Message-ID: <18974eli$9901220346@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cheqrosk01@aol.com (Cheqrosk01) Subject: RP: My Brother, My Master part 7of7 (yng, mc, nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990109143054.03821.00004888@ng-cg1.aol.com> WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. ** Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as long as the text is unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail address (Cheqrosk01@aol.com) appears somewhere in the document. ** (young, incest, mind control, non-consensual, m/f, f/f, rape) My Brother, My Master Part Seven: Total Recall (conclusion) by S. Bockman We got there after a long, quiet drive. I was no longer speaking, and neither was she. She had simply said to me as we left, "Just relax, and try to calm down. You don't need to stress yourself out." I pondered the situation as we headed towards her church. We would be praying, I knew, but what should I pray about? Ask for forgiveness? As nice as that sounded I felt that there was something else I should do... something else I should ask for... When we got there I was nervous. "Wendy, I'm not so sure about this..." I said. She looked at me seriously, right in the eye. "Karen, listen. We'll be here no longer than ten minutes. No one is here at this time, except for the Father, but he's probably in his office. You don't have to be embarrassed." I nodded and got out of the car, following her up the steps of the large stone building. It was quite beautiful, in an old gothic type of way. When we entered we were greeted by the smell of wood polish, undoubtably from the pews which would have been cleaned this morning. We walked down a short hall in silence before reaching the fountain of holy water. There were candles lit in front of it, and I noticed Wendy crossing herself as she knelt in front of it. "We'll pray here," she whispered. "That way we can light a candle afterwards and cross ourselves with holy water." I nodded and knelt next to her, clenching my hands together to pray. I wasn't exactly sure what to say, so I began by apologizing. I did this silently of course, not wanting Wendy to hear. I apologized for not going to church recently, for being a sinner, and for continuing to use drugs. I continued by relating the tale of Rich, then Chris, and finally Carol. I did this all without getting upset, but after I got done explaining what happened with Carol I thought in prayer, ‘Lord, what's wrong with me?' I began to cry softly. Continuing, I pleaded, ‘Oh Lord, please forgive me! Please help me understand what is going on, so that I can get better! Show me what I can do to cure this awful depression!' When I was done I said the customary A-men and looked over at Wendy. She was done, too, so she dipped her index and middle fingers of her right hand into the holy water and crossed herself. After she was done I went to do the same, but something strange happened when I put my fingers in the divine fount. I felt very strange, and was unable to withdraw them from the water. "Karen? What's wrong?" I heard Wendy ask. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. Bending over the fountain I cupped my hands together and scooped some of the water out and brought it to my lips. "Karen!" I heard Wendy exclaim in confusion, but I continued, dipping my tongue in the water and finally swallowing a mouth full. It burned as it went down my throat, like I had taken a shot of vodka or something. I gagged and put my hands around my throat as the water reached my stomach. I fell backwards across the stone floor, clutching my stomach now as I moaned in pain. Somewhere far off I heard Wendy crying my name, but I didn't care. My mind was swimming as if I'd been drugged, my skin tingling strangely. Strange visions filled my head, whether my eyes were open or closed, and I felt sick, I felt scared, I felt--- Suddenly I jumped up. "KAREN!" Wendy yelled in my ear. My eyes were wide open and my mouth was set in a straight line, and never had I been so angry before in my entire life. "Take me home," I gritted to my old friend. "Why? What happened? What's going on?" Wendy said frantically. I turned and began walking away. Over my shoulder I replied, "Total recall." I heard her begin to follow as I headed out of the church and to her car. It's time to have a talk with Steve, I thought to myself. ***** On the way home Wendy asked what was wrong. "What happened back there? Karen?" "Nothing. Let's just say... you were right. I feel a lot better," I replied shortly. We said nothing the rest of the way. How could I explain to her that I now knew everything– that is, that I remembered everything that had happened to me, from the first time Steve had given me the Swinefen to the last time the day before? The total recall was different than usual. That is, every time before that Steve had me drink his drug, I would recall everything. But I would still be under his control; forced to feel and think and believe what he told me. I was now broken from that. I was no longer under his control. And I was pissed. When we pulled up in the driveway of my house I noted that my dad's truck was there, but Steve's car wasn't. "Damn," I whispered. Turning to Wendy I said, "Thank you, so much. You've been a huge help." "I don't understand," she said. "Are you going to be okay?" I smiled. "Yes," I replied. "Someday, maybe I'll explain the whole thing." I got out of her car and headed to the house. I needed to talk to Steve, more than anything. I wanted to yell at him, to scream at him, to hurt him somehow. Maybe I'd even go see Cecilia and somehow get her to remember everything, too. That way he could go to jail, and pay for his crimes. I was fuming. "Dad?" I called when I entered the house. There was no reply, so I ran up the stairs and yelled again, "Dad?" I heard sounds coming from his bedroom, like a TV was on or something. Suddenly that went quiet and I heard him call to me, "Karen?" I rushed down the hallway and into his room. "Dad, I need to know where Steve is. Did he tell you- -" I stopped as soon as I saw. My dad was standing in front of the TV, but not blocking what was displayed upon it, which is what made me pause in mid-sentence. It was the video of me and Carol having sex on my bed. "What... what..." I sputtered in shock. The TV was muted but the tape continued playing. It was at the part where I had just begun eating her out... on the screen I saw my head go between her legs as she squirmed above me... "Karen, Steve's not here," my father said evenly. I looked at him, trying to think of something to say but no words able to come. My father had a strange look in his eyes as he stood there in a nice dress shirt, still wearing a tie and his navy-blue dress pants. He held the remote in his right hand, and his left was dangling at his side. "I... Dad... listen... let me explain what that is," I began, slowly, pointing at the screen with a trembling finger. "I know exactly what it is," he said quietly, not taking his eyes off of me. He began walking forward, stopping just before me. "My little girl... dyking out with her lesbian friend." I shook my head. "No, listen, you don't understand! It was Steve... he" "I found the video in Steve's room, Karen. He may have made it, but don't blame him for what you did," he said slowly, looking me up and down. The strange look in his eyes was beginning to frighten me. "Steve?" I asked. He smiled and walked around me to the door, which he closed. Then he turned and looked at me. "It was sitting on his bed..." he said. "Dad, what are you doing?" I asked with a quavering voice, backing away from him. "What's going on?" "My little girl... tell me, Karen, have you ever fantasized about getting fucked by your old man?" I screamed then and ran towards the bathroom that was inside the room. I had no idea what was going on, but my father had frightened me to the point of panic now, and I had an overwhelming desire to get away from him. Reaching the bathroom, though, I found the door was locked. "No!" I cried. My father's arms grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from the door. "Have a seat," he said, pushing me to the king-sized bed. I fell forwards on it, my legs dangling over the side as I struggled to turn over so I could get away. "You've been a naughty, naughty little girl," he said to me through an evil smile. He was removing his belt from his pants as he continued, "And you need to be punished." "No!" I cried again, trying to jump up. But he was too quick., already upon me, pushing me back down on the bed. His left hand was at the back of my neck, pushing my face into the mattress while my ass stuck out over the bed's edge. I felt him hiking up my short red dress, and began to cry. "Little bitch, you need to be whipped!" he said gleefully to me. Suddenly there was a swishing sound followed by a loud, "THWACK!" as the belt smacked into my ass. "Ah!" I cried in pain, continuing to struggle but unable to break free. Next I felt my panties being pulled down. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," my dad said. "If you'd been quiet and taken this like a good little girl, I might have left these on!" The swishing sound returned before the belt smashed into my now bare ass cheeks again. Then again. And again. I flailed about helplessly, screaming for help and crying in pain. I had never gone through anything like this before, not even when I was little. My parents had always shied away from corporal punishment... and now this. That's when I noticed. Above the bed's headboard a camera was set up... Steve's camera. It was recording. "No," I cried. "This is Steve! This is all his fault!" My father ignored me as he continued using the whip. "Don't you get it, Dad!" I cried. "You're under the effects of a drug! You're being controlled!" He kept right on ignoring me, bruising and cutting into my poor butt as he continued to whip me. I could no longer speak, the pain was so intense, but I continued right on crying, until eventually he stopped. He turned me over so that I now lay on my back. I saw that he had pulled down his pants. My own father was holding onto his penis and pointing it right at me with a look of pure evil on his face. "This," he said, "is for you!" "No!!!" I sobbed piteously. "Please, Daddy! Stop! Please!" He continued ignoring my pleas for mercy as he got down on top of me. In one quick motion he had pulled my dress completely off. Next he yanked roughly at my bra and tore it so that it fell away as well. I was now completely naked under the weight of my dad. With a shudder I felt his penis begin probing between my legs. His hands came down onto my breasts and he harshly pushed down on them, squeezing my nipples and twisting them until I cried out in pain. Finally his cock found my cunny hole, and he began the rough process of pressing it in without me being lubricated. I sobbed the whole time, of course, as I felt my father's penis enter me. He stopped pinching my nipples and now merely held onto my breasts, pushing himself up so that he could press his cock into me with more leverage. I kept my eyes closed but I could feel his breath on me, his face was so close to mine. "Enjoy this, cunt?" he grunted, another inch of his long shaft entering me. "My own girl... my own fucking... fucking daughter... oh...." Finally he was all the way up inside me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't move. My arms laid limp at my sides, my legs spread wide and my head resting back. I tried to pretend I was somewhere else; to pretend this all wasn't happening. It didn't work. I couldn't ignore the fact that my dear old daddy, the man who had raised me and created me, the father I had been a tomboy for... was now shoving his cock deep into my pussy. My body jiggled as he slammed into me, then pulled out, and repeated the process over and over again. Finally he began to grunt, and suddenly I was filled with my daddy's sperm, the same sperm that had created me seventeen years before, now swimming up inside my vagina. I began to sob again as he collapsed against me. Soon he got up and pulled his dick out of me. I don't know what I expected– a show of remorse, an apology... I didn't get either. Instead he said, "You're a nice little fuck, hon." I sat up and looked right at him. "I'm... I'm...." I sobbed. "I'm going to tell mom!" I cried. He laughed out loud. "Yeah, maybe, someday!" he said. "But you can't now. You see... she's dead!" My mouth dropped in shock. "No... no she isn't! She's in the city, dad! You're lying!" "Afraid not. I had to kill her, see, the other day. She was a bitch, anyway, don't you think?" He was smiling, enjoying my look of pain and sadness. "No," I sobbed. "It can't be!" "Yes, it can," he said. "And now, hon, it's time to teach you a larger lesson that my penis. Come on, we're going to the basement, where I'm going to... introduce you to a world of pain and torment unlike any you've ever even heard of before!" "NO!" I cried, jumping up from the bed. Instead of running to the bathroom, this time I ran to a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. I opened it quickly and pulled out a small hand-gun from my father's gun cabinet. "Don't move!" I cried, pointing it at him. He shook his head, continuing to walk towards me, if slower. "Honey, put that gun down. Those aren't meant for little girls like you... someone may get hurt!" I pulled the hammer back on the revolver before saying, "Dad, don't make me! Please, stop moving!" "No, sweetheart, I won't. You're to come downstairs with me... we have a lot to... begin tonight!" he said. I shook my head. "You're being controlled, dad! Don't you see! Steve's made you a murderer!" "No, he hasn't," he whispered. "Steve has nothing to do with this. Now... GIVE ME THE DAMNED GUN!" With a buck and a roar it went off in my hand when my dad jumped forward to take it from me. I screamed at the sound that deafened my ears and fell backwards into the cabinet, then hit the floor. When I looked up I saw my dad sprawled out, blood covering his face. I dropped the gun and crawled over to the body to get a better look. Half his head was missing... I had killed him. Killed my own father. I hadn't aimed, of course, I had just shot. Simply pointed and pulled the trigger, and now he was dead. A new feeling passed over me as I realized what I had to do. Gathering up my clothes I headed out of the room and shut the door behind me, the gun once again firmly in my hand. ****** The front door opened an hour later and Steve walked in. "Don't move," I said once he was completely inside the house. I had the revolver out and pointed at him, which he saw as soon as he turned. He froze in place. "Sis?" he said slowly. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Dad's dead," I said, quietly. "So is mom. He killed her... I killed him." His face contoured in shock. "What? They're... dead?" I nodded. "It's your fault." "What the fuck are you talking about?" he barked at me. "Are you high? Hey, wait, I want you to drink something..." "I don't think so," I said. "Don't fucking move. This is all your fault, you and your... Swinefen. You did this to us... to our family." "I didn't do shit," he spat. I continued speaking, my voice rising in anger. "You made me into a slut. You made me do all those perverted, nasty things. You made me watch and participate while you and your friends raped poor Cecilia. And then, finally, you made dad rape me, too!" "Excuse me, sis, you've got this all wrong," he said. "What the fuck do you mean? Dad killed mom, and raped me! And I know you gave him some Swinefen, or there's no way he would have done either! Don't fucking lie, Steve!" I yelled. He held his hands up slowly, palms out, and took a step forward. "Listen, sis, I need to show you something. It will all make sense after you see it... please?" "Why should I listen to you? Why shouldn't I shoot you right now! It's what you deserve, you piece of shit!" I cried. "Karen, listen to me, you don't understand. Let me show you something. On the TV, in the living room. I need to play you a tape, okay?" he whispered. I shook my head. "Like the tape you made of me and Carol? The one Dad found?" I hissed. "The tape you were making of dad... raping me!" He paused. "Oh, I remember, now," he said. "It wasn't me who set that camera up in Dad's room, sis. Now please, let me show you this tape and then you can do whatever you want to me. Okay?" he said slowly, quietly. I considered for a long moment, then finally said, "Okay, fine. Put on the damned tape." I followed him into the living room, my gun steady on him the whole time. He walked over to the VCR and withdrew a tape from the inside of his jacket, and put it in. Next he turned on the giant sized TV, and hit play. "Watch," he said. The screen flickered to life and I saw myself upon it. My face filled the screen from the middle of my chest up, and there was a smile on my face. I was looking past the camera, presumably to the person operating it. "Is it on?" "Yeah," I heard Steve's voice say in the background. "Go." On the screen I looked right into the camera. It was strange– looking right at myself. "Hey," I said on the screen. "This is me, Karen. Karen, if you're watching this, it means the Swinefen stopped working before schedule, and you probably have a lot of questions. Let me explain. "Seven months ago I– that is, _you_ met a strange man at your friend Wendy's church. He claimed to be a priest... anyway, he gave you two potions and told you how to make the one-- the Swinefen-- but the other, he said, could not be replicated. The first, Swinefen, you used on Wendy for awhile as a test. You had a great time seducing her with the potion's help, making her eat you out and lick you all over... "Anyway, you enjoyed that for awhile but eventually got sick of it and wiped her memory clean, again using the Swinefen. Now, there came a point where you realized that you wanted to do much more than seduce a few random people. You wanted to change your entire personality. That's when you thought of Steve. "You went to him and used the Swinefen on him, and told him about your plans. You were going to use the second potion to wipe away your memory completely of all knowledge of the Swinefen, of seducing Wendy, making this tape you're watching right now, and everything else, too. And you gave Steve some orders. "You ordered him to use the Swinefen on yourself... to make you seduce people, become the horny little girl you always knew you were but were unable, even with the power of this potion, to become. Steve agreed to help, not only because he was ordered, but also because you promised to let him take care of that little bitch Cecilia. "Oh, you must feel so good right now! I bet you've fucked Rich, and Carol, and Mr. Thords... I wonder if Steve decided to fuck you, or wait until you became yourself again? Hm... oh, that reminds me. "Before I drank this potion" on the screen I saw myself holding up a yellow vile "to wipe away my memory of the Swinefen, I put dad under the influence of the Swinefen, too. By now he's most likely killed that fucking bitch... mom, of course. Oh, it'll be great to finally be rid of her! And if he gets caught, who gives a fuck? Speaking of which... I told him to fuck us once he sees any of the tapes Steve is going to make, which shouldn't be until after we're restored, but who knows? I've always fantasized about fucking dad..." On the screen, I was smiling even broader. "So, that's it I guess. Now you must drink the rest of what's left in this vile... it'll restore your memory, and you – we'll be our self again. "By the way, Steve is still under our control, and we plan on keeping it that way for awhile! Hopefully he did his job correctly, and now we'll be what we've always wanted. A hot, horny, outgoing little slut! "Okay, turn it off," I finished before the screen went black. I stared at it in shock, not wanting to believe it. This was all my fault, then. Dad was dead, because of me. All the things I had done... I had really wanted to do them, after all. I began to sob. The gun was suddenly pulled out of my hand. I screamed, afraid of what was going to happen, but Steve gently said, "I'm not going to hurt you, sis. I can't. You ordered me not to harm you... but you also ordered me to give you this." He handed me a vile half-full with a yellow liquid. "Drink it," he said. I stared at the vile in my trembling hands. "How could this be..." I whispered. "It's okay, sis," Steve reassured me. "Dad killed mom, she's gone! And dad's dead too, which is unfortunate, but understandable... we have each other, now. And once you drink that potion you'll finally be everything you always wanted. So drink it... go on, drink it." I began to shake me head. "Give me the gun," I whispered, unsure of what I was going to do. "I don't have to follow your orders until you drink that," he said apologetically. "Give... me... the FUCKING GUN!" I screamed. "You'll HAVE to take my orders in a few seconds, DO NOT piss me off now! GIVE ME THE GUN!" He looked at me in surprise, then handed me the gun. "Okay, yeah, fine. Here you go. Now come on, drink the potion!" I looked at the vile in my hands again, my eyes welling up with tears. "Daddy," I whispered to myself. Slowly, I walked over to the fireplace and stood before it. All the pain of the last week that I had caused, not only to myself but to countless others. Turns out I had seduced Wendy. I was responsible for Cecilia. My mother was dead, too, and even though we had never gotten along I couldn't justify it. I had a hard time understanding how I ever could. But I would understand soon, right? All I had to do was drink the potion, and I'd return to my "normal" self... A Karen who hated her mom so bad she would rejoice in her death. A Karen who wanted to fuck her dad. A Karen who saw herself as a hot, horny little slut who hadn't the courage to show it... I suddenly made up my mind. Without a word I threw the vile into the fireplace. The glass shattered against the cement and the potion splattered over the wall. Everything that I was... or might return to... was ruined. Steve screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK!!! Sis, there's NO MORE of that potion!!!" "I know," I said softly. I walked over to him slowly then kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, brother. I'm so, so sorry." Then I walked out of the house, got into my car, and drove off. ***** And now here I am, sitting in my car in the same open field I drove Cecilia through, writing in my note-book. I don't know who will find this... story. I don't know what will happen to my brother, or Wendy, or Cecilia. And I have no idea who it was that gave me the Swinefen in the first place... On the video I had said, "the priest at Wendy's church", but there are many priests at her church. So who knows. I'm holding my dad's gun in my hand now, weighing it carefully. It still has five bullets in it... and I only need one, besides. I'm not sure if even God himself has the mercy to forgive someone like me. But perhaps, after I do this, I'll have rid the world of a heart so evil, so calculating... it shouldn't be here any longer. Good-bye, cruel world. As it turns out, I was the cruelest of them all. Remember me always, Karen Feebs THE END ********* If you enjoyed reading this story, or even if you didn't, I always appreciate feedback! So feel free to write me anytime at CHEQROSK01@AOL.COM. All complements and criticisms are welcome. Also, if you're missing any of the seven parts of this story, let me know and I'll send it right out to you. Thanks very much for reading! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----