes. The rings Master and I had previously worn (he called them engagement rings although there was no formal proposal) were in a special cabinet in the house. Kira opened the first box. It was a ring of two kissing dolphins with ruby eyes. I gasped at its beauty as he slipped it on my finger. The other box held a similar ring but the eyes in it were sapphire blue, much like Master -(TM)s, much like his favorite color. -Then I now pronounce you man and wife. - -Wives! - Mandy interjected. -I -(TM)m already married to Victoria. If he -(TM)s marrying her, he -(TM)s marrying me too. - -Ok, ok. You -(TM)re both his wives. Can we get on with it? - -Yes, reverend. Sorry. - But Mandy didn -(TM)t step back away from the platform. Instead she stood at my side. I suppose she took being married to Master through me pretty seriously. -You may kiss the bride. - Master lifted my veil and gave me a kiss that would have embarrassed the crap out of mother had she been invited. For the rest of us girls, it was just an everyday kiss. Next he turned to Mandy and did the same thing before she kissed me. The triangle was complete. Master took both of us by the hands and we proceeded down the imaginary aisle. The girls followed after carrying my train and the happiest day a girl will probably ever experience, the important parts, concluded. There was no need for a reception. We just proceeded straight for the limousine. It was black like the lingerie I -(TM)d shopped for with my new husband. It was black like the jet that had sort of started my journey. It can -(TM)t end like this. A girl needs a honeymoon just as much as the guy does and for the same reasons. The limousine pulled to a stop and Master got out of the car, holding his hand out to help me out after him. Mandy made to follow us but was rebuffed at the door. He leaned in and gave her a kiss and told her -Not now. Someone has to take care of the kids and keep the maids in their place. Next time. - Mandy looked forlornly after us as we boarded the same plane that had borne me into my master -(TM)s service. There was no naked flight crew waiting for him this time, for us. A cozy bed took up most of the length of the plane this time. This was going to be either one boring ass trip or one of the best as I could sleep with my new husband beside me. Really, it wasn -(TM)t terribly different from sleeping with him at home before I -(TM)d been raised from mistress to wife. Master took off both of our clothes. His seeming disinterest in my body and with sleeping sort of worried me. Horny Master I can deal with. The silent, secretive Master is the one that keeps me ill at ease. I fetched some champagne glasses from the kitchen once the plane had reached cruising altitude. If any occasion deserves champagne, it -(TM)s your own wedding. I returned to my new husband who had shed the formality of clothing. After handing him a glass and setting mine aside, I did the same. I sat myself between his legs, my back to his chest and his stiff cock against my ass. We sipped our champagne in silence as he gently played with my clit and called me Mrs. More than his masturbation of my sopping cunt, that one word turned me on to no end. -You certainly know what to say to a girl. - -And what to do with her, don -(TM)t forget. - -With how much time I spend on my knees praying to your cock, on my hands and knees being reamed by it or on my back doing the same, do you think I could forget so easily? - -No, of course not. You have been a good mistress. If you do so well as my wife, we will have a long and happy marriage. - -You can call me mistress still, I don -(TM)t mind. Mistresses get all the love, everyone knows that. Besides, if mistresses get all the D too, I can live with that. - Having finished my champagne, I turned to him and started sucking his cock. If more women were open sexually with their husbands, there would be no need for mistresses. They wouldn -(TM)t just be around for the production of children and their nagging and bitchiness. If my new husband had been married, I would feel even more blessed that I was his mistress. Aaron -(TM)s cum hitting the back of my throat brought me out of my reverie. I swallowed like any good girl should and gave him a kiss. -Love you, hubby of mine. - Before I knew it, he was returning the favor, his lips and tongue doing a dance it knew so well but never failed to achieve the desired goal. -Love you too, my little wifey poo. - He was, if possible, hotter with girl cum on his face. From oral we went to penetrative sex. It -(TM)s just how things are done. That -(TM)s how pretty much how all of the porn seems to be at any rate (not that I need it but we have made some videos over the years). He made all the preparations and I knew it was anal he wanted. Not that I mind exactly. It -(TM)s as good as vaginal with him. It was fine to wait to consummate the marriage somewhere that wasn -(TM)t miles high. I could wait. After several hours of sodomy and no sign of being close to landing, I fell asleep in my customary position. He was spooning me, arms wrapped protectively about me and holding me tightly to him. I could think of no better ending for my wedding day than a load of hot semen from the man at my back swimming inside me. I awoke to the sound of the captain -(TM)s voice saying to prepare to land. I had no idea how long I had been out but it was gladdening to know the flight was almost over. Master (I guess that -(TM)s going to be a hard thing to stop saying though I am sure he won -(TM)t mind) took my hand as we buckled in for landing. After our plane had touched down, we put our clothes back on as wherever I was being taken probably wasn -(TM)t a nudist colony. It really was a shame that they couldn -(TM)t be as progressive as our little compound. My daughter Tori was a bit of a nudist and she had gotten the rest of us in on it. Sure, our Christmas cards had we girls in Santa outfits with Tori often sitting on Master -(TM)s lap but we were good, obedient girls. We didn't wear any underwear around Master and we were always well-rewarded for it. Master (Oh fuck it, I -(TM)ll just keep calling him that. I like it and old habits are hard to break.) opened the door and stood aside to let me pass. Warmth and sunshine hit my face along with a tropical breeze. Wherever we were, it was nice. -Where are we? - I said, turning around to the man who always had my back. -Tahiti for a start. - -Oh. My. God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - A little bit ditzy compared to how I usually am but sometimes you cannot help yourself. -I love it and I love you. - -Well, it -(TM)s a start. Has to be a beginning for everything. - In hindsight, I guess that would be considered foreshadowing. Our hotel was a set of little cabins joined by walkways as they were all a little bit above the water. They must not have been worried about typhoons or anything as they were low enough I could dangle my legs into the ocean. The water was so blue and clear that I could see down to the bottom, see all the little fish swimming in and out of the pylons. The pilot brought up our luggage and retired to some other part of the island to await further orders. All alone with my new husband/master. He had apparently bought up all of the cabins for the time we were there so we had the whole area to ourselves. Maybe we would even consummate the marriage in every possible cabin. Well, we couldn -(TM)t really as babies were out of the picture for me but he could damn sure try to impregnate me. Right ladies? -You know, since this is our own private beach, we don -(TM)t have to wear clothes if we don -(TM)t want. - He gave me a push that knocked me off-balance. In my struggle to right myself, I grabbed onto his arm and we both fell into the warm water. It was just like our frog pond back home. When we surfaced for air we no longer needed, our lips found each other, our bodies melded together and we watched the sun setting over the water. Well, we would have! When our little skinny dip was over, Master lifted me out of the water and I hauled him up after me. It was time for bedtime, according to the sun at least. We flipped on the lights and I lay myself invitingly on the bed for my husband. He got out a video camera and a card that he asked me to read from. It was the lines to some porn we had watched together of a teen girl masturbating. Wasn -(TM)t my thing but clearly something in it had been memorable for my dear, sweet master. -Hi daddy. I want you to rape me. I want you to take this little pussy and just come up and rape me really hard. Make me cry and scream and beg you to stop but I don -(TM)t want you to stop. I want you to keep raping me. Just keep raping me, keep going. Make me cum over and over on your long, hard dick. - To be fair, we hadn -(TM)t seen the incest rape occur that she was masturbating at the thought of. Master said when a girl asks specifically to be raped, it would not be chivalrous to leave her pussy un-raped. He totally would have done it. What if she was reading off a card her father was holding for her though? I guess we -(TM)ll never know. Master positioned himself between my legs and knelt down until his head was at a level with my pussy. -Have I ever told you that you have a pretty little pussy, honey? - -No. Can you just do what I asked you to do? - -Of course sweet cheeks but you -(TM)ll have to bear with me a bit. Be a good girl and daddy will rape you properly. - -Ok daddy. I love you. I can -(TM)t wait to feel your long, hard cock raping my little pussy. - Perhaps I didn -(TM)t fantasize about such things but roleplaying can be hot, almost as hot as my -~daddy -(TM)s -(TM) tongue in my pussy. I pulled his head against me shamelessly as I rode his face. He didn -(TM)t actually need air and he loved it when I did that. When he had finished getting my pussy all nice and wet for him, he took both my ankles and forced them down on either side of my head. Thank Bob for yoga! There is no way I wouldn -(TM)t rip something if it weren -(TM)t for that. -~Daddy -(TM) was already naked. I could feel his hot cock against the entrance to my vagina. All of a sudden, pain radiated through my cunt. I felt like I -(TM)d been ripped asunder, his dick felt almost too big for me though inwardly I knew pussies can take a lot. -Stop! You -(TM)re hurting me! - I screamed through my tears. -Stop, daddy, I beg of you! - but he ignored my pleas, just as I -(TM)d asked him to. It wasn -(TM)t as painful now so there was no reason he should anyway. Had he not gotten my own lube juices flowing, I don -(TM)t think I could have taken it. It would be more like rape rape and my -~daddy -(TM) doesn -(TM)t rape little girls. He kept hammering away at my love canal, I tightening unconsciously each time I lived up to my promise to cum on his invading prick. Suddenly I felt warmth welling up inside me. My -~rape -(TM) was sadly over, at least for now. -You peed in me daddy. That -(TM)s gross! - -It -(TM)s not pee, sweetie. It -(TM)s baby seeds but don -(TM)t worry, you -(TM)re not old enough to be a mommy. - We went all night. Doggy-style, on my belly, spooning, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, lotus. He really knew how to switch things up on me. When we finished, Master kissed away my tears and told me he loved me. -I know. You gave me the greatest present I -(TM)ve ever received. - -Really? - he lifted a white handkerchief and it was covered in blood and semen. He wrote my name on it like usual but he wrote my age as 6 and the date as the day my stepfather had raped me the first time. I burst into tears again and threw myself into my husband -(TM)s arms. All I could do was to thank him repeatedly through my happy sobs. -I know that has been your biggest regret that I could not deflower every one of your holes like the other girls. I took a blood sample from Kira and a tissue sample from Tori, their gifts for our wedding and used that to reconstruct your hymen. Obviously I did that before Kira was turned and just held onto it for such a time as today. - -Oh my fucking Bob! You -(TM)ve been planning to deflower me for years! - -Yup, probably since Mandy and Tori joined our family. A vaginoplasy, as you probably have now figured out, is a reconstruction of the vagina. I had the doctor do a scan of Tori and then try to duplicate that in you. I wanted to reclaim your virginity from the guy who stole it. Now he has no claim on you sexually; I do. - -Thank you for raping me, daddy. - -Any time baby. I love you. - -Me too. I love you. - I wrapped my arms around my new husband -(TM)s neck and kissed him, the only sound now entering my brain the sound of our lips against each other -(TM)s and the steady dripping as his cum left my body and splatted into a bowl put there for that very purpose. It mattered little. Master loved me and that -(TM)s the most important thing in the world. Our honeymoon progressed from Tahiti (after we -(TM)d made love in every one of those bungalows) to Fiji. I didn -(TM)t think it could get better than Tahiti but I was wrong. Fiji was even more beautiful even. With waterfalls for us to fuck under (just like home) and amazing accommodations yet again, I was most impressed. It wasn -(TM)t the scenery though. It was time for Master -(TM)s second gift. Erotica seems to be degraded as insulting to women, perverse, unnecessary in a civil society and who knows what else. Master, being of perverted mind and a sexy body, thought otherwise. He said this gift was partly from the maids. I sneered. What could those little whores give their mistress that she hadn -(TM)t already taken? Master was not thrown off by my derision of their contributions. Instead he pulled out his box of charcoal pencils. He then proceeded his work of our stay in Fiji. He drew me standing against the wall, lying down and in various positions. I was drawn in every set of lingerie we -(TM)d brought with us. The black lingerie made more sense now. He drew nudes, partial nudes, invitations (me holding my panties to the side or my bra up. We made pre-sex, during sex (somehow) and after sex pictures which focused on the creampies he gave me. That gallery is our pride and joy and it -(TM)s proudly displayed in the same room as Aaron -(TM)s quilt of blood bibs with mine taking the place of honor. There were also a few that had some red drawn in, like I -(TM)d just been made into a woman as well as a few pre-cherry-popping ones showing my hymen as well. Out of all of the pictures of me in the gallery, those are my absolute favorites. For the last leg of our trip, we flew out to Hawaii. Sure, it sounds lame compared to our previous destinations but it was still amazing. I suppose it shows how much we both missed Mandy as several of the nights we were there, we brought home some Japanese girls we -(TM)d found on the beach to -~keep us company -(TM). I missed our wife and children. The honeymoon was great, there was no doubt about that, but I was a little homesick too. On the last day before we flew back to our Eden, Master gave me a case. I had wondered about it since our wedding but it was locked and he would tell me nothing about it. It was now unlocked. I opened it and was lost in a small sea of green. -Holy shit! That -(TM)s a hell of a shopping spree! How much is it? - Needless to say, my voice reflected my shock. -It -(TM)s one million dollars. I just figured that if our daughter -(TM)s virginity could fetch half a million, restoring her mother -(TM)s virginity for the purpose of making her truly mine, all mine was surely worth twice that. - -I don -(TM)t know what to say. - -You shouldn -(TM)t talk with your mouth full, babe. - He unzipped his trousers and I dutifully set to work. -After this, I -(TM)m going to fuck you on the beach and I don -(TM)t give a shit who sees. One final hurrah from the happy couple. Maybe I -(TM)ll actually get you pregnant. - -We can damn well try, sweetheart. Trying is fun, even when you know you -(TM)ll fail. - I went back to my work, my husband looking down lovingly at me as my work came to an end when he came. -I love you, - I said after I -(TM)d swallowed like a good wife. -Me too, - he said as he threw a towel down on the beach, not bothering to put his erection back in his pants. I knew it would soon be hidden somewhere special and I would be the one indecently exposing myself but I didn -(TM)t care. That is how our honeymoon ended. The next day we were on my husband -(TM)s private jet, headed home to our family. It was strange to think of them as such but there was no other way to describe them. Despite none of them being at all related to me or the man with his head between my legs-again!-it felt like having a family. It was great to see Mandy and the kids waiting for us at the airport, welcoming us back. After our limo ride home, I authorized our first orgy, no holes barred, which was usually just a trio of threesomes: Mandy and I, Tori and Kira and the two maids (I was feeling generous). Master went between all the groupings, then we switched things up and eventually he went down the line and came in all of us. I realize, dear readers, that my journey has in no way been conventional. It has, however, always been consensual and that is the most important thing. I not only gained a friend, confidante and boy toy, I gained a home, a wife, a couple children, a chance to be a virgin again and a slice of heaven. I also got my best friend, my lover, husband and master: Aaron