All persons are over 18, this is a purely fantasy story. MFM submissive sexual content. Enjoy
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Wesley appreciated the depths to which his town hid the filth that it rolled in. Clover, the gem of the south, dealt in scandals and corruption, and nothing sold better than sex and revenge. Finally, his father saw him fit to be a part of an insidious revenge plot he'd been scheming on Clover's most notorious scandal.
He swiped through the images his brother, James, had sent him. The pictures of Evelyn's naked body, her hands bound behind her as his brother shoved his cock deep into the recesses of her throat. A short video of her jiggling fat tits had Wes masturbating furiously. He could still picture the dusty pink nipples, perfect coin-sized gems, jumping up and down on the tablet screen.
He envied James's sexual prowess. The guy could pleasure a woman just by staring at her, but his wicked hands gave her the finish she craved. Wesley's father needed him to be his prodigy. James's reputation already sullied as a womanizer, Wesley needed to represent the prestige of his family's name. Handsome, contemplative, and reserved, Wesley endured bureaucratic responsibilities. Checks and balances. Preserve the illusion.
Wesley played the long game well; he could plot, he could be patient. He could abstain from the hedonistic yacht parties and the drugs. He knew what his other friends did. He knew they fucked like rabbits and paid the price later as their families sank money into paying off the local women they'd hurt or worse, impregnated. They crafted hasty unions to satisfy the public's fickle morals. Wes could maintain his own virginity for the family reputation.
But now that he was eighteen, he was a man. His father promised him they'd get an in-house consort. A girl that the public would never know about and she would be made to do every lewd thing he wanted. He may have to share with his brother and father, but he could have her make up for all the years he sat on the bench.
His father's sinister schemes often dipped into their family's sordid history with other families. It had taken their father one year to put this sadistic plan into motion. Wes didn't believe him when he first told them about it.
"Evelyn. Saint Evelyn. If we took her we'd have a mob at our door." James immediately turned every idea down. He liked to take action, he did not like to plan.
"She's pretty, dad, but I don't know. A lot of council members love her father. They've made him a deity. How would this look on our family?" Wesley knew how to count his ducks and put them in a row. He knew which way council members could lean on any given day. And they wouldn't lean their way if his family took Evelyn Caress.
"She's not a saint, James. She's a girl, like any other tramp you've manipulated, so I know you can work your special slut magic on her." Their father's piercing dark stare gave James the final word.
But James had doubts, "I mean I love the idea of a house whore, dad. Don't get me wrong, but Evelyn, I've seen people always surround her. And unless you want me to pull another Kane-,"
"Don't you worry your pretty little dick about it, Jamie. When the time comes, you'll get to stick your cock in all her holes and you'll like it." Their father rolled his eyes. Wes knew he had been planning this for over a decade but he didn't let them in on it until that night.
Evelyn Caress acted like an angel in public. Wes never met her, he only heard about her generosity after she'd made valentines for the elderly, and organized bake sales for some third world country earthquake relief fund. She went to the girls' school and didn't venture very far out of it. She seemed untouchable. Her father sort of made it that way.
Wes pulled up her information on his tablet. Scrolling through photo-ops of the beaming beautiful daughter of the brutish war hero, General Lewis Kane, Wes found the earliest mentions.
"She's adopted?" he asked, skimming through the news articles featuring the rugged man holding up a swaddled baby like a trophy.
His father chuffed and shook his head, "She's a publicity stunt. He wanted support for some questionable torture techniques they revealed the week before. Suddenly, he finds this pregnant homeless teenager who doesn't want the baby, she signs away her first born and boom, everyone forgets about the torture."
It didn't take too much digging to find out why Kane and his father hated each other. The headlines were redacted, but he could pick out the theme. Wes scrolled through.
"Rose." It had to do with his father's cousin Rose.
"He raped her. In front of forty people." James, peaking over Wes's shoulder, filled in what had been redacted from the online sources.
"She was the saint. She lived and worked for the people, handing out first aid kits and warm meals. Then that man took her, right there, with dozens of vagrants watching in shock as he ripped her dress off, spread her legs, and shoved his beast into her." Again his father's furry bubbled over as he slammed a hand against the table top.
"She liked it," James smirked, "That's what the people said when they were interviewed later. She screamed out his name, she pulled his head down to suck her tits, she even moved in with him later."
"No. She had to. She was ruined. No one would have taken her after that public indecency. She helped to raise the baby that he so hastily adopted."
Wes found some more articles confirming their staggered versions of history. Rose still lived with General Kane. Evelyn had been in a boarding school since junior high. She worked at an elderly community center and hosted fundraisers on the side.