Trophy Wives School: Rachelle
Copyright© 2023 by Liza Devereaux
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Zachery wants revenge on his bitch of a stepmother, Ruth. What better way to get it than to take her precious virgin daughter, Rachelle, and brainwash her? Can Zackery convince Rachelle into being a cum loving slut who wants nothing but to be her "big" Stepbrother's breeding slut? Especially when he makes Ruth watch every step of her daughter's training. OH and then promise the Bitch that he'll be training her and breeding her next! Some triggering may occur pay attention to the categories.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction Cheating BDSM DomSub Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Petting Pregnancy Tit-Fucking
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.
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