Making New Families

Breathlessly and heedlessly, Violet ran home from class. She didn’t care that it was a breezy day, that her skirt was too short, or that she wasn’t wearing panties. She probably flashed each and every person she crossed paths with during her rush, showing them her tender, recently fucked petals and any remaining flecks of Rob’s seed in or on her. She didn’t care. She was a slut, plenty more people had seen her in much more compromising positions than this. But even if she wasn’t, there was no time. She had to get home. She had to see her mom.

She had to show her what she and daddy had made!

Huffing as she burst into the doors, almost bowling over Kim as she did. Puffing as she raced up the stairs, too impatient to take the elevator. Violet’s sides and chest ached as she ran, her whole body screaming for air, but she was far too happy to care about the pain. The biggest smile ever was drawn on her face, as she finally made it to her apartment, the door flying open as she declared, without even actually seeing him mom:

“Mom! I’m pregnant with daddy’s baby! We’re gonna have a little girl together!”

Helen Parr was there, in the living room just beyond the little entrance space of her apartment. And she wasn’t alone, as their Rob Daily was their, too. Rob’s reply was a grin, expecting and knowing but happy regardless. But Helen’s reply was to moan and writhe, as she was bounced up and down on Rob’s cock.

It wasn’t a surprise for Violet to come home from a day of school to find her Master and mom fucking, but this time, she needed a moment to recover from the surprise. Because on Helen’s body was the exact same glowing cattle skull brand she wore.

And if Violet’s brand meant she was pregnant, then her mom’s must mean…

“I’m sure your mom will be thrilled to hear that… once she recovers.” Rob said with a chuckle, never breaking his stride. Helen’s body was held in a full nelson, all four limbs held tightly by Rob. Her eyes were unfocused, staring in two different directions, while her tongue hung loosely from her mouth, extended to the point the tip hit her navel. Her chest and tummy were shiny with drool. “The moment you left for school I basically pounced on her and have been fucking her ever since! I couldn’t help it, she’s gotta be top five on my list of sluts designed to have my baby!”

Helen sang out a gargled groan as Rob filled her up with another load. Violet squealed in delight before rushing her mother and daddy, falling to her knees to press her face up against her mom’s lower body, placing her ear right next to the brand that signified she was pregnant.

“Omygosh… this is amazing…” Violet said in hushed awe, nuzzling against her mom while placing her hands on Rob’s thighs. “We’re gonna be a family. A real, proper family…”

“That we are, sweetheart.” Rob stopped pistoning Helen up and down, letting her abused body come to rest, still hilted on his dick. “Not only are you gonna have a girl and give your mom a granddaughter, but now she’s gonna give you a brand new baby sister, too!”

“A-and you’re gonna fuck all of them, right?” Violet looked up at Rob - his perfect, handsome smiling visage - with wonder and worship sparkling in her eyes. “You’ll hypnotize them like you did us, make them your slaves and fuck them? And we’ll get to fuck them, too? Because, you always said, **** is best!”

“Ah, I taught you so well.” Rob smiled down on Violet beatifically, causing her to blush and giggle. “You’re absolutely correct, Vi. I’m not just knocking you sluts up because I love you, but so I can reap the rewards of my efforts. Your daughter and your new half-sister, and all the other kids I made today are gonna join the harem, and be as happy as you are being my slaves!”

Violet’s hands instinctively went to her belly, rubbing it affectionately. “You deserve nothing less, daddy. A big, sexy family of sluts and nymphos obeying your every command.”

“And speaking of obeying, you’ll be fine being submissive to your daughter and half-sister when they come along, right? After all, you love being bossed and bullied by your mom, so let’s make it a Parr family thing that Violet is the low girl on the totem pole.”

She hadn’t even considered that making babies meant there would be more girls in the family to order her around. To submit and obey. A shiver of sheer pleasure ran down Violet’s spine. She could hardly wait.

“But, now that you’re here, Vi…” Rob said in a strained voice, grunting with effort as he lifted Helen’s cock-drunk body off his dick. She groaned instinctively as she was deprived of the cock she loved, only for that low groan to turn into a high shriek, as Rob dropped her right back down, this time driving his cock up her asshole. “Why don’t you be a good little girl and suck all the cum out of your mom’s cunt while I fuck her ass for a couple of hours?”

Violet swooned where she knelt. Being used as a broodmare by her daddy followed by an incestuous threesome? What more could a girl ask for?

“Anything for you daddy. I’m just so happy we get to be one big, happy family now!” Violet cheered, before diving into her mom’s spunked-up muff.

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And the Parrs were not the only ones celebrating multiple new children. Even if Rob had decided not to impregnate the entirety of his harem, there was no way he was going to pass up on the chance to do so with his MILFs. Their thick, curvy bodies were practically begging to get knocked up all over again, and it would only be right to give his good girls some sisters to bond and love and play with.

So, much like Violet, Amity and Luz came home to find Camila splayed out on the couch, Rob ploughing into her divinely doughy body, worshipping every single curve and every inch of her beautiful caramel skin.

Oh, and Odalia was pregnant, too.

“Your mom is a racist, classist, snobby, stuck-up bitch, Amity.” Rob said to the young woman, in between thrusts into Camila’s welcoming cunt. “But at the very least she can pop out some kids for me.”

“Yes sir. Dolly is happy to give you however many babies you’d like.” Odalia said blandly, through her painted-on smile. Rob had long ago grown tired of playing with her and had just broken her mind and turned her into little more than a doll.

“I’m glad you found some use for her, sir.” Amity said, agreeing with Rob’s assessment of her terrible mother.

“But Camila… oh, Camila!” Rob growled in delight as he hilted into her, causing Rob’s mamacita to squeal. Even as he ravaged her body, Camila was cuddling with Luz and Amity. The two girls were alternating between sucking on Camila’s fat tits or making out, while Camila herself was crying tears of joy. “You were made to have babies, my beloved. It’s just a shame that your husband wasn’t man enough to really fuck the shit out of this breedable body.”

“Ah, yes papi…” Camila moaned from all the love and attention she was getting. “Now you can use me for how I was meant to be. Give me lots of babies. Lots of love. All for my man. All for my big, strong papi…”

Luz nuzzled into her mother’s chest, smiling a cat’s smile as Rob’s fingers pumped her knocked up cunny. “Now we have a real man in our lives, mama. He’ll give us everything we want and all we have to do is give him everything that he wants.”

Camila’s hips bucked as Rob continued the slow, steady pounding of her delicious body. He still wasn’t sure how many daughters he was going to get per girl - who would only give him one and who would give him many - but he definitely knew that Camila Noceda was going to give him lots and lots of sexy Latina girls.

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Sasha leered at her best friend’s mom, riding their collective Master’s cock, licking her lips. She couldn’t say what was more tantalizing right now - Oum Boonchuy’s big ass and fat tits jiggling up and down, or Mr. Daily’s juicy cock, slick with the Thai MILF’s pussy juices. She had been fucked six ways to Sunday today already, yet here she was, craving for more. One of her hands rubbed up against her sex while the other gave Mrs. Boonchuy’s big butt a nice, firm smack. She cried out and that made Sasha feel good.

“Hey, Mr. D. I got a question.” Sasha said, watching the pink sigil bloom into life against Oum’s dark skin. “Can I marry Mrs. B?”

All eyes immediately fell to Sasha. Even Anne and Marcy, who were off having fun in the corner, snapped their heads to stare at their friend and her outrageous request.

“What did she say?” Marcy asked, while Anne was more indignant about her girlfriend’s request, yelling out “SASHA!”

Sasha just shrugged. She didn’t care too much what her friends thought in the moment. Mr. Daily’s opinion was all that mattered right now. He too was looking at her, but with a neutral glance that was giving her permission to continue further.

“Like I said, I always thought she was a pain in the ass. Your stereotypical Asian education mama who only cared about rules and getting good grades and eating right and junk like that.” Sasha smirked at what had become of the once harsh disciplinarian. Just another fuck-drunk slut wholly helpless before their Master’s cock. Mr. Daily was the only one who could turn such stuck-up bitches into pliable playthings. It was the best.

“But now, well, let’s just say I have a taste for Thai.” She waggled her eyebrows at Anne before turning back to Oum. She was the only one who didn’t whip their head around to Sasha when she asked her question. Sasha was pretty sure she had no idea where she was or what was happening. Her mouth was wide open as she panted in deep breaths, her eyes dazed and glassy. Sasha took a handful of Oum’s hair, yanked her head back, and forcibly kissed her.

“Fuck yeah! And the mom is just as good as the daughter. Besides, I’m already the top bitch of this house, might as well make it official.”

Rob considered her points, pushing Oum off of him before sitting up. “Well, Sasha, I personally think that marriage is an antiquated institution that only exists because society is unable to quit itself from such dusty traditions. At best, it’s little more than a business partnership between equals.” He gave her a broad, lusty smile. “Which means it’s perfect for two slaves such as yourself. Though, I have to ask, what about Anne?”

“Yeah, Sash. What about me?” Anne asked, peevishly, stomping forward to glare at Sasha. The blonde played it off coolly.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, babe. Mr. Daily has dozens of slaves to his own, I’m just thinking of emulating him. Only instead of a bunch of slaves, I’ll have you.” Sasha broadly gestured to the three women around her. “You as my girlfriend, your mom as my wife, and Mar-Mar as our mutual fuck-buddy.” She threw an arm over Anne’s shoulders, who crossed her arms, still not convinced of this arrangement. “And you know I’m woman enough to handle three hot Asian bitches. Whaddya say, Mr. D?”

“Hmm, well, I do like the idea of a young lady like you domming some MILFs, so why not!?” Rob declared. Sasha pumped her arm and cheered in victory, eyes going back to Oum, who had still not recovered. “We’ll get you two hitched before long, but only if I get to come along on the honeymoon…”

Sasha smirked, as the sexual possibilities of this new life bubbled in her head. “Anything you say, sir. Anything at all…”

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While Rob’s original reason for Slut Class - an adult and erotic art class - was little more than sham, there were a few girls who kept his words true to heart and applied themselves to the erotic arts.

Surprisingly, Wednesday Addams had made a name for herself as an erotic artist, drawing pictures of women sexually submitting to a bull-headed brute. Dark and twisted images of corruption and female enslavement that were her way of spreading her Master’s gospel. She frequently streamed her creative process on Slutter where she took requests (oddly enough, many in the past had requested some of her classmates getting fucked) while also belittling and insulting the simps who gave her money.

Today, after the end of class, she was back to streaming, but she wasn’t streaming herself drawing. Instead, she had a webcam hooked up and pointed out into the living room. There, she managed to capture her mother bent over and seized at the wrists, while her beloved Master pumped a load of baby batter into her womb. Rob was largely kept out of frame, so all the viewers could see was his broad chest glistening with sweat and his large hands and their vice-like grip on Morticia’s wrists.

“Do you see this, you worthless cucks?” Wednesday narrated the action to her faithful viewers, **** to speak loud enough over the sound of slapping flesh and her mother’s loud moaning. “This is what a real man looks like. This morning, my Master put a child in me then did so to twenty-seven other sluts, and now he’s impregnating my mother. Using her like a sex toy. Treating her like cheap breeding stock. Such is his power and glory, something none of you worthless pieces of trash will ever accomplish.”

Her chat was largely inured to Wednesday’s harsh, venomous words at this point in time. They were mostly focused on Morticia’s gigantic breasts flopping about as she was humped for all she was worth, while others were asking if Wednesday herself was going to get fucked like that.

The dour goth gave a disdainful smirk to the rapidly scrolling chat, drooling over “gothmom” “big goth titties” and their usual obsession. How pathetic the modern world was. How pathetic the modern man was. Thank goodness she had the Master for herself. She couldn't imagine being with any other man.

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“Can you believe it, Kimmie, we’re gonna have babies together!” Shego said in her empty, emotionless monotone, the red light of the compliance chip pulsing in time with the pink brand on her pale flesh.

“It is pretty great, Shego,” Kim said with a faint smile, before it vanished, eyes wandering to the other side of the room. “But I still have one question…”

“Oh? What’s that?”

On said other side, Kim’s eyes had been drawn to her mother and Rob, fucking away and making another baby, as to be expected. Except that her Master was still babbling away like he had done in class.

“Some of these you’ll have to talk to Kim about, you’ll have to share, but think about it - Jin and Rin and Lynn and Mihn and Jan and Ran and Milan-” He briefly paused to look at Shego. “We’ll need to find some names with ‘Go’ in them for you, too, you brainless bint. We have to maintain the theme and the pun.”

“...What pun is he talking about!?”

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And that will be the end of Part 3! For a quick reminder, our various story arcs break down like this...

Part 1: Chapter 2-31

Part 2: Chapter 32-99

Part 3: Chapter 100-134

Now, these arcs are fairly arbitrary and I sort of chose the designate cut-off points very late into Part 2 (which would explain why Part 2 is more than twice the size of it's fellows) but I think they loosely cover general themes - Part 3 in particular because it was designed that way.

Part 4 is going to cover Rob's further expansion and consolidation of his harem, hitting all the major groups like the Avengers and Justice League, while also serving as an exploration of the new powers available to him and his girls. Part 5 thereafter will mainly focus on the new Slut Academy, but we have a long way until we get there. Thank you for sticking with me this long and I hope you continue to read as the story progresses. Cheers everyone!