The Fall of the House of Bennet

The social ruination of the Bennet family's reputation was now Mr. Darcy's sole priority. Something had to be made to happen that would ensure they were never invited to any social gathering of note again. At all cost, the daughter's must be prevented from marrying into polite society and there was only one way he could see of ensuring that.

Admittedly, the liaison between his cousin, Mr Collins and Mary Bennet was a complication, but not necessarily an insurmountable one. He therefore enlisted the aid of George Wycombe in putting together a small army of the most depraved members of His Majesty's armed forces to be found in the county. Rumours of money and sex being involved resulted in the intended platoon of miscreants growing into something of a battalion. Certainly, too many to count. The master plan was simple. This army would mount a nocturnal raid on the Bennet household and by multiple rapes, render every female on the premises pregnant. Naturally, the King's uniform would not be worn during this skirmish. Indeed, no clothing at all was the order of the day. No **** was to be done as this might engender some sympathy for the Bennets'. However, every other liberty was to be liberally taken.

And so it was that one dark evening, over a hundred naked horny men crept up to the home of Mr. & Mrs. Bennet. At that time, Elizabeth and her father were chatting in his study, Lydia was being bathed in her bedroom by the housekeeper, Mary was reading a particularly lurid passage of the Marquis de Sade's writing to sister Catherine whilst demure and lovely Jane was in the bedroom exploring her body in search of any erogenous zones she might have hitherto missed.

The cook was the first to be taken as the men snuck in via the servant's entrance. Grabbed, gagged, stripped and laid out on the scullery table, her arms and legs were held and spread by heavy duty military personnel as a thick set bearded man with bad teeth climbed on top of her and **** his purple and rather knobbly looking cock inside her servant's entrance. The **** of the Bennet household had begun.

Once inside the house, there was no longer any need for silence. It was therefore possible for Fitzwilliam Darcy to enjoy the pleading, screaming and wailing of women in distress from the comfort of his own horse outside in the garden. It amused him to imaging every utterance he heard issuing from the lips of the high and mighty Elizabeth as **** after **** pumped sperm into her. He pictured her distressed features drowning in a sea of cum. The image aroused him so strongly he felt obliged to ride to Netherfield Hall and inseminate his sister. God, in His infinite wisdom and for the sake of justice, chose to ensure that this particular insemination bore much fruit; and so it was that thus time, the teenaged unwed Georgiana fell pregnant with twins.

No accurate and detailed account of what happened in the Bennet house that night exists. All we have are fragments of narratives which, when stitched together, give at least some impression of what happened.

Mrs. Bennet was found in the receiving room where she was obliged to receive intimate visitations from a whole gang of rapists. She was **** to the bare wooden floor and as her clothing was roughly torn from her, she repeatedly cried "Mr. Bennet, Mr. Bennet...." As the first of a succession of swollen penises penetrated her naked lardy body, she finally remembered her husband's full name and cried out, "GORDON BENNET!"

If Gordon heard her, he was too busy to respond. One of the older military mercenaries instantly recognised him as his former batman and for old times sake, **** Mr. Bennet down on his knees so he could ram his fat cock down his throat once more. All Elizabeth's intelligence proved no defence against this lusty horde of rapists. She found herself praying the serenity prayer of St. Francis as the stiff pricked mob surrounded and closed in on her: "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference." Her prayer was granted and as her virginity was torn from her, she listened to her attacker's wild banter. She heard names named, including the name of the man responsible for her family's ruination and by the time her bloody cunt was overflowing with semen, she knew precisely what she was going to do by way of **** regarding Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Since feather-brained, sex mad Lydia and Catherine were currently living out their favourite adolescent fantasy, no hint of distress could be discerned in their countenance as each was respectively and repeatedly humped. The housekeeper also quite enjoyed this break from routine household duties since visitors normally never paid any attention to domestic staff. Indeed, it was so long since she'd enjoyed any sexual action that she'd half expected her vagina to be full of dusty cobwebs. It therefore came as something of a relief to discover it wasn't.

Mary made sure her personal **** enjoyed its fair share of sodomy. She was pretty certain that the Marquis de Sade would heartily approve of her having to suffer cocks being rammed into her front and rear orifices simultaneously. Indeed, in retrospect, she too was **** to admit that she did find her discomfort curiously pleasurable. To make her discomfort and therefore her pleasure complete, she'd grabbed a passing penis and stuffed it unto her mouth. This impromptu gobstopper had immediately shot its load, filling her mouth with a flavour so revolting that she immediately became addicted to it and demanded more. In the end, she was chasing the men.

Jane had been enjoying a gentle self-induced orgasm when a flood of rude nude men surged into the bedroom and started spurting cum into her and onto her. Soon, every inch of her smooth, soft, feminine loveliness was being mauled by eagerly grasping hands during the course of which Jane discovered all those erogenous zones she had missed during her periods of self examination. If she'd been alarmed at all when these leering men had first burst in on her, this feeling soon passed when she understood her life was not in danger and by the time she was left basking in the peaceful afterglow known inly to well ravished women, her chief emotion was that of gratitude. As for the rest of her family, they just felt well and truly fucked.