Found Pt 07

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story.

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Chapter 25 - Beth's Story

I ask Beth, "What happened?"

Beth writes, "When you broke up with me, I was devastated. My world crumbled. I met a student that needed tutoring. We end up fucking. He was very good looking and was ok in bed. I wanted to hurt you by saying I found the man of my dreams. He wasn't. Then I couldn't drop him, or it would get back to you. He gets me pregnant, so we get married. He was always a little demeaning, but as soon as I became pregnant, he thought it was from you, Steve. He then turned abusive and drank a lot. His friends are degenerates.

"The night of this beating, he and his friends were high and drunk. He said my cunt was tainted, so they all fucked my face and throat. Then I was a punching bag. I hit my head and passed out. When I woke, I was in a daze, and the next thing I remember is seeing Bill. The police said I bought a bus ticket and then a taxi to get there."

She pauses, is near tears, and then asks, "How did my husband really die? Was it you?"

I think a moment, Sara's eyes are on me. She looks scared.

I tell her with an even steady voice, "The moment I saw you and your condition, I told Anthony to get his coat. He instantly understood my rage and his instructions. My plane was waiting for him at the airport. He followed your husband around. He had a drink with him as he and his friends bragged about what they did to you. He called me back for final authority. I asked for Sara's opinion and then gave my approval."

She looks at Sara, "What's your version?" Sara is startled by the question. "I saw your look of horror when I asked."

Sara can't look at Beth, "When Anthony called, Steve didn't want to make an emotional decision. He handed the phone to the person in the room that hated you the most and asked me to advise Anthony. He said he trusted me and would accept my decision. I saw what they did to you. Anthony's first option was to make it look like an accident, I said to proceed. We hung up."

Beth looks very sad now, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how you feel about me. I'm sorry for intruding and causing chaos. I'll go back to my parents."

She gets up and starts walking towards the stairs. Sara blocks her way and points to go sit back down.

Sara has tears in her eyes, "I can't allow you to leave. We made an agreement for you to stay. I'm married to a child, and it will take the three of us and his mother to raise him and all the children on the way. Last night was our first shot at getting Phoebe pregnant. In two weeks, I will be in my prime to get pregnant. Soon this place will be running amuck with little Steve's and Steve inspired children.

"I've come to terms with you and Phoebe. I understand your love for him, his love for you and his need and love for me. He has proved himself to me over and over. He is consistent in his actions, even if they are weird at times. I'll expect more from you in the future. Counting him out was a huge mistake. You almost killed him. I won't allow that to happen again."

Now Sara is motherly and sympathetic, "When I was pregnant, my needs increased. Your body is different and may not have the same needs. You've been through enough stress. If there is anything you need, or you need it more often, just let me know. I freely offer this because when I get pregnant along with Phoebe, you may go dry for a while. I also offer this because I've seen your love. I know the pain you have endured. I'll do everything in my power to help save your baby and you. You are welcome here."

Beth slowly gets up; tears are in her eyes. She walks to Sara, who gets up, and they embrace each other. Beth lets out all her pain and anguish. Sara pats her on the back.

Sara smiles, "Would you like to help put our child to sleep."

Beth looks around, "I haven't met Daniel yet, where is he?"

I answer, "He was with Bill's sister, probably with mom now. I think Sara was referring to me. I'm dead tired. Hungry, too, but tired."

Sara instructs us, "Get him to bed. He needs sleep. I'm going to make something for dinner, and I will be up later. Phoebe and I will look at houses and architects before going to bed."

Beth, me, paper, and pen all go up to bed. As I start to undress, my hands are slapped by Beth. She wants to do it. She slowly unbuttons my shirt as I slip off my shoes and socks. No way she is bending over for that. She removes my belt with one swift pull, unbuttons my pants, and pulls them halfway down. Gravity takes it from there. Her first attempt at removing my boxers, she mises and grabs ahold of my cock.

She strokes me a few times and then takes off my boxers. I am shoved into the center of the bed. She moans after getting into bed after stripping naked herself. I realize she has almost no clothes here. She places my hand on her breast and seems to relax. I move it to her belly and start rubbing it.

I whisper in her ear, "I love you and our baby. Sara, Phoebe, and mom will treat her or him as if it is mine because we will all be raising our child."

I feel tears dropping on my arm as I drift rapidly to sleep.

Chapter 26 - Hypnotized

Eight weeks have gone by, and Beth can now talk. We go out for dinner, and Beth is making up for lost time, non-stop talking to the point we are all smiling at her. Phoebe and Sara are both confirmed pregnant, Beth is six weeks away from delivery. They compare notes on their feelings and emotions. I sit quiet, not much I can add to this conversation. I am bored. I play with my food to amuse myself. I soon notice they are calm and staring at me. Oooops. I set my fork down and try to hide.

Sara is not amused; Beth and Phoebe are. They start to giggle, and eventually, Sara does too, shaking her head.

Sara says, "I think we need a role play night again. The last one was a lot of fun."

I think yes, it was fun until I ended up in the hospital.

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All four of us are up in the bedroom.

Sara asks me, "Last time you said you had two ideas, what is the second one?"

I smile and then say, "Sara, you are my girlfriend. I'm a quiet, shy guy. Your two best friends are inexperienced with men, you have been using me for months and are very experienced. Beth and Phoebe, you will start in the closet. I don't know you are here." They smile and hide in the closet.

I whisper to Sara as I am getting in the bed, shoes off, clothes on, "You hypnotized me. I'll follow only your commands, and I follow them literally. If the command is vague, I do nothing. I can talk if asked a question, and you will get a truthful answer. You say 'sleep' or 'wake,' and that puts me under and brings me back. I will not hurt myself or do other things I am violently opposed to. Right now, I'm awake."

I yell, "Action!"

Sara immediately says, "Sleep."

I don't move, and my eyes close.

Sara walks to the closet and lets her 'friends' into the bedroom. They follow close behind her.

Sara sounds excited, "I did it. I really did it."

Beth asks Sara, "What did you do?"

Sara boasts, "I have been studying psychology, I hypnotized my boyfriend. He's our slave ... to a point. He only listens to me, he can talk and answer questions. He'll always answer truthfully. He follows directions like a robot, literally. If he can't do something or doesn't understand or is confused by the request, he will do nothing. He won't hurt himself or do anything illegal or against his internal ethics."

Beth starts off immediately, "After I got a boyfriend, were you really trying to die when you went fishing and hunting?" No answer. Sara asks the same question.

I reply in a monotone voice, "Yes."

Phoebe asks, "Is there any chance you will ever forgive mom?" I am silent.

Sara instructs me, "You will answer questions from Beth and Phoebe as if they were from me."

Phoebe asks, "Is there a chance you will ever forgive mom?"

I answer, "There is A chance."

Sara asks, "How many more women could join this club we have here of sharing you?"

I answer, "Two."

Sara looks unhappy, "Who are they, what are the odds, and then explain why you think so?"

I reply in a monotone voice, "Jenny. Unknown odds. Don't know the status of her marriage. All signs point to a happy marriage. Julia. 0.000001%. We are good friends. It would take a catastrophic life-changing event to make her want to change her lifestyle."

Beth asks, "Are there any guys you like sexually or would experiment with?"

I answer, "No."

Phoebe asks, "If one of us got a boyfriend, could we still share you?"

I answer, "No, it's not fair to the other man. If it's Phoebe or Beth, I'd be happy for you. If Sara got a boyfriend, it would instantly kill our marriage, zero chance of recovery."

Beth asks, "When did you know you loved me?"

I answer, "When I found out why you were on my doorstep freezing to death."

Sara asks, "When did you know you loved me?"

I don't answer.

Sara looks sad, "Why don't you answer?

I reply, "I didn't fall in love with you on a specific date."

Sara presses on, "How did you fall in love with me?"

I reply, "It happened gradually as you saved my life by sleeping with me."

Sara says, "But we didn't have sex for several months."

It's not a question, I don't respond.

Sara asks, "How can you fall in love without having sex?"

I reply, "I could feel your love for me. It was genuine and beautiful. That was enough."

Beth asks, "At one time you said you feared women, they had caused you too much pain, so you avoided them. Have you progressed since, and how or why not?"

I answer, "I have progressed but still have trust issues and confidence issues."

Sara asks, "Confidence issues? Please explain."

I answer, "Not long ago, you asked about other men. It wasn't fair I got other women, and you didn't get other men. You are correct, it isn't fair. It scared the hell out of me for no rational reason. All I could think of is me tied up and you screwing another guy in front of me or me coming home, finding you in bed with another man. Days like that, I feel you are better off without me."

Beth asks, "Then how can you love me? I screwed another guy for several years."

I really don't want to answer this question. I hang my head and have a tear in my eye, "It hurts. I don't know how to cope with it. Part of me wants to protect you because you need it. Part of me still loves you very much. Part of me can't get the image of me tied up and you screwing another man out of my head."

Phoebe quickly asks, "Are you in danger of doing anything stupid?"

I can't answer that.

Phoebe is frustrated, Sara asks, "Why can't you answer the last question?"

I answer, "A truthful answer would be misleading."

Beth tries, "Please explain how, in this case, a truthful answer can be misleading."

I reply, "The question was, am I in danger of doing something stupid? The answer is yes. I am always in danger of doing something stupid. However, in context that makes it seem like I'm going to do something stupid imminently. That's not the case. I'm capable, but I am trying to resist. Sometimes I just can't help myself, it's fun."

Phoebe asks, "What sex kinks or acts do you hate?"

I answer, "Gay, receiving pain, scat, strangers, performing voyeurism, and having my nuts crushed.

Beth questions me, "What's wrong with voyeurism?"

I reply, "It reminds me of being in court and in the jail cells. Exposed for the world to see me."

Phoebe says, "I never knew that. Wow, I would have had you at least in the windows tonight."

Sara asks, "Would you do any of that stuff for us if we asked you?"

I sadly answer, "Yes."

Phoebe asks, "Aren't you hypocritical by beating me and not wanting to be beaten?"

I reply, "No."

Phoebe looks mad, "How can you say that?"

I reply, "I don't enjoy causing you pain. I do it only because you love it."

Sara asks, "What's wrong with having sex with strangers?"

I reply, "Strangers have always hurt me and taken away the people I love. I lost all my girlfriends to fucking a friend or strangers. I'm also overly possessive."

Sara says, "Ok, that makes sense now, I think I better understand him. Steve, I want you to strip my friends. Force them if needed."

I get out of bed, Phoebe and Beth are still standing in the middle of the room. I walk up in front of Beth and begin unbuttoning her blouse. I never look into her eyes, I stare at her shirt. I unbutton her shorts and then unzip the shorts. I walk behind her and pull the shorts and panties down in one fluid motion. I unsnap the bra, and it drops to the ground.

Phoebe is more manageable; I pull the dress off over her head; she is naked now. That was very thoughtful of her. Sara sits on the edge of the bed and leans back.

Sara instructs me, "Eat my pussy to orgasm. Then repeat for Beth and Phoebe."

I get in front of Sara and slip my tongue into her pussy and start licking her lips. I do full-length licks, top to bottom. Outside first and then inside. This is probably the worst job I have ever done. I act like a robot, there is no emotion. Beth senses the issue and offers a suggestion.

Beth seems bored, "May I suggest a new command? He seems like a robot. With no feelings, he sucks. How about programming him with the desire to please us in anything we want. Pleasing us makes him happier."

Sara tells me, "Steve, stop. When you wake up, you will crave pleasuring us. You will eagerly do anything we ask of you. As you please us, you'll feel better. Wake!"

I am my usual self now, "Oh hi Beth and Phoebe. Holy shit, you three are naked. Awesome! Grrrrrr."

Sara orders me, "Steve, eat my pussy to orgasm. When done, do Beth and then Phoebe."

Now I am much more myself and am eager to please all three. She only asked for one orgasm, I use all my tricks. Luckily, they're horny already. No doubt thinking of things to do to me. It only takes two fingers and a few licks to get Sara off. I practically stuck my tongue in Beth, and she orgasmed, it's been a while for her, that was expected. I work hard to get Phoebe off. In the end, my stubble on her thighs and across her lips set her off. Typically, the humming gets her off, not today.

Sara says to me, "Go sit in the shower and then lean back on your hands behind yourself."

I walk into the shower eagerly, sit my ass on the tile, lean back, and put my arms straight back behind me with my hands-on the tile. This is a comfortable position. Sara comes into the shower and stands in front of me. She then steps forward, so she is right over my cock. With hands-on the wall for balance, she relieves herself on me.

I force myself to sound happy and say, "Cool, that feels ... wonderful."

Beth puts her pussy up on my neck, and she relieves herself on me. Sara aims higher and hits my face. Phoebe comes in, reaches down for a foot, and raises it up and the leg connected to it. She puts several toes into her pussy and then releases a steady stream. The yellow flow goes down my foot, down my leg, and into my groin, before going down the drain. She is excited to see the stream.

When they finish, we all take a shower. Phoebe goes into the suitcase and pulls out the strap-on cock. Oh shit.

I say, "Oh cool, some anal action. I love anal pounding."

Three pillows are placed on the bed, and I put my groin on the pillows and spread wide my legs. This is going to suck so bad. Phoebe lubes me and the cock well. No warm-up or going slow, she thrusts forward and into me with one thrust. I have never treated a woman like that.

I scream out in pain and then say very unenthusiastically, "Oh great, I love this so much."

They giggle at me. Sara checks on me. I must have looked dreadful, she sat in front of me and coddled my head. She told me she loved me, and she is the happiest woman in the world. She looked sad at my condition. I tried to put on a smiling face as I grimace with each thrust from Phoebe. She went at it a while and seemed to be having fun. I can only guess that Sara shot her a look because Phoebe suddenly stops.

Lucky for me, Beth wants a try.

Before she can shove it in me, Sara says, "Go easy on him. Ease it in, like he did you your first time."

I hear Phoebe say, "Oh shit," to Sara's comment.

Beth went in easier, and it wasn't nearly as painful. I can't say I enjoyed it, and I won't say I hated it either. She was soft and gentle, I hope she is enjoying this. Sara seems happier now that I am not in pain. I really appreciate her looking out for me. Phoebe comes over next to Sara, she looks like she is ready to cry. She puts her arms out for me and holds my head tight to her. She sniffles.

Phoebe whispers in my ear, "You can't believe how sorry I am for hurting you. You have always been so gentle with me and others, I never knew why. Sara made me realize I showed you no mercy or compassion when entering you. I'm so sorry."

She holds me tight and cries in my hair. Beth has no clue what's wrong with Phoebe, she slows to a stop with the cock buried in me.

Beth starts unstrapping herself from the false cock and says to Sara, "He doesn't like rear entry much, I left it in, so you could go easy on him."

Sara says with a smile, "I've had my fun with those, it doesn't do much for me. I'll pass, pull it out. Steve, stay right there. No, rotate 45 degrees. I want you near the edge of the bed. You must answer for your deeds."

I don't like the sound of that, yet I say with a positive attitude, "Oh cool, I like this position." Pure acting on that line.

Sara says to me, "For going hunting for killer sharks!" Whack! She spanks my right cheek hard, and it hurts.

Beth says to me, "For dumping me at Christmas!" Whack! I whimper as she spanks my left cheek.

Phoebe seethes at me, "For ignoring me for all those years!" Whack! I cry out as she spanks my right cheek.

Sara says to me, "For climbing those mountains!" Whack! She spanks my left cheek.

Beth reaches back, Whack! "For dumping Jenny on Christmas!"

Phoebe says to me, "For dumping me on the sex island!" Whack! I scream in pain.

Sara says to me with venom on her breath, "For making me share you!" Whack! I scream the loudest for that one. She used all her strength.

I have tears running down my face. I have done some horrible things to these women. I deserve this. No, I deserve worse.

The room is silent for a moment, and we hear a click at the door. Then the door explodes open, and Anthony is standing in the doorframe. His face is red, his veins are popping from his head, he looks ready to kill someone. Two giant steps, and he is between the girls and me.

Anthony shouts, "Enough of this bullshit! Let me give you some fucking good reasons to beat the shit out of this guy! Sara, would you be married to a billionaire right now if this asshole didn't give you a job? A job you had no business getting. You could have been homeless and selling your body on the streets. The night at the bar in Miami, the boat trip after, your first child. Does any of that happen without him? What an ungrateful little bitch you are."

He directs his anger at Phoebe now, "Phoebe, oh yes, the woman whose friend started his miserable existence in life. I guarantee you'd be dead without his help when hiking out west. How would you like those college bills back and have to pay rent? How was sex back in college? What if that was the best you ever got?"

Now he zeroes in on Beth, "Beth, you disgust me. You should also be dead right now. Possibly twice. Certainly, your child would be in a coffin right now if not for this horrible man. He bought the hospital a new machine so they could fix your jaw correctly. In college, he tested your love, and in less than a month, you threw it in his face."