I move quickly to Naomi's gaping mouth, forced open to accept whatever I wanted to put in there. I took her daughter's love juices and dribbled the fluids into her mouth, "A taste of your baby girl, Cousin Naomi." The pungent taste of her girl juice dribbled on her tongue but, she had no choice, but swallow it.

Now, I took my off hand to grasp a handful of mom's hair and pulled her up by the knot in my hand, until she is only supported on her knees. I undo my trousers and pull my cock out and insert it in her obliging mouth. I use her hair as a handle and start working her mouth on my member. Then I take my other hand and start Esther toward another climax. My time is getting short though I and I need to finish mother and daughter up here and move to the next phase.

Ah yes! I feel my cock expand, as the tender soft inside of Naomi's mouth is making me hard. It is time to do Esther again. I place the mother with a good view looking up to see Esther's slit, then I take my hard rod and punch it into the younger woman's pussy. This was like my last violation of her, rough and without regard to her comfort or pleasure. She had been aroused beforehand this time though and this was bringing her up to the edge, but before she could claim the climax, I ejaculated into her womb again, Esther cried out in disgust behind the gag, as my hot seed flooded unimpeded toward the uterus. I felt fatigued but incredibly empowered. I had just raped my second cousin, who perhaps was fertile, and I did unprotected, making pregnancy a potential side effect of her abuse. And I did it all while her mother watched unable to stop it.

When I thought of the next little drama to come, I almost was aroused then and there. I pulled out of Esther's cunt; her sobbing had me wondering if maybe she wasn't so efficient with her "pill" after all

Well, too late to worry about that now, besides that wasn't my concern. Esther was the one that had to carry the baby or get rid of it. It made no difference to me. It was my second cousin's headache, not mine.

I picked up anything that indicated that anyone had been here, even to more than just a casual look around. Then I returned and gave a more than gentle squeeze to Esther's tit, "I'll be back for you my dear after I have taken care of your mother." Mom's hair seemed so handy that I grab it again to pull her onto her knees. Then, I reach under her arms and pick her up and carry her out of the clearing.

I walk about fifteen minutes down the deserted beach, silently. We reach the landmark that told me where I was, I move onto the beach and take her to a hole clearly inside of the tide line. Next to the hole, I had a large pile of sand. I walked to it and jumped down in and put her on her knees facing the shoreline, away form the surf. I would make it more difficult to gauge things. I use her hair as a way to hold her vertical and then I start pulling sand into the hole until her feet and legs are covered. I stop for a moment and tamp the sand into place and now she feels the soft sand firm up around her lower legs.

However, any fight she had was gone with exhaustion. So, she is relatively meek as I start to bury her. I start pulling in sand in again until her thighs are covered and tamp it into place again. Now she felt as though her feet and calves are set in concrete.

There is a space of about three inches of space between the sand and her crotch. I climbed out of the hole and returned with a rock smoothed by wave action. It was long and the sides were rounded, an excellent phallus. Her eyes widen as I push the 3-inch diameter stony dildo home. I rest the broader end in the sand and she feels it inside of her, filling her up. Then, more sand up to her waist before I tamp her in again. The stone is held firmly inside of her. She is impaled and finds it very hard to move her hips. She groans at the mixed blessing.

I smile though I am sweating quite hard. It was taking much less time filling in the hole than it took to dig it. I was ahead of schedule again. There was more to the rest of today. Though I was going to make sure this was the end of it al; . This was more humiliation as Mom is going to believe she is going to die. Esther is going to believe she will be too late. Nothing like the specter of death to intensify sensations, I chuckled to myself.

The waterline had been creeping toward us and the slap of the waves was louder in Naomi's ears. I filled in up to the bottom of her breasts. Here, I took a few moments to fondle and squeeze them then pinch and twist the marked nipples. The pain on her face was reward indeed. Just to press home my total control over her, I knelt down and kissed her stretched open mouth, making sure my tongue snaked in her mouth and the look of horror and disgust just added to my lust.

But time was becoming a factor and there was time but none left to play with her. So, I filled the hole up to the bottom of her neck. Tamped it in and finished with some sand I had carried from the beach. She felt encased, unable to move. Naomi was held rigid on the beach with no escape. To finish the humiliation, I took out my cock and pissed on her face. She twisted and avoided what she could, but there was not very much she could do to avoid the stream. Her movement was too restricted. As much of the piss splashed on target and into even her mouth as well. She sputtered and I waited until she recovered. It was time to set the stage.

I walked several feet away and spoke. "Cousin Naomi, this is where high tide reaches. Now I am going to send you some help from your daughter, if she chooses to cooperate. If she arrives in time, then she can get you out. If not, well you will last the longest, if you tilt your head back and breathe through your nose. I have really enjoyed our time together Cousin Naomi and I wish you the best of luck." Then I walked out of sight back to the clearing.

I walked over to the arched and no doubt aching body of Esther. I dropped the sack next to her and reached down and tickled the lips between her legs. She tensed and prepared herself for the thrust and certainly it was tempting, but alas there was not enough time, right now, "Esther, my dear, your mother needs your help so we need to talk. I am going to remove your gag and you are welcome to scream to what have you, but the only people that are going to hear are your mothers, and I promise you that she is in no position to help you and then of course me. So, let me tell you that your mother is in real trouble and the longer you yell; the worse off she is going to be. Do you understand that Esther?"

My second cousin nodded, so I loosened her gag and pulled it free. "What do you want you bastard?"

"Very nice, direct and to the point, I like that. I want to have some fun at yours and Naomi's expense Esther, and it is as simple as that." I said as though it was the most natural thing to be discussing.

"Do we know you?" Well, this was a pleasant surprise; she still was feisty in spite of everything.

"Not really, Esther, you don't. But I learned enough about you to take you, and rather easily might I add." My grin was not the least bit humorous, it was more of a leer.

She realized all of a sudden that you had spoken of time as a problem for her mother and changed the direction of the conversation, "Well, jerk off, what is that you said about my mother."

"Oh yes, that. Right now your mother is buried up to her neck in sand. She is inside the tide line. In fact, she has no way of avoiding the tide without help. Now as much as you would expect that I would want to volunteer to do that rescue, the truth is, I just finished burying her myself. So here is the deal, if you let me truss you up so there is measure of difficulty in the rescue. I do want to assure you it will involve pain for you. I will provide you a means to rescue her. The alternative is that I have to kill you right now and let the animals take care of your lovely body. What will it be?" I stated simply.

"Ok smart ass, as if that was a choice at all. What do I have to submit to?" She glared at my masked face.

"Yes, submit, I think that has the right ring to it. Ok, I am going to undo your wrists' line and the retie your hands behind you. Then I am going to hobble your feet after I free them Then, you are going to suck me off and swallow, you know how to do that don't you Esther?" Her look was menacing, so I smiled and waited and she slowly nodded. "Good then, I am going to tie your tits up, so they are going to turn colors. Then, it will be up to you to find and rescue your mother." I listed the torments as though this was a lark.

"Ok, cum wad, so when do you take the blindfold off." She is just not being as deferential as I wanted at this point.

"Really Esther, you really are a little potty mouth. I was just going to leave it at that, but, I can see you need some encouragement to take this whole thing seriously. So the blindfold stays on and in addition to all that, I am going whip you with stinging nettle. I am told the sting lasts for days sometimes, cousin."