Family Ties

Simon was still kneeling against the wall in the corner of the room when Chloe entered. He heard her walk to the bedside table, place something down, and then her footsteps approached from behind. He heard the soft rustle of fabric.

"Simon, turn around and look at me."

He hesitated; his mother's orders were to stay put and not look at his sister. He decided to obey his mother.

"Simon, I will not tell you again," Chloe's voice hardened. "Turn around and look at me."

Downstairs, Miriam looked at her phone and sat forward. She knew what the plan was, but was impressed that Simon wasn't moving.

Chloe smiled. He was being a good boy. Time to turn up the heat. She walked behind him, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled his head back so that she was looking down into his wide, panicked eyes. "Listen, Simon, let's get something straight," she hissed. "You will do everything I say, or I will run out of this room screaming that you tried to attack me. Now turn the fuck around."

She let go of his head and stepped back. He shuffled himself around on his knees, his cuffed hands resting in his lap, to find her standing completely nude except for a pair of towering black stilettos. His cock hardened instantly in its cage, a painful, desperate throb, and his jaw dropped open.

Chloe's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous hiss. "I'm glad I could get your attention, because we are going to have a very real conversation." She stepped toward him until his face was inches from her sex, the scent of her arousal filling his senses. "Mother may have decided to forgive you for turning your back on us, but I haven't. You pathetic little prick."

Simon wisely kept his mouth shut, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"I know exactly what you're thinking," she snarled, her grip tightening in his hair. "You think that the second these cuffs are off, you're going to throw us out, after everything Mum has done for you."

'Damn right,' Simon thought, but he remained silent, his expression carefully neutral.

"Let me make this crystal clear for you," she continued, her voice dripping with venom. "Until that happens, you will do every single thing I say without hesitation. If you don't, I swear I will scream this house down and we'll be gone before you can even blink. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

The slap that followed was so hard it whipped his head to the side, sending a starburst of pain through his jaw and bringing tears to his eyes.

"Yes, what?" she yelled.

"Yes, Miss Chloe," he choked out, his face stinging.

"Don't you fucking forget it." She released his hair with a shove. "Now, let's see if that tiny brain of yours can comprehend a simple order. Kiss my shoes and thank me for my patience. One kiss on each shoe."

He stared at the floor, then bent forward awkwardly, his cuffed hands making the movement clumsy. He pressed his lips to the cool leather of one stiletto, then the other. "Thank you, Miss Chloe."

"For what?" she snapped.

"For... for keeping me safe."

"Right. It's a start," she sneered. "Have you ever pleased a woman with your mouth?"

Simon's mind flashed to the hazy, humiliating memory of being forced to perform, but he couldn't be sure it was real. "No, Miss Chloe," he lied, his voice trembling.

"Well, it's a good time to learn," she said, a cruel smile spreading across her face.

She hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, using it to pull him closer. "This is rather fitting, because for the next couple of days, you belong to me. Come along, little boy. Time for your lesson."

She made him stand, then kneel again beside the bed. "Firstly, you will gently kiss my thighs, both of them. Work your way up slowly." She sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and patting her inner thighs. "Begin."

Simon shuffled forward and did as he was told, placing soft, tentative kisses up her inner thighs, heading toward her glistening sex. "Mmm, that's nice. Keep it going." Simon was in agony, his cock pressing painfully against its cage, but he tried to focus only on the task his sister had given him. As he got higher, her natural aroma became stronger, and Chloe began to sigh in appreciation.

"Now, a gentle lick between the lips," she instructed. "Ahhh, that's it. Up and down, gently... yesssss. Now a bit firmer, yes, that's it... now harder. Poke your tongue in and fuck me with it. Faster, boy, faster!"

Simon was doing the best he could, his jaw and tongue beginning to ache with the unfamiliar effort. She grabbed his hair and crushed his face against her. "Keep licking, that's it, fucker, yes, that's it, aaahhh fuuck!" Her body convulsed as she orgasmed, and a wave of her juices flooded his face, smothering him. She held him tight, and he felt the twitching against his tongue as her pussy spasmed around it.

She eventually pushed him off and lay back on the bed, catching her breath, a look of profound satisfaction on her face.

Miriam watched everything through the camera on her phone, a small, proud smile tugging at her lips. She was pleased with how Chloe handled her brother, the perfect blend of seduction and cruelty. Tomorrow, the basement would be ready, and he would get a visit from the man who could supposedly release the handcuffs. She looked back at the phone. Chloe was now sitting on the bed, feeding her brother the cold, soggy toast and, more importantly, the spiked water. He was going to become uncomfortably horny very soon, and the real fun would begin.

Chloe looked down at Simon as he drank from the bottle. Maybe it was time to try out the little side project she'd been working on. "Stay right there," she told him, then scooted off the bed and left the room.

She came back a few minutes later, pleased to see he hadn't moved. She dropped a bundle of things on the bed and told him to stand up. She put his cuffed hands together and tied his thumbs to each other with rough twine, making his hands even more useless. She then told him to bend his arms at the elbows, and she tied the ends of the twine around his thumbs to the ring in the collar, forcing his hands up into a rigid, prayer-like position against his chest. She left him like that while she grabbed a few more of his ties from his wardrobe. She passed one around his arms, just above his elbows, and tightened it brutally, turning an inconvenient position into a painful one as his muscles screamed in protest.

"Kneel down.”

Simon obeyed, with only a hesitant complaint, “Miss Chloe, what...?” 

“Shut the fuck up, you will not speak another word until mummy, or I tell you, you can.” 

He shut his mouth; it didn't even register that she had mentioned their mum, only that he had to follow Miss Chloe's instructions. Chloe tied his knees together, then his ankles. She finished by tying a scarf between his ankles and knees, just tight enough that he couldn't stand. She stepped back to check her work and nodded to herself in satisfaction.

"Open your mouth," she commanded, holding out a big red rubber ball gag. "I found this in daddy's things," she lied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she emphasized "daddy." He did as he was told, and his sister tightened the straps behind his head, stretching his jaw uncomfortably.

She then picked up his iPad, and to his surprise, it came to life for her. "Oh, I used your fingerprint to unlock it while you were asleep," she answered his unasked question, her tone laced with casual cruelty.

Next came a pair of Bluetooth Beats headphones. She put them over his ears, then took duct tape and wrapped it securely around his head, a trick she'd learned from watching Keith Moon in the 'Who Are You' promo video. She flicked through the icons on the iPad until she found the Infuse video app. She opened the menu and selected 'random' and 'repeat'.

The screen came alive with a tirade of pornographic images and movie clips, all depicting female superiority. Intertwined in the stream were images of his father. She had spent the last few days superimposing public and family images of their father onto the body of one of her mother's Arabic clients with a similar build. She had fed them into an AI app, and it produced some passable images of his father in compromising positions. Chloe was pretty sure they wouldn't pass any kind of forensic inspection, but Simon's confused, drug-addled mind wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Miriam continued to watch the scene on her phone, wondering what Chloe was up to. She watched as Chloe took the length of rope Miriam had used to tie his feet together last night. She tied one end to the bed rail on one side of him, wrapped it around his body, and tied the other end to the bed rail on the other side, trapping him securely against the side of the bed. She patted him on the head, closed the blinds, and turned off the room light, plunging him into relative darkness and leaving him to focus solely on the glowing iPad screen in front of him.

Chloe had a big smile on her face when she walked into the kitchen.

"What are you up to?" asked her mother.

"Just a little something I've been wanting to try for a while now."

"Okay, do you want to explain it to me then?"

"Well, I read this book on mind-altering methods used to push a person towards your way of thinking."

"Like brainwashing?"

"Well, kind of, I suppose. I want to push him further and break his resolve about his father. I figured that if we could diminish the way he regards his father, showing him as a very flawed person, he would be more willing to consider you the dominant parent in his life and be more inclined to fall under our heel."

"What's wrong with doing it the old-fashioned way, using a whip?"

“Nothing. I just thought I'd like to try something while I had the opportunity."

"Okay, what's next?"

"Well, we leave him for a couple of hours, and then I would like you to find him like that, support the way I have punished him, and then see where it goes.”