A family enslaved

[Kepic]

I awoke slowly, shaking off the vestiges of a dream that I tried to remember in vain. However, my attention was drawn to the sensations that were moving over my manhood, which now I had awoken, rose swiftly to a full erection at them. Soft, delicate strokes of a damp tongue, though with the cold nub which made me shiver - a pierced tongue, I quickly surmised - and the hot breath over my loins.

I gasped, and began to sit up, but then I heard the words "Just lie back and enjoy it," and immediately knew who was my 'benefactor'. Sandra.

Sandra was staying over at the house, my parents, in the guestroom with her husband, Jake. They were friends of my twin sister, Andrea, and were a pleasant enough couple.

I couldn't believe it. Although Sandra was a very pretty woman, and I did feel attracted to her, I knew she was married and, consequently, had mentally filed her under the 'look but don't touch' category.

I did as she asked, and laid back and enjoyed it. The guest bedroom was next to mine, and I couldn't very well make too much of a noise. Images of Jake breaking down the bedroom door with an axe flitted through my mind. Oh fuck, she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be doing this...

But it felt good. Real good.

When it was over, she quietly left the room, after telling me to close my eyes and not to move. I was still recovering from my orgasm, from the feeling of her cock deep in her mouth, her pierced tongue circling about my engorged manhood. After a while, I fell asleep, happy and confused.

* * *

The morning came, and I awoke, taking a quick shower and getting dressed before going downstairs for breakfast, as my mind played over the events of the night. Sandra and Jake were sat already at the kitchen table, along with my father and sister.

"Sleep well?" asked my mother, who was making some coffee.

"Fine thanks" I said, seating myself. I glanced at Sandra, who smiled at me but gave me no other sign about the previous night.

Andrea was sat looking down at her bowl, unmoving.

"Are you all right sis?" I asked.

She raised her head slowly, looking at Jake and Sandra before looking to me. "I'm fine, thank you" she said, softly, before lowering her head again. I thought I saw Jake give her a slight nod.

My father looked a little uncomfortable as well. He kept glancing at Sandra - as I did - as if trying to work something out. Even my mother seemed a little flustered. When Sandra smiled at her, she even blushed. Something was going on, it was obvious to tell, but what?

After we had finished breakfast, I got up to head back upstairs, but Sandra put a hand on one of my wrists.

"Don't go just yet, Andy" she said, standing up. "We have an important anouncement for you all."

At that, I heard "Just lay back and relax." It was Sandra's voice again, but she hadn't spoken. I looked to where it had came from. It was a miniature tape recorder, in front of my sisters bowl. Jakes hand moved away from it, I guessed he had just put it there and put it on play. A few moments later, the words "close your eyes, don't move" played out, and Sandra reached down and pressed the stop button.

Then she brought her hand up to my sisters chin, tilting back her head, and nodded. Andrea poked out her tongue, as if on a cue. At the centre of my sisters tongue lay a small silvery bead. I gasped.

I wasn't the only one to gasp. Both my father and my mother had both let out similar cries of surprise.

"I'd like to congratulate you, Mr and Mrs Lawrence. You've raised a lovely, and... most obedient daughter" said Jake, his voice sounding quiet calm.

"She's been such a wonderful little slave, we thought we'd collect the family set" Sandra added, with only the slightest trace of humour.

My father was half out of his seat, a stunned look on his face, and my mother looked close to fainting. My jaw was hanging open, as I looked at my sister. She had... had been in all of our rooms last night? 'Done' each of us?

"Our friends will be so jealous" Sandra said, kissing her husbands cheek.

"How... how could you... how dare you..." dad began to stammer out, his knuckles white where he was clutching the tabletops edge.

"There are also some very interesting pictures, Mr Lawrence. You sleep very soundly. It was easy to take some before you finally awoke." Jake interrupted. "I posted them to a good friend of mine and my wives while I was out on my early morning jog."

"You certainly seemed to enjoy your daughters sweet tongue at the time" Sandra said, smiling. "I'm sure the bank wouldn't take kindly to one of its managers having an incestuous relationship with his daughter."

 

[angie girl]

As Andrea?

OOC: Oh K? can I play? should I just start or are you taking auditions? oh well, here goes, causs am so excited to be in your thread. Kick me out if I am intruding.

IC: Andrea at the Kitchen Table

My thick dark hair was actually hanging in the bowl of soggy Honey Nut Cheerios and milk. I hadn't touched them, just messed them around with my spoon. My eyes just that once glancing up to meet those of my twin brother, the person who meant the most to me in my whole life. As twins our communications were almost instant and without words, so I dared not let him see my face. Not after what had happened last night.

So I let my hair fall in front of my face, in with the wet cereal, just to conceal the look he would certainly recognize as fright, and confusion, and quilt. And of course I did not look up at the Parental Units at all. Not at all. Oh the very thought of what had gone on there...was...was, well...too much.

So I sat and listened, ears burning, head hanging even lower. As the two of them, that Sandra person and her wicked husband, spilled it all out for everyone to hear. So if i felt such shame, why had I? Done it? Was it being tired of the whole lovely, dark haired, deep eyed but virtuous young virgin image thingie? Yes I was sick of it. But I had been sick of it for a long time. So maybe that wasn't it?

It was Sandra. Her. She Devil, bad girl, temptress Sandra. She had told me to do it. And I just had to. I had to.

"...certainly seemed to enjoy your daughter's sweet tongue at the time" I heard the She Bitch say with that glee in her voice. Talking to Daddy, about last night, about what his baby girl had done with her tongue.

How was I ever gonna get the nerve to look up from this stupid cereal bowl?

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I'll always welcome you aboard threads Angie

I just sat and stared at my sister in a daze. What did they want from us? Money?

No... Sandra had used the word slave, hadn't she. Andrea, their slave. I shuddered. What had they done to her? What hold did they have to make her do what she had done?

The memory of the previous night, when the mouth I had thought belonged to Sandra had devoured my manhood, swallowed by cum...

Despite the knot in my stomach, that told me it was wrong, I was beginning to get aroused again. I couldn't help it. It had felt good... I couldn't deny that. But my sister... my twin sister...

As my mind replayed the night again, I heard in my head my sisters voice say "Just lie back and enjoy it" in place of Sandra's. And I knew that I would have done as she had asked.

 

[Neale]

Hmmm...

/OOC: If you'll have me, Kepic, I'll be the father. Here's my initial screentest post!

Mr. Charles Lawrence

"What... what do you want? How could you do this? We invited you into our home, as our guests, and you take advantage of our hospitality like this?!! You son of a bitch, who the fuck do you think you are!"

I was completely outraged by this, but my darling wife grabbed my arm tightly... they had me. Had us! If those damned photographs ever reached the bank... I'd be ruined. First National prided itself on its squeaky-clean, family image...

"Andrea... how, how could you?"

 

[angie girl]

Andrea Blurts

"Andrea... how, how could you?"

How could I? Still looking down into the soupy cereal. But now getting upset, real upset. Also, the sight of my hair floating in the milk was about to make me get sick. So now sitting up fast, my hair flinging milk across the table. Ugh.

"I could...I could..." I blurt as I point right at my twin brother, "I could...causs I hadda save him! hadda do it to save him...from them!"

And then pulling my robe around me I scurry from the big kitchen and run sobbing up the stairs toward my bedroom. Leaving a room full of startled looks behind me.

 

[Guest]

Here comes Jake

Jake

Sandra come here, lets show our new slaves what they must do to make us Happy as Sandra walked over she lets her bathrobe fall to the ground leaving her naked.
Now" she says to Mrs Lawrence, neal before me (before anyone can move I place copys of the photos of Andrea doing her entire famly) Mrs Lawrence does as she is told!
"Mr Lawrence you will do as you are told neal" my hard cock was now only inches away from his face. "Suck me" I told him, his wife already had her tounge up Sandra's cunt and she seemed to be enjoying it because without being asked she put a finger up sandra's anus, moving it in and out to match the rithem of her tounge.
Mr Lawrece did as he was told taking my cock slowly into his mouth, "Andy come help your father out of his bathroab
then take off your Tshirt and shorts.

 

[BadForm]

Sandra (If this is good enough for you guys)

I smiled at the feeling of Mrs. Lawrence's tongue flicking around my clit, at the rubbing of her finger in my anus, and at the way she so easily complied. It was often like that with the women. They so cherished their family that they would, with little coaxing, do anything for them. And unlike the men, they had the intelligence to know when they were cornered. I wound my fingers in her hair to encourage her licking.

"That's a good bitch," I purred. "Just keep that up until I tell you to stop."

A little at a time, that was the trick Jake and I had learned with the first two families we'd used as slaves. First, introduce the family to their roles. Then, later, press the women further, especially the mother. Force her to help with the enslavement of the rest of the family.

I turned to look at my husband, Jake, now being pleasured by Mr. Lawrence, and smiled. He was good. Very good. That's why we had hooked up together so many years ago. As teenagers, we had experimented only with each other and some individuals. But now... Well let's just say that the Lawrence's were not our first family. Not by a long way.

 

[Kepic]

Andy

OOC: You are welcome to join in, celticsexgod, but please don't write the actions of other characters already taken up by other people that has such a profound effect on the thread direction without their consent. As you are a guest, I'll allow you some leeway since you probably are unfamiliar with the 'rules' of these role-playing boards... please read through Hecate's Guide if you haven't already done so.

I am pretty certain that Neale would not wish his chosen character to perform in such a manner. I myself am very uncomfortable with male-male sexual acts (though I'll admit that lesbian sex is something I find very arousing), and incest itself is a topic I don't particularly have that much interest in, so this is something of an experiment in writing for me.

As such, I'm going to shift the scene to something that I feel is somewhat more readily 'digestable'... apologies to BadForm, this makes your last post a little redundant, but again you are welcome to join in the thread as Sandra. We could still use a Mrs Lawrence if anyone is interested in taking up the part.


IC:
I stared after my sister, my mouth dry and her last words ringing in my ears, as she left the room hurriedly with tears streaking her face. Save me? I couldn't make much sense of it. But I couldn't make much sense of anything at the moment. It was like some kind of blurry, waking nightmare.

I got up, knocking my chair backwards as I did so in my daze, looking to my mom and dad for a sign. Any sign. I didn't know what. My head was spinning in a sick whirl of confusing and conflicting emotions.

My parents looked resigned to the fact that these two so-called friends of my sister had them... trapped.

And me as well. I loved my parents. If I didn't do as they said... that too might make them ruin my fathers reputation. Ruin our family name. Again, the question of why my sister had helped them reared up in my mind.

Sandra stepped closer to me, her eyes lowered to my groin, a smile on her pretty lips. Pretty lips. I felt sick. After what she had done, I still found her attractive. Damn her to hell!

"Has something got you turned on?" she whispered in a sultry voice, tracing a finger down my chest to pull at the band of my shorts.

I swore at her loudly as I slapped her hand away and stepped back. My manhood was at least half-engorged, betraying thoughts that I could... would not yet accept, the bulge obviously evident to her.

"Oh my, such a dirty mouth. Maybe you didn't bring your beloved children up so nicely after all" she said, glancing at my parents, rubbing her wrist.

 

[BadForm]

OOC: Ok, am uncertain where you want to go with this now. Your title and first post indicated a family, enslaved to incest and to service the captors. You last post seemed to indicate, no, no incest please, no male home, just female homo and as to who is servicing who, thats the other way around - or at least the couple are there to service the male child. So, do you want to do the former - enslaved family situation - or the latter, minor coercion on some members of family, but basically the entire group is there to stroke the son's ego (and other things)?

 

[celticsexgod]

sorry it is my first time

im not gay it was just my idea to make sure mr Lawrance would become aslave

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I'm not saying this thread shouldn't explore incest, just that male homosexual interaction is something I don't wish to get into at all here, but yes, the family is otherwise meant to 'serve' the captors.

 

[BadForm]

Sandra: True Desire

I chuckled at the boy in front of me. Under our tutelage, his dear sister had told us a lot about him. At first she had known nothing, but then, with just a little pressure, she had found out.

Like any young man, he had one or two magazines hidden in his room which he would rather his parents didn't see. And, like any guy discovering his manhood, his shower times had begun to take a little longer. I'd made his sister find a way to watch him and describe what she'd seen. She'd been embarrassed, of course, but also turned on, as I knew she would be. I thought back to what she'd said about saving him, and smiled.

"In case you were wondering, she didn't really want to save you from us, Andy. She wanted to save you for herself."

I hooked my fingers in the band of his shorts and rapidly yanked them down to his knees, watching his semi-erect cock spring forward. I reached out my hand and ran a long nail down it's length.

"I can see why she'd want to do that. And you know, little Andrea has been such a good servant and learned so much that just maybe we should give her what she wants. What do you say, Andy? Shall I send Jake to get her and we can make our own little 'Sister Act'." I said, and indicated my large bag, which held a video camera I always liked to carry with me for when things go interesting.

 

[celticsexgod]

Jake

"Mrs Lawrence come to me your family are at risk if you dissobay me Badform will be punished I am your MASTER

 

[Kepic]

Andy

OOC: Badform is playing your wife, Sandra, celtic. I don't think you mean to punish her!

IC:
I stumbled back against the wall, the waistband of my shorts restricting my movement, giving a gasp as she ran a fingernail ran along my now swelling cock.

I choked, staring back into her eyes, disbelieving. Her lips were curled up into a smile.

"Yes" I heard myself murmur, and then I froze. I heard my mother let out a gasp at my answer, and could swear I could feel my dads sure stare.

 

[BadForm]

Sandra

I turned to my husband, Jake. "Sweetheart, would you please go fetch our starlet and tell her that she is about to get her dream cum true."

I chuckled, knowing that Andrea had, in fact, never said anything to me about wanting to have sex with her brother. Not that he'd ever need to know that. She was so compliant now that she would do almost anything we told her. Meanwhile I turned on the parents, and examined them. Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence. Man and wife, and proud parents too. Well, lets see just how proud.

"Now," I said to them, "I haven't worked out just what you two will be doing in this production... perhaps YOU can come up with a few ideas?"

 

[celticsexgod]

jake

"Andrea come to here" I went into her room she was crying "Don't cry my sweet, you know we have your life in our hands ! But what Stronge hands you will do as my wife says butfirst indulge me on your knees"

 

[Neale]

Mr. Lawrence

I stood there, helpless, wracked with fear and fury... How could I save my family from these bastards? What could I do? Hmm...

"Publish, and be damned, you son of a bitch!" I lunged at our tormentors, intending to kill that sneering piece of shit, Jake. Unfortunately, my career as a bank manager hadn't prepared me for combat at all. I tripped over a kitchen chair, and something very hard hit my head and knocked me out.

 

[BadForm]

Sandra: Husbands Are Such Problems

I stood over the prone body of Mr. Lawrence, nursing my now bruised hand. It hadn't surprised me that he would try something heroic, but a life of luxury and ease had made fathboy not fit for the role. On the other hand, my husband and I kept ourselves trim - you had to when you pulled stunts like this.

I dropped the ornamental brass elephant I'd used to add weight to my blow, and scowled momentarily at my dear husband. I shouldn't have had to have saved him, but he did like to give the women we played with his full attention. I turned on the mother and son, still nursing my knuckles, but reaching for my bag.

"So, it looks like Mr. Moneypenny wanted to get things moving a little quicker, eh? Very well, why don't we begin."

I took out the camera and ensured the film was in it. "Why don't we start with you two carrying him into the room and tieing him to the table? Perhaps you'd like to warm him up for when little Andrea comes back, eh, slut?"

I smiled at Mrs. Lawrence - at least, the corners of my mouth turned up.


OOC: Still no Mrs. Lawrence? Destiny? Dea? Anyone?

 

[Kepic]

Andy

I looked into my mums glazed eyes, as if she was on autopilot. Still in shock, I guessed. I couldn't blame her. I felt a little numb myself. I was glad of the first aid course I had taken in college, as I quickly checked the extent of the blows damage and found it to be just slight concussion. Dad would have a headache when he came to, but he'd be alright. At least, considering the circumstance we were all in.

We half carried, half dragged dad our into the living room, Sandra closing the blinds before we entered. Soon, with rope our captors had 'graciously' provided us, he was tied firmly to the dinner table, a sturdy oak table which was one of my mothers favourites, turned upside down so his limbs could be lashed outstretched to the tablelegs.

She then checked the bonds, seemingly satisfied with our work.

 

[BadForm]

Sandra: Bound to Please

I grinned malevolently. I had recorded the two of them bringing the father in and tieing him down, before cutting to black. After all, I didn't want my face on the film, now, did I? The ropes were secure, at least, secure enough for Mr. Lawrence to be unable to break free from. That was good enough.

I glanced upstairs. "Hey, honey, hurry up with Gold Tonguer will you? I need her in shot. This family's gonna make a movie you're never gonna believe."

Then I turned back to the couple on the couch as I raised my camera again. The mother seemed to be in a complete state of shock, so there was little I could work with there. Andy, however, was putty.

"Ok, sweetcheeks, how about a smile for the camera. Lets get some dialog going here...or monolog if the bitch isn't focused enough to reply. I think we'll call this... 'Junior's Birthday'. So, why don't you start thanking your momma for the present she's giving you? And thank her PROPERLY, if you get my meaning."

I began recording again, standing far enough back that there was no way he would reach me before I was ready to defend myself. Having seen what had happened to Daddy, I doubted the brat would try anything anyhow.

 

[angie girl]

Andrea Keeps Learning

Ever since I met this evil couple I seemed ta have one a these thingie's in my mouth more and more offen. Now it was Jake's ol fat thingie, and not the first time either, causs he had 'taught' me to be a suck and swallow girl. That's what he called me. I hated the taste of that stuff that he pumped into my mouth, and yeah well ok, not only him. Causs affer last night I had tasted more than juss his. So after a few whippings and threats I had learned not to gag it up, and to try to think of it as a sour milkshake. So now with his red dick thing half way into my mouth I figured I was about to get another 'shake'.

"Oh yeah suck it you sweet little bitch'" he moaned as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

But then from down below.

"Jake! stop fuckin around up there and get that sluts lil butt down here! we got a party to get going!"

It was his evil wife bitch, Sandra, and she sounded serious. So now what was up?

 

[Kepic]

Andy

I stared into the cold lens of the video camera Sandra was wielding. I imagined snatching it from her, smashing it, making her suffer for... for the torment she was putting my family through.

But if I did that, I felt sure the retribution would at least match my resistance. And would probably not be taken just out on me.

Fuck you bitch I thought, as I gave her a forced smile. When I get the chance, you'll fucking pay.

But she and her husband Jake held all the cards it seemed at the moment. That chance might never come.

I closed my eyes for a moment, before turning and opening them to look at my mother. She raised her head to look back into my eyes, tears at their corners.

I stepped over to her, wiping them away with my thumbs, as I said, my voice trembling, "Thank... thank you mum... for my birthday present..."

Then, I kissed her gently on the lips. "I... I love you mum..."

I wanted to whisper my reassurances, that everything would be all right, that we would get out of this. I wanted to make her feel... secure. Safe.