Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

I handed her a similar box and when she opened it, she looked stunned. The necklace I’d bought her was the same as Rachelle’s, only with black pearls instead of the white, and her cross was rose gold instead of white. “I knew you already had the white pearls that had belonged to my mother. So, 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 you for graduation Rachelle; since I’m sure Dad got you 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 top 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.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“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 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 its 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 did own 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: if they rejected this, I wasn’t sure I could pull this off. “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 delightful gift. Rachelle and I would be honored 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 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 stepmothers’ 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. Then 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. But now I was pissed. This man had taken my father’s wife from him to use as his plaything. 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 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 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 went down into the training suite I’d prepared in my basement. The training facility was entered from the elevator in my garage it went down with a special key fob only I had access to. I made sure that the 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 0. 5cc to 4cc per tube. That way, they could be applied directly 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.