Family Ties

Chloe groaned into Simon's mouth as she worked herself against his caged cock. He could feel the intense heat radiating through the metal, her dampness seeping through the small hole. The pain was almost overwhelming, a constant, tightening pressure against his trapped flesh.

“Ooh, Simon, that's wonderful," she whispered, her tongue flicking at his earlobe. She pushed herself down hard, her mouth closing over his in a desperate, messy kiss as her tongue invaded his mouth. She pulled away, gasping. "I must have more."

She climbed off, the cool air hitting his wet skin, only to climb back on, this time positioning herself so she was facing his feet, her legs straddling his head. She lowered herself until her soft, wet folds were pressed against his lips. He had no idea what to do; he was terrified and overwhelmed. "Lick!" she screamed at him, her voice sharp with command. "Get that fucking tongue in my cunt!"

He obeyed, tentatively flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub. She gasped and worked him harder, grinding her hips down, using his mouth like a toy. She looked across the bed at her mother and David. Miriam was sitting back, her silk kimono open, slowly stroking David's massive cock. His arms were wrapped around her shoulders as he kissed her neck, his fingers tweaking her nipples through the silk.

The sight was too much. Chloe gasped and bucked, her body shuddering as she ground herself against his face, her climax spilling into his mouth. She leaned forward, taking his heavy, aching balls into her mouth, sucking gently on each one, her tongue exploring the sensitive gap. It was an immense thrill for her to know that she and her mother held full control over his ultimate release.

She looked up when she felt Miriam's hands stroke her hair from behind. Miriam nodded, a silent signal exchanged, and Chloe smiled. It was time for a special treat for Simon.

Chloe climbed off the bed, moving to Simon's other side. She cupped his face, kissing him deeply and cleaning her own juices from his lips. "I've got a special treat for you now, as you've been such a good boy," she whispered.

She turned his face away from her, toward the side of the bed where David stood, his massive cock ready.

David stepped forward, positioning himself over Simon's face. Simon tried to turn his head away, panic rising as he felt something soft, yet firm against his lips, but Chloe dug her nails into his cheeks, holding him in place with a bruising grip. Her voice dropped, becoming sultry and demanding.

"Open, bitch."

Simon's eyes widened, behind the blindfold, with recognition. It wasn't his sister; it was the husky, commanding voice of his captor. He opened his mouth in shock, and it was immediately invaded. David thrust forward, forcing his cock past Simon's lips and stretching his jaw wide. Miriam stepped back, letting David take over entirely, her hands stroking his muscular back as he gritted his teeth and began to unload jet after jet of hot come into Simon's forced-open mouth.

David pulled out as Simon showed signs of choking, gasping for air. He tried to spit out David's come, but Chloe's hand clamped firmly over his mouth, holding the mixture inside. "Swallow it, bitch," she commanded, her voice dropping into the husky register he knew all too well. "It's real men's come from a real man's cock." It was that voice—the voice of his tormentor. He was breathing hard through his nose as he was forced to swallow, the taste and texture foreign and humiliating.

Panic had set in completely. He was completely in the dark, and all he could do was buck his body and try to turn his head, but Chloe's hands held him tight. The drug was throwing image after image at his already confused mind. Then came the laughter, all around him. Deep, mocking laughter from his tormentors. He was trying to call for his mother and sister, but they wouldn't let him; they just held him tight, enjoying his helplessness. Slowly, his fighting subsided as his mind gave way to a drug-induced sleep. He went limp in their arms.

Miriam checked his breathing and removed the blindfold just enough to lift his eyelids with her fingers. Everything was good. She replaced the blindfold and smiled at Chloe. "He's going to have a few aches and pains in the morning, but he won't know what was real and what wasn't. I think tomorrow, we may push a little harder. What do you think, Miss Chloe?"

"That's a great idea, Ma'am," Chloe replied gleefully.

They both laughed, and David smiled, looking like a proud dog. Miriam looked at David. "I hope you've got more where that came from, boy." "Yes, Mistress, there's always more for you."

She took his hand, and they all left Simon alone to his dreams.

Simon slept through the night; his dreams were vivid and mostly disturbing. He awoke stiff, his jaw ached, and his mouth tasted strange—salty, bitter, and utterly foul. He was disoriented, the blindfold still tightly covering his eyes, keeping him in darkness. He tested his bonds, but they still held fast, the rope digging into his ankles and the silk tie pulling his cuffed wrists toward the headboard. He began rubbing his face against his upper arms, trying to dislodge the blindfold, but then he remembered his mother's stern warning that it had better stay on.

He listened intently, trying to hear anyone moving through the old house. Silence, just the creaking of old bones and floorboards as the house settled. Then the doorbell rang, its ancient, jangling peal meant to be heard anywhere in the house. His heart hammered against his ribs. He heard movement in the hallway, then footsteps on the stairs. The front door opened. Muffled "good mornings" were exchanged, followed by heavy footsteps in the hallway. The builders had arrived.

Shortly after, the door to his room was unlocked, and his blindfold was removed. He blinked his eyes, squinting to adjust to the sudden brightness. His mother was standing over him. Her face was stern; she was evidently still angry with him.

"Time to get up and shower." She leaned over him, her breast deliberately brushing his cheek as she undid the scarf, allowing his cuffed arms to be free. She then worked on the knots at his ankles. "I will meet you in the bathroom." She turned and left him to stretch and to climb out of bed.

His cuffed hands went down to his balls to scratch an itch that he hadn't been able to get to, a small, desperate act of relief in a situation that offered none.

Miriam stood by the door as Simon sat and urinated, a deliberate act meant to humiliate him as much as possible. Then came the shower, where she insisted on helping, making sure it was as arousing as possible for him. He wanted to tell her to leave him alone, that he was capable of doing it himself, but he was afraid of pushing her away.

When they were back in the bedroom, he went to pull on his jogging pants. "What are you doing?" Miriam asked.

"I just thought it would be better if I covered myself up."

"Why? You're not leaving this room until the builders have left for the day."

He felt anger and frustration start to build. "Look, Mum—" he started.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

He sighed. "Look, Ma'am, I know you’re angry with me, and I understand that. I really do, but I'm capable of making my own choices, like going to the bathroom on my own and showering."

She looked at him in a way that made him shrink a little. "Really?" she sneered. "Yesterday, you were on your knees, begging like a little baby for Chloe and me to stay and look after you. So what's changed? Have you grown a man-sized pair of balls?" She stepped toward him and grabbed his balls, squeezing them just enough to make him wince. "Because I've got to tell you, son, they still look like little boys' balls to me.”

Simon looked at her, open-mouthed. He couldn't think of a thing to say. He knew he was reliant on her and Chloe until he could get the damn cuffs off him. Then things would change; he would kick them both out on their arses. He just had to bite his tongue for a day or two.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm really grateful to you and Miss Chloe for helping me out, but it's very frustrating, being stuck like this."

Miriam smiled at his use of 'Miss' before Chloe's name. Her hand cupped his chin, and she leaned in close, almost lip to lip. "Of course I understand, Simon, but you must also understand," she squeezed his chin harder, "I take my role very seriously, and I expect unwavering obedience from you until we can sort out your problems. Is that clear?" She let go of his chin and stepped back.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry."

"I think it would be a good idea to follow Miss Chloe's lead when you need to apologize, and to do it on your knees, don't you?" For a moment, she thought he was going to rebel, but instead he fell to his knees and bowed his head. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am. I will try harder."

She rubbed his head, a condescending pat. "Good boy."

"Now, go and kneel in the corner facing the wall. Miss Chloe will bring breakfast up in a minute, and you know you are not allowed to leer at her." She turned and left the room, leaving him shuffling on his knees to the corner.

Miriam found Chloe in the kitchen with Cindy, the owner of an exclusive construction firm that specialized in conversions for a very specific clientele. It was not the kind of business one found in the Yellow Pages. The company's name was shared only among the elite of a very discreet circle of ladies.

Cindy was a decade younger than Miriam, with a more boyish frame that contrasted sharply with Miriam's curves. She wore her ginger hair cropped short against a pretty face dusted with a thick line of freckles. Though plumpish, she carried her weight with a confident, solid presence. Her practical uniform of a plaid shirt, work dungarees, and scuffed Doc Martens boots seemed to suit her well.

Miriam joined them both with a cup of tea. "How's it going up there?" Chloe asked.

"Just fine," Miriam replied. "Give him five minutes to stew, and then you go and have some fun."

Cindy noticed Miriam's hand slide up under the leg of her daughter's silk shorts and smiled knowingly. They finished their tea, chatting about nothing in particular, then Chloe stood, kissed her mum on the lips, and told Cindy she would see her later. She picked up a tray with some cold, soggy toast and a bottle of 'special' water and headed upstairs to her brother.

"It's impressive what you've been able to achieve in such a short time," Cindy told Miriam. "You adjusted your plans well."

"Well, the bastard threw us for a loop, dropping dead like that. I was looking forward to ruining his life myself," she said, a wistful look in her eyes. "But really, Simon isn't much of a challenge. His father had him under heel long before he died; the kid was frightened of his own shadow. I'm thankful you could adjust your schedule to accommodate us."

Cindy smiled. "It was no problem, really. It's a quiet time for us."

"So you still think you'll be finished by tomorrow?"

"Pretty much. The furniture is being built at the warehouse and will be ready for installation tomorrow. I may have to come back for a few little adjustments. Maybe I'll get to meet your son." She smiled. "Anyway, the crew knows what awaits them if they disappoint a client. It doesn't happen often."

Miriam laughed. 

"Well, I'd better go and check on them. I'll catch up with you later.” Cindy said and leaned forward, kissing Miriam on the cheek, giving her thigh a firm squeeze before she left.

Miriam picked up the phone and clicked on the icon for the camera in Simon’s room. She poured herself another tea and popped some bread in the toaster before sitting back to enjoy the show.