Sunday

-*-

I had gone to bed by myself and woke with Lisa in my arms – her eyes
were open and she looked so innocent, so delicious. I kissed her.

“Good morning brother-dear.”

“Good morning Lisa.”

At that moment I recalled the day before – the long torturous and very
sexy lesbian shows choreographed by Gerald. I had ordered Amy to see
to mother, as she was in great pain from the spanking as well as the
general abuse, dildo’s and butt plugs the night before.

Lisa had been sleeping when we had finally returned last night. A
shudder ran through me – that could have been this innocent young
thing abused the day before rather than mother. Of course I did not
want to see either used in such a malicious manner but if it had to be
one, at least mother was better equipped, mentally, to endure.

Slipping out of bed I realized neither Lisa or I had any clothing on –
and my cock was, as usual in the morning, hard. With a gentle smile I
took my young sisters hand and guided her downwards – the direction
enough for her to understand what I wanted. She had been well
conditioned – anything I wanted she would do.

Lisa sucked me in long tender movements – having gained in technique
since the last time I felt her lips upon my cock and guessed that Amy
had been giving some pointers. Her efforts were well appreciated and
I let the climax approach without hindrance. She had trouble
swallowing but did not hesitate to lick the missed drops almost as if
she were starving.

I pulled her back up to kiss her lips appreciatively. “Has Amy been
teaching you a few things sis?”

Surprisingly Lisa blushed and nodded, “Did I please you Liam?” She
looked as if the fate of the world hinged on this one question.

“Oh yes you silly girl, of course you pleased me.”

I could not have said anything more positive to my youngest sister and
she beamed with pride, her smile wide. I kissed my twelve year old
sister again and had to chuckle at myself – where I had been but a
week before this. I gave my sister a gentle push and a nice slap on
her hard thin ass to send her back to her room – giggling my sister
went.

Wearing loose boxer shorts and nothing else I found mother laying on
her stomach in her bed looking rather miserable. My heart leaped with
empathy while my soul was filled with remorse and guilt – I had
enjoyed yesterday after all and had forgot how terrible it must have
been for mother. If Gerald had instructed my mom to enjoy all sexual
contact, it would have been different right? Instead, mother lived to
satisfy me, to make me happy, not to endure the things she had done
the day before.

Yet, even through the humiliation and fear, I had seen mother climax
more than once. More than that, I had felt her lips on my balls near
the end – dutifully sucking me without a word of encouragement or
request. Was there something in this harsh training after all?

Rushing to the bed I sat down and pressed my lips to hers, she smiled
at my show of empathy and smiled gently. “Its okay honey – I’m fine!”

No she wasn’t. I pulled the duvet down to her her thighs to expose
her bare bottom – still bright red but with the blackness of bruising
and the white of cream that Amy had applied.

She had given me her trust to protect her and that trust had brought
her to this. I felt terrible. I even felt guilt at not coming sooner
this morning, but instead satisfying myself with Lisa first.

After my gentle inspection mother carefully rolled onto her side,
facing me.

“I’m so sorry mother!” Tears came to my eyes and I felt terrible.

It was at that very moment that I knew I had to do something.

-*-

Mom was pampered like an empress for the rest of that day – her three
kids waiting on her hand and foot. Well, mostly her daughters, as mom
felt guilty at my looking out for her that she demanded if I wanted to
make her happy, that I would sit with her.

In the afternoon mother tried to slip her hand into my shorts but I
gently stopped her. Mother cried and apologized for not being a
better mother, woman and lover. She sobbed as she told me she wished
she were prettier and that if I wanted to leave her that I could. All
this because I had turned her away from a sexual act. I kissed mom
into silence and told her that I will have Amy ‘take care of it’
before supper – mother calmed slowly, but still looked miserable. “I
am so lucky to have a son like you Liam.”

-*-

Monday

-*-

After waking I knew I had to change my circumstances – a week of
living in fear of Gerald had been too much, seen mother humiliated and
used in this way was too much, knowing my sister Lisa was next was
simply too much. Yet what could I do?

Gerald had confided in me that his research into some text online,
Egyptian I think he said, was what had given him these powers over
others. How this could be makes no sense – but it was the only lead I
had.

Mother was at work and Lisa had gone reluctantly to school – wanting
to stay home with me – while Amy was ordered to fulfil the duties of a
maid, silent unless spoken too of course, while I strolled about the
house in thought. She wore absolutely nothing and looked fabulous.

What I needed was access to Gerald’s computer – I had a variety of
options if I was able to hack into it. But did I have to go that far
– was there other, more clandestine ways to do what I needed?

I had Gerald’s router address – could that be enough? I went to
Google and searched various sites for over an hour until I found it.
A exploit for his router that caused each and every network packet to
go through a proxy. It was lower level, an exploit that will not show
up on the web interface. This was fucking perfect.

Gerald, for all his brilliance, was hopeless with computers. Sure he
can use them as well as anyone else but when it came to lower level
stuff, I excelled. That was how we became friends, I’m the computer
geek and he the book worm – as we had always called ourselves.

So beyond the basic configuration of his router, we had given me
remote access (as secure as we could of course) so that I could help
him at those times he wanted to change something. So logging into his
router and using the upload feature for the patches was used –
effectively adding the exploit to his system. Next I remote shelled
into it and used the command line to configure the Roxie to be my
server here at home – which I configured next to begin collecting all
this data, which I will need to organize later.

Gerald’s voice bellowed up from downstairs shocking me, my guilt
causing my face to flush. It was the first time in our friendship
that I had done something to intentionally hurt or lie to my best
buddy and it was a sobering though – how far we had truly come.

I found my older sister laying face down on the kitchen table with her
head over the edge, Gerald pumping his hard cock in and out of her
mouth. “Pick a hole buddy!” He was smiling rather widely today.

I had to keep this pretence up, I had to be Gerald’s best friend in
crime as he went through woman after woman. I stepped up behind my
eldest sister and slipped a finger into her cunt – it was slippery
with her lust and her ass wiggled in delight at my touch.

This wasn’t right – she had been programmed to respond to me not
Gerald. That means that something had been added to her without my
knowledge – and that caused a cold chill up my spin, Amy could not be
trusted.

Gerald was holding my sisters very attractive face in both his hands
as he pumped himself in and out of her. “You hate when your brother
uses you right Amy?”

What the hell was he doing? Gerald looked up and winked at me to be
patient. I heard a muffled affirmative from my sister.

“But you get so fucking hot don’t you?”

Another muffled reply.

“When he looks at you in ‘that’ way he can’t help but enjoy it. And
when he touches you, you get so hot that you can barely stand. You
hate him though right? Hate him to your core, especially when he
fucks you, shoots come all over your face or makes you crawl around
the floor like a bitch dog right Amy?”

No reply this time but I could just make out that her eyes were open
wide and looking up at the teenager that was talking while also
fucking her face.

“Nothing else on this earth can make you feel that good right Amy?
Your own brother’s filthy cock fucking that tight little ass hole of
yours! Can you imagine it Amy?”

I felt the cunt contract upon my fingers as Amy groaned long and
loudly. Upon my own initiative, my second hand rose and fondled that
hard round ass.

Gerald was grinning, the likes of which I was learning, that signified
something creatively demented was happening in his little sick mind.

Amy had begin to pump her ass up and down, two fingers fucking her hot
wet tight cunt while a third finger from the other hand was teasing
her hard round anus.

“I did something crazy yesterday Liam.”

His comment was a surprise – probably a change of topic. “Pardon?”

He was grinning evilly, “I watched as Janet and Jane took turns with
their dog.”

I blinked a couple times thinking I hadn’t heard right. When I
realized I had I knew he was looking for some strange sort of
affirmation from me, as if it was okay to make a mother and her
teenage daughter have sex with an animal for his viewing pleasure. “I
didn’t even know they had a dog?” What else was I supposed to say.

He chuckled with the memory even as he continued to pump into my
sister’s mouth, “You should have seen it buddy – Janet was really into
it, I mean she loved sucking on dogie dick. Jane was nervous but I
tied her over the end of the bed and the dog gave her a good long
fuck. She was fucking screaming ‘it so hot’ when the pooch came
inside her, she thrashing about in her own orgasm. Mom sucked that
dogie spooge out of her own daughter like she was desperate or
something. Like I said Liam – fucking wild man!” He moaned then and
dropped his eyes to look at my sister, “She has talent?”

I answered honestly, “I know.” We laughed together even as Gerald
pumped his nuts into my sisters hungry mouth. We freshened up and
went to the mall.

-*-

Over fries, shakes and burgers Gerald told me his ‘master plan’ to
fuck every woman in town. I would have laughed if we hadn’t spent the
week on the first half dozen or so ladies of the town.

Waving a ketchup covered fry in my direction, “Pick your next one
buddy?”

Pardon? I thought quickly back to my earlier mental lists and came up
with a name almost immediately, “Lizzy – my dads secretary.”

Gerald’s eyebrows rose in surprise, I’d never spoken about this woman
to him. “Tell me about her?” He said interested.

So I told him – dad’s secretary, early forties, curvy but with
fantastic legs she always showed off with above the knee skirts and
hose, generous cleavage. What Gerald and I called a ‘cougar’ –
divorced and horny. Divorced for many years and with a 14 year old
son that I’ve never met. I told him that she had caught me checking
her out in the past and she just smiles in return.

“Sounds nice. You like ’em old and soft huh?” Gerald was smirking as
I shrugged – I did, there was no denying it at this point.

Then Gerald told me about his next additions to his harem – his
cousins, twins, and their mother, his aunt. I took a sip of my shake
to hide my disgust.

-*-

“Hi Lizzy, is dad here?” She looked up in surprise, her bright blue
eyeliner applied a little too thick while her eyes looked from me to
Gerald and back.

“Oh Liam honey, he is out of town for a week. I thought you knew?”

Gerald grunted with humour next to me, “Oh. Do you think Gerald and I
could talk to you in dad’s office for a couple minutes please?”

My heart was pounding and my hands sweaty – I was introducing another
person into our demented little world and I did not feel any better
about it. In fact, I was sick to my stomach with self-loathing.

“Of course honey.” She stood up and unlocked dad’s office door while
Gerald did not hide his appraisal of the woman before us, giving me an
elbow in agreement at looking at her wide round ass and curvy sexy
legs in black sheer hose.

The three of us stepped into the big corner office and Gerald spoke up
for the first time, “Close the door Lizzy.”

She frowned but closed it behind us without a word.

Gerald didn’t waste any time, “Listen cunt – from now on you are
Liam’s personal fuck toy. Got it?” She just starred at Gerald wide
eyed in shock. “Every centimetre of you belongs to him. If he
doesn’t want you then you belong to me. Understand?” Her eyes were
wide with shocked confusion but I thought I saw a small nod up and
down. “Good girl Lizzy. Listen, you have a teenage son right?”

Her voice cracked but she was able to whisper, “Brian.”

“Well Brian doesn’t know it yet but it is his lucky day.” I felt bile
rise up in my throat threatening me to throw up – I controlled it,
just. “You go ahead and tell him who you belong to, tell him your
life has changed. You tell him that while at home he can do anything
he wants with you – anything but fuck your cunt or ass – you got that
slut?”

She nodded more notably this time – her round fleshy mature face
starting to turn red, her brow beading with sweat.

“For that privilege he will have to come ask your new ‘master’ right
cunt?”

For the first time since coming into my father’s office Lizzy turned
her wide open eyes towards me, her tongue slipping out to moisten her
lips as she looked at me as if for the first time.

“Thats right slut – look at your new master. There isn’t another man
alive that will make you feel as hot as Liam will. Hell, you won’t
even be able to have an orgasm unless Liam is inside you.” Gerald
burst out laughing. “Or coming all over you. Nothing makes you
hotter than making Liam happy. Got it cunt?”

Without taking her eyes from me Lizzy nodded.

I hated what I had been forced to do – name this innocent woman simply
to keep Gerald’s interest until I can find a way from out of his
grasp. But I could not deceive myself, as vile as this whole charade
was, I was finding her damn sexy.

My hand rose to grasp one of her over-sized breasts – finding it as
soft and inviting as I had hoped. She gasped at my touch and pressed
her chest into my open paw.

“You are just a cunt Lizzy – remember that.” I looked up to find
Gerald retreating out of the door to dad’s office, “I’ll wait for you
in the car – I saw this cute thing down the hall I want to talk with.”
With a wink he was gone.

Lizzy never even seemed to notice, she was starring at me almost
hypnotically, desperately, “Can I do anything for you Liam?”

I wanted to say that Gerald was gone that she didn’t have to do
anything – but there was two problems with that. One was that I had a
hard on in my pants that just wouldn’t go away and the other was that
Lizzy was already past reasoning with.

“You ever fuck my dad Lizzy?” I don’t know why I asked that – but I
had always wondered. If the old man hadn’t, what was wrong with him –
she was such a deliciously naughty looking strumpet.

Lizzy looked nervous for a moment, “I have yes. But not for a very
long time and it was usually just a blow job.”

A long time? “You mean when he was still married to my mom?”

“Yes.” She was looking really nervous now – was she afraid that her
answers would anger me to the point of not desiring her?

“Are you excited right now Lizzy?”

Her face took on a look of relief, “Yes I am. Very much!”

I had to admit that I too was horny. Perhaps it was because I could
have this woman that had been my father’s, or perhaps I was just hot
from the opportunity to have this woman after years of fantasizing
about her.

“I want you bare assed and bent over dad’s desk Lizzy.” It was said
softly, but I was pleased when she jumped to comply.

All too soon that big round softly curved ass was arched towards me
exposing all its delights. And it is really not much to tell – I
shoved my cock into another hot wet cunt and fucked her to three
orgasms before I had her on her knees so that she could swallow my
load.

I left the bitch licking her lips of any trace of sperm and found
Gerald talking to this hot number by the water cooler. Her gave her a
sloppy kiss and a pat on the ass at my approach. In the car he
chuckled as he said the twenty-something clerk with the perky titties
had a younger sister and that he had scheduled a ‘date’ for the next
Friday.

-*-

I felt a growing fear within me – not only for mom and Lisa but also
for myself. I knew I had fucked Lizzy not because of any old fantasy
or even because I needed to get laid, it was because I enjoyed the
power of the situation – having this middle aged woman do anything I
say. No, its more than that – this woman who had been unattainable
before a week ago was suddenly changed to be my personal toy in just
minutes. This was scary to me – how I felt so excited by the act.

I thought this and much more as I sat in the living room as my mother
sucked my cock with long slow loving movements. I really liked this,
this control I had over mom and my sisters, over Lizzy. I’m a normal
fifteen year-old guy that had just been handed the keys to the fucking
kingdom!

No guilt was left from mother’s abuse Saturday – so I had allowed her
to ‘make it up to me’ with this simple act of sucking her son’s cock.
That didn’t mean I was ready to share her with Gerald – far from it, I
was more possessive of her than ever.

My hand fondled mother’s messy hair as she gently sucked up and down,
side to side, making oral love to her boy. In response to my gentle
touch she mewed with pleasure, reverberating my hard cock
delightfully.

Amy walked through the living room with a arm full of towels,
purposefully ignoring mom and I, as she strode by wearing a tee-shirt
and nothing else. Fuck she still had the most perfect of asses!

If I could get the secret from Gerald some way I could protect mom and
Lisa and still enjoy this power I held over them. Then I didn’t need,
or fear, my best friend.

-*-

Tuesday

-*-

The first thing I did upon waking was to check my computer for the
data collected from cracking into Gerald’s firewall. Just a few
emails, no browsing. Looking at the emails I was surprised to find
that Billy had sent two dozen low quality photos of his sister Amanda
and him doing their mom, the delicious Melissa. The other was from
Christine, Gerald’s official girlfriend, writing about her love for
him, how she can’t stop from touching herself constantly while
thinking about him.

Nothing about ancient Egyptian mind control shit. Fuck.

There was something that caught my eye, something in his log that
didn’t make much sense. An encrypted connection from an invalid IP, I
checked, coming into his machine through the firewall. The thing was,
the firewall was not configured to accept this port or source IP, nor
to forward it directly to Gerald’s computer.

It didn’t seem right and shut down my connection.

My phone rang making me jump. On the other end, loud music and
numerous voices, “Liam?”

“Gerald? What the hell are you doing – sounds like a party?”

The malicious evil laugh of his, “It is. I have the cheerleader squad
over for a ‘pyjama party’.” The way he said this, it didn’t sound at
all innocent – and of course it wasn’t.

I forced a short laugh, “Anyone actually wearing pyjama’s Gerald?”

Another evil laugh, “Okay, you caught me. Want to come over?”

I didn’t, but dare I make him think I wanted to distance myself from
him? “Do jocks get crotch rot!”

-*-

What I witnessed on entering into Gerald’s house was an all out orgy
of flesh – female flesh as my buddy was the only guy in attendance.
There was a few articles of lingerie, some lace here, nylon there –
but for the most part, every teenage girl from the cheer-leading squad
was naked, rolling around in playful lewd acts of lust.

There were nearly twenty girls in attendance!

Then I spotted a woman looking out of place amongst the piles of
hard-bodied teenage flesh – the female gym instructor, Ms. Malone.
She was a short, overly muscular woman, that was closer to fifty than
forty – and she looked like she was having the time of her life. Five
of her girls were working on her alone, tongues, fingers, lips and
flesh all in use to pleasure her middle-aged body.

Gerald was seated on his carpeted floor, he had two fourteen year-olds
working on his cock while one of the senior’s was bouncing up and down
fucking herself on his big toe. He looked rather like the king-shit
he was.

I waved at him and he just motioned for me to take a hole, any hole.

My hands removed my clothing faster than I can tell you.

-*-

The cheerleader and Ms. Malone were dismissed. They left at four
o’clock, exhausted, spent but all smiling and already talking about
the wild things they had done together.

That left an exhausted Gerald and myself, laying on the floor and
couch, respectively.

Theresa, Gerald’s mom had come home a half hour earlier and was
disappointed when her son told her she was not invited to the orgy.
As soon as the last teenage girl had left she was moving around
cleaning up the vast mess they had left. I wondered how she was going
to get all the spots out of the carpet.

“That was the most fucking amazing thing I’ve ever done!” And I meant
it. I was a nerd remember, even in my fantasies did I dare not
imagine an afternoon the likes that I just experienced.

Gerald lifted his head, his eyes half closed and unfocused, “You said
it Liam.”

We were a sticky mess ourselves – a multitude of saliva, sperm and
vaginal juices coated our bodies. I only realized this when I took a
determined breath and started to dress, having a hard time finding my
clothing amongst the destruction of Gerald’s living room.

Theresa helped by finding my socks, wrinkling her nose at the scent of
my body as she drew close.

Gerald was sitting up, his head bobbing almost comically. “I think we
should do this regular, what do you think buddy?”

I gave him a wide smile. The girls might just kill me, but what a way
to go!

I waved my goodbye but Gerald was snoring lightly with his head tilted
back onto the couch behind him.

The fresh air of the late afternoon refreshed me, having been
undulated by the scent of teenage girls and their excited young
pussies for hours.

Stepping down the the walkway leading to Gerald’s house I saw a car,
nothing special in and of itself, but there were to guys sitting in it
just looking at me. It caused the hairs on the back of my head to
raise up and I doubled my step to get out of there, noticing that they
were not watching me but the house.

What the hell is going on?

-*-

A dinner invitation by Gerald was not something to pass up. After a
long hot shower and then an hour in front of the television, I dressed
and met Gerald outside – driving a new car this time, a new BMW.

“Nice wheels?”

He was dressed rather nicely for him. “Thanks.” I waited but no
answer to where the expensive car came from and just left it.

The dinner, as I was to find out, was at Melissa’s house. You
remember, the wife to our family pastor, the mother of two and one of
the hottest middle-aged ladies in town.

The pastor opened the door and let us in – he didn’t look pleased in
the least. Billy came running around the corner and waved to us
happily. At least one person was benefiting from Gerald’s
unrestrained lunacy.

Amanda came a few seconds ahead of her mother from the kitchen,
dressed in a pretty dress. Her mom, Melissa in an attractive skirt
and loose silk blouse.

Gerald and I were both devouring the sight of the sexy mother and wife
when the pastor hissed at us still by the door, “You are the devil’s
instrument Gerald.”

I was a little shocked but Gerald did not even seem to hear him. He
walked up to Melissa and they lip-locked, his hands all over her sexy
round ass. All eyes watched.

The door slammed breaking the moment, Gerald finally acknowledging the
pastor with an evil look, the pastor just starred back.

Melissa called out breaking the tension, “Boys, please be seated –
supper in two minutes. Amanda, would you help me dear?” She sounded
nervous, on edge. Sure Gerald had made her defenceless to his whim
but she was conscious enough to realize how wrong the things she was
doing were.

The pastor just glared at Gerald, only taking a break to look with
daggers at me.

Gerald was still ignoring him, having seated himself at the head of
the table he addressed Billy, “Have you been fucking your mother
frequently Billy?”

The thirteen year-old boy’s face would have cracked if he had smiled
just a millimetre more. “Oh ya. Amanda too!”

Gerald laughed with the boy, I just looking at the angry humiliated
pastor.

“Have you tried her ass yet?”

The boy nodded in the affirmative, “Much tighter than her cunt.”
Gerald nodded sagely even as the two ladies brought the platters of
steaming food in to the adjoining dining room.

The conversation was forgotten as the table was overflowing with food
– each of us heaping a mound of it onto our plates as if we were
starving. Only the pastor sat with his plate empty – but no one
seemed to notice.

Billy continued, his mouth half full of mashed potatoes, “I wanted to
ask you a favour Gerald?”

My best friend nodded with his fork for him to continue.

“Is it possible to get other ladies to fuck?”

The near innocent way he asked this caused Gerald to bark out laughing
and even brought a smile to my face. Just showing the depths of
depravity that we have sunk to find such a question funny. After
Gerald calmed down, “Depends on who it is?”

Billy looked pleased not to have been dismissed so quickly. But
before he could say a word his mother spoke harshly, “Billy! I told
you that you are to involve no one else in this young man!”

“Mom!”

“Amen”, added the pastor.

Gerald said ever so civilly, that caused the hairs on the back of my
neck to stir, “Why ever not Melissa? He is a growing boy after all,
with needs as you well know.”

Her face turning bright red she quickly responded, “I… I don’t want
to have anyone else go through what we are.”

I felt nothing less than pity for the woman, her response was spoken
carefully and aimed not to antagonize her mind-controller.

Gerald looked at the woman and then at her son for nearly a minute
before responding, “Do you enjoy when your son fucks you Melissa?”

All eyes on her, the pastor almost threatening.

She nodded. How could she not, she had been conditioned to enjoy
every sexual touch, hating as well as loving it.

“Is there anything that turns you off when you are with your son?
Taste of his come maybe or perhaps when he fucks you in the ass?”

Again not a sound but she nodded so that all in the room realized just
how much of a slut Gerald had turned this poor woman into.

“Do you at least get turned off, jealous or anything, watching your
son fuck his own sister?”

This time she did not even answer, just stare at her plate of food.

“Stop this you devil spawn!”

Gerald and I turned to the pastor in surprise, his hate, his disgust
obvious on his face. Looking at the tormented father and husband,
Gerald spoke, “Tell us who else you want to include Billy?”

The boy, and that was what he still was regardless of his latest
sexual adventures, spoke nervously, listing off about twelve women and
girls of which I only knew three.

Gerald broke out laughing. “How about only two to start?”

I was wrong, Billy’s grin could get bigger.

-*-

Billy was behind his naked mother, roughly plunging himself in and out
of her very excited cunt. The woman was facing me on her hands and
knees, my cock inside her mouth and at each thrust of her son,
threatened to dislodge her from my dick.

Gerald was directing the charade with the young pre-adolescent Amanda
on his lap, his cock inside her hairless sex and she wore a face of
pure bliss.

The pastor was seated in his easy-chair at the far end of the room,
his face red and his hands claws on the worn arms of his chair. He
didn’t say a word as his family were abused and used by Gerald and I –
having been ordered into silence a few moments before stripping.

Looking into the face of the pastor’s wife, Melissa, I was left
feeling sorry for her. Beautiful regardless of her age, forced into a
cold life as the pastor’s wife and neglected by both her husband and
now Gerald, to say nothing of her son or I.

Like I, Gerald was barely into the coupling – the thirteen year-old
girl fucking him slowly – and looked at me almost bored. “I have a
deal for you Liam old buddy?”

A cold hand clenched my heart, “What is it Gerald?”

“Your sister for mine? Even trade?” His eyes were gleaming evilly.

I felt the bile come up from my stomach, threatening to puke up the
huge supper I had digested.

“Its a little uneven maybe, as Amy is six years older than Sara.”

A wave of warmth flowed through me, thankful that he was not talking
about my younger sister Lisa but rather my treacherous older sister.
I realized this was the moment not too appear too complacent. Gerald
had desired Amy from afar for years before the power to enjoy her had
somehow come to him.

“Hardly a far trade?”

Gerald sighed, realizing that I was not going to give in too quickly.
Before his anger could rise and my life ruined I continued, “Throw in
Angel as well and you have a deal?” I really did not care what
happened to my older sister.

Gerald broke out laughing, nodding in acceptance of my delicious plan.

-*-

Amy left our house without a backward glance, Lisa, mom and I just
watching her get into Gerald’s expensive new car.

“When is she coming back Liam?”

“I don’t know Lisa.”

Mom hugged my arm to her body – realizing as I, it could have been any
one of them to be summoned as her eldest daughter was. Unlike Amy
though I would have given up more of a fight, probably with a much
more unfortunate ending.

The car drove off with a squeal of tires.

Lisa looked a little sad and disappeared back further into our home.
Mom took me into her arms an lovingly kissed my lips before looking
into my eyes, “I know you are doing everything you can to protect us
Liam and I love you more for it.”

The truth was, I hadn’t done anything to save Amy – I had let her go
far too easily.

-*-

Wednesday

-*-

The house the next morning was busy. Gerald’s mom had dropped her
daughter and best friend off at our house around midnight – looking
like they had endured a going away orgy. Lisa had taken it upon
herself to ease the two nervous teenage girls into our home, eyeing me
as if I were the cat and they the mouse.

Did they think me as evil as Gerald?

Mom washed me in the shower, her curvy frame looking rather delicious
and just when I intended to reach out and enjoy her sexy body she
spoke breaking my mood. “Sara is bleeding from her anus this
morning.”

My god. “Does she need a doctor?”

Mom was concerned, frowning, “I don’t think so. Lisa is nursing her
with Angel’s help.”

“How is Angel doing? Will her folks be looking for her?”

Mom was kneeling before me, beneath my half hard cock, but so
distracted was she that she did not even realize my condition and
continued to wash my legs. “From what I can gather, seems Gerald had
conditioned them long ago so that she usually stays with Sara. She is
doing okay but I think it was her that hurt her friend, probably with
a strap-on.” Mom didn’t add that the girl had no option, Gerald had
probably directed the lewd scene as he so frequently does – we both
understood this new life we lived.

Standing back up, my body fresh and clean, she looked me soberly in
the eye and asked, “Would you kill him to save us Liam?”

The question shocked me – having never thought things could go so far.

“Theresa and I talked a little when she dropped the girls off last
night,” Gerald and Sara’s mother, “she is like a zombie – living in
fear of that monster she spawned while needing sex like an addict.”

A little guilt slipped into my soul at this moment – as evil and crazy
as Gerald was, I too had felt the pleasure of power. Any woman, any
time and any way you want – it was more than a litany, it was a way of
life. It brought up the question that I was forced and feared to ask,
“Do you regret us… you know mom?”

Mother hugged me firmly, giggling when she felt my semi-erect penis
pressing into her slippery wet flesh, “It has been some of the best
days of my life Liam. I just wish we could have found this love
without Gerald’s evil spell.”

“So do I mom.” Our lips met as my hands slipped down the abundant
flesh to grasp that sexy round ass.

-*-

There was no embarrassment as I gently pulled Sara’s buttocks apart to
look at her tiny pink abused anus. There was clear coat of some
substance applied there but not blood – just red and tender looking.
I gave Lisa a pleased smile, “You make a good nurse.”

She beamed at my comment.

I looked over at Angel to see her red sad face. “It wasn’t your fault
Angel.”

The cute little thing nodded but it was obvious that she didn’t
believe me.

Strange how Sara had looked so pleased and excited when she related
how she had successfully seduced her best friend to her brother while
I listened – to this, scared, humiliated and in pain. Like war
victims I realized with a start.

I stood suddenly, “Well, I want you to stay in bed and get better do
you hear me Sara?”

She was looking at me as if she was only partially listening, but she
did nod minutely in agreement.

“You and Angel can share this room”, it had been Amy’s, “and you will
listen to mom and Lisa unless I say otherwise. Okay girls?” All
nods.

I left with mom following. “Those poor things.” I agreed and then
quickly left the house suddenly feeling incredibly turned on for some
reason and not thinking now was the right moment.

-*-

Walking down the road I realized that there was a black SUV following
me over a block away. Two guys inside that creeped me out.

Theresa, Gerald’s mom, let me into their home. Her eyes hollow and
her smile forced. I found Gerald with a small crowd in the living
room – the same room that has been the centre of so much in the last
week and a half.

Billy was standing beside a twenty-something year-old woman that I’ve
never seen before.

Melissa was seated by herself on the opposite couch, her daughter and
another unknown teenage girl were seated on either side of Gerald.

I motioned for Gerald’s attention, “I need to talk to you?”

He just waved at me to silence, “Later buddy.” He was grinning at the
scene before him so you know this wasn’t good.

Billy walked slowly around the trembling scared looking woman, “When
was the last time you had sex with your husband Louise?”

“Two days ago?” It was obvious the woman was terrified, it was also
obvious that she couldn’t not reply to the question. Gerald’s work of
course.

I sat next to a somber Melissa.

“That long. Do you think he is fucking someone else?”

The woman, Louise, looked shocked at the question, “No, of course
not!”

“When was the last time he fucked you in the ass?”

She seemed disgusted at the question, looking at the young man
circling her for the first time since my entrance, “My god! Never!”

“You have a sexy bum – I would fuck your ass as often as I could if
you were mine Louise. In fact I took my sister Amanda’s anal cherry
last night.” The boy was obviously proud.

I had witnessed the scene last night – Gerald directing it all of
course. The mom using her tongue and fingers to prepare her daughter,
the young boy in his eagerness had drove in regardless, causing his
sister to cry out in pain.

Louise just hung her head and sobbed loudly at the incestuous
information.

Billy turned towards Gerald and smiled hugely who spoke up finally,
“Not bad. Not bad at all Billy. Your teacher is a hot number.”
Billy smiled proudly. “Have her strip.”

The woman jerked in response, Billy turning back to her to order,
“Take your clothing off Louise.” With tears down her eyes she did as
her young student ordered.

The teacher was attractive in a plain sort of way – pale flesh, small
breasts, wide hips. Her whole body was shivering violently but no one
seemed to notice as the male eyes in the room appraised her.

Billy’s jeans had a large dent in them from his erection. Melissa was
looking everywhere else but at her son, Gerald or the fearful woman in
the middle of the room.

Finally after some minutes of silence, Gerald spoke up, “Not bad
Billy. But how bad do you want her?”

The question surprised the young boy and he mumbled, “What do you mean
Gerald?”

The devil shrugged unconcerned, “I mean you bring this nice fresh
thing, your sisters best friend”, his hand patting her thin thigh as
she sat silent nervous, “and then your teacher. And you have to admit
that though both are very fine, they are two completely different
sorts of pleasure – don’t you agree?”

The boy did not understand.

Gerald continued, obviously put out that he had to explain himself to
a mere thirteen year-old boy, “Do you prefer your cunt old or young
Billy?”

The boy obvious got it, his eyes looking between his mother and
sister. I doubt he ever separated the available women in his life by
age until this moment.

An evil laugh and I saw Melissa crying from the corner of my eye,
“Older cunt is loose but experienced. The younger variety is so much
sweeter, tight and firm, but they need to be trained, guided. Which
do you prefer?”

All in the room realized that there was more to this question than
simply small-talk. The boy was standing nervously, shuffling on his
feet, unable to answer and looking almost younger than his thirteen
years, if possible.

“I thought I liked my cunt older but I’ve come to appreciate the
younger sluts.” This was news to me. He looked firmly at Billy,
“Would you give up your mother for Louise and this young filly next to
me?”

Billy turned towards his mother almost guiltily, she only looking at
the floor before her feet. “Yes I would.”

The answer surprised me – I wouldn’t give up my mother for any
treasure in the world.

Gerald was smiling evilly again. “Why is that Billy? Why give up
your mother after less than a week?” He seemed eager for the answer.

Billy turned away from his mother, as if symbolically discarding her,
and answered with more assertiveness this time, “I like girls closer
to my own age… and a little thinner.”

Gerald exploded in laughter while I felt the misery of the woman
seated next to me – humiliated by being forced to sexually serve her
son then discarded because of her age and weight. Her life before and
after that fateful day only last week must be nothing less than
tragic.

The controller of all our fates calmed his malicious humour down to
continue to torment us with words, “I give you your teacher Louise
Billy but I take away your mother.”

The only one laughing was Gerald. Billy was looking nervously at
Gerald, wondering if he should laugh too. The rest of us only felt
horror – we but the puppets on strings.

“Oh, you can gave this skinny thing as well.” Gerald took his hand
from the still-unnamed girl beside him and stood as if to leave.
“Melissa, it seems your homeless. You wanted to talk to me buddy?”
Gerald strode from the room without a backward glance, in minutes
ruining even more lives, as he expected me to follow.

And follow I did. “I think someone is following me Gerald?”

Wearing a milk moustache from his half empty glass in his hand, the
fridge still open where he had retrieved his drink, looked at me
sceptically. “What makes you think that buddy?”

I took a deep breath and told him about the SUV, about the car, both
with men watching. He looked at me carefully before asking, “Are you
sure you’re not imagining all this Liam?” It came to me then, Gerald
felt invincible – the power making him feel like he could do anything.

It was obvious that Gerald didn’t believe me, it was also obvious that
my position with him was suddenly precarious and I had no idea why. I
took a breath and stepped back and lightly spoke, “Maybe you’re right
– too much pussy and not enough sleep!” Chuckling as if on cue.

Gerald was frowning at me before his face brightened and he chuckled
as well. “Or not enough pussy?” I laughed that much harder, knowing
my place.

He turned to return to the living room, where not a sound came –
probably the people in there shocked at what just happened. “What are
you going to do with Melissa Gerald?”

He stopped and thought for a second, “Not sure. Maybe get her to
whore herself in the city?”

I could see where he would like that, the pastor’s wife selling
herself for all dicks willing to pay. And the truth be told, he was
probably bored with her – its been almost a week right? I mean he
tossed me his sister on a whim and he just confessed to liking young
pussy over old!

“Mind if I take her for a while?” My mouth was suddenly dry, and I
imagined that I was overstepping my luck.

He looked at me a moment then broke into a wide evil smile, “Haven’t
had enough of her huh? Sure, take her – I don’t really care.”

-*-

The rest of that day was busy with the ladies retrieving things from
their homes, each helping the other and mother directing the new
sleeping arrangements. The two mothers seemed to hit it off
immediately, appearing to talk with just a look, seemingly understand
the other with but a nod.

Mother came to me that night and after making slow passionate love, I
fell asleep still embedded inside her comforting vagina.

-*-

Thursday

-*-

I awoke to the most exist beginning that I have ever had upon
awakening. Mother and Melissa were taking turns sucking my cock,
kissing my thighs and waist, licking my balls. They were being gentle
but upon seeing my eyes looking at them, doubled their efforts and I
felt myself the meat in a thick sexy sandwich.

The two moms took turns sitting upon my throne and fucking themselves
aggressively. Whenever it appeared that I was enjoying myself almost
too much they would stop and switch places, giving me a moment to
catch my breath, to calm myself. Not only did they bounce
delightfully up and down but the one that was not seated would fondle
the other, kissing and sucking on lips, nipples, anything exposed.

This lasted surprisingly a long time and I took the initiative and I
positioned both middle-aged ladies on their knees, those big sexy
round asses high and wiggling for my attention. The mom’s
passionately sighed and gasped as I aggressively fucked each, holding
onto soft hips as I thrust before feeling that familiar tingle before
pulling out, taking a breath and moving to the next raised ass.

In this way I brought both to climax – mother and then a moment later,
Melissa.

The sexy ladies lay facing each other, weary from their climaxes but
passionately kissing as I stroked myself above them. It began to rain
sperm and then they turned their open mouths upwards, towards the
downfall.

In all, a fucking fantastic morning.

-*-

“Who?”

“Brian. My mom is your father’s secretary.” The voice sounded
squeaky, young.

“Oh, hello Brian. Are things going okay?” He was Lizzy’s son and
what Gerald and I had done with her, to them, came back to me like a
flood.

He chuckled which told me more than any amount of words could have,
“Mom said that I had to call you if I wanted…?”

Gerald’s commands came back to me and I found guilt hit me for how I
treated this woman, “Yes?” Even to my own ears, I heard my disgust.

“You know, I want to have sex with her?”

“Sex… with your own mother?”

Another chuckle, as evil as Gerald could have produced, “Yea. We’ve
had plenty of fun, you know what I mean? But I want to do more?”

“More?” I sat down on the couch by the back door and sighed thickly.

“I don’t know what you did to her but I have to thank you – I mean
things have changed for the better around here.” A long belly laugh.

“I am glad you are having fun.” What else could I say?

“Oh yea. Mom has kept me and the guys smiling these last couple of
days. But we want more, know what I mean buddy?”

He couldn’t have said anything more disagreeable, ‘buddy’ was what
Gerald called me and I’m getting more disgusted at that relationship
by the day. “What ‘guys’ Brian?” He must be able to hear my disgust?

“My friends and I. We keep the old lady busy if you get my meaning?”
More laughter.

It was obvious he had not idea how disagreeable I felt about him. And
I did get his meaning. “Give me your address Brian – I’d like to come
over and see just how much fun you guys are having?”

He sounded surprised for the first time but gave me his address. Not
too far away, a short bus ride.

-*-

Lizzy was wearing stained black stockings, torn in half a dozen
places, her makeup a mess, her body soiled and dirty, her hair knotted
and wild, her eyes hollow. The one thing that tore my heart was when
she saw me, her face brightened up.

Forty-one years-old, wearing a dog collar and had a leash on. A dog
bowl sat on the floor beside her, both within the closet by her
laundry room.

Two of Brian’s friends were in the other room, skateboard dorks,
laughing and throwing me thumbs up for delivering Lizzy to them.
Brian proudly showed me his pathetic mom, a puddle of her own urine
was in the corner.

Anger welled up within me.

“Isn’t she supposed to be at work?”

Brian laughed evilly. Was he stoned? “We are just having a little
fun. Right mom?” He roughly poked her with his dirty running shoe.

Lizzy was pleading with me with her eyes and I felt like beating her
son to a pulp. I bent down and unhooked the leash from her collar,
“Come on out of there Lizzy.” She thanked me with her eyes, but when
I tried to help her to stand her legs buckled and would not hold her
weight.

“Where is your room Lizzy?” She nodded in a general direction and off
I went. From the smell and touch, it was obvious the woman hasn’t
bathed for days and that has been abused, sexually and otherwise, for
the whole time.

Easing her into the tub, stockings, collar and all, I turned the warm
water on and let it fill up.

Brian had followed silently, looking puzzled why I would be doing this
small act of kindness for his own parent. I forced him from the
bathroom and into a doorway that was obviously her bedroom and I was
shocked at the state of it.

Lingerie was flung about upon the floor, there were ropes at various
strategic places that was obviously seen use, a ping-pong-paddle lay
in the corner, various porn mags strew about, a tripod without the
camera. What horrors had the woman endured here?

“Whats up Liam? You are acting strange and all buddy?”

I poked him in the chest non too friendly. “Take your friends and get
out of here okay?”

He started to grin, “You want to be alone with the old lady – no
problem buddy, I get it?” He winked and I hated him. “About her cunt
and ass – can we agree…?”

I shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face.

This being one of the bravest acts of my life as I was no hero.

I stripped the stockings and removed the collar from the sobbing woman
before gently scrubbing her clean. It took nearly ninety minutes and
three changes of tub water before she appeared to be clean.

How had we ended up here like this? I knew how but hated facing the
monster that I had become, all because of the power that Gerald was
offering.

It was pitiful how she batted her eyes and thrust her breasts towards
me suggestively as she gathered up some clothing. Even now, barely
clean from her ordeal, she was attempting to seduce me. Proof that
Gerald’s conditioning took hold no matter what.

With only a few clothes and toiletries, Lizzy drove to my home.

-*-

It was the first time mother became angry with my collection of women,
of my choice of new roommates. I tried to reason with her, to tell
her some of what she had endured for the last days but mom just hissed
that Lizzy was a slut and deserved as good as she got.

I realized then that this was a deeper wound than I could fix with
mere words. Dad had left mom for other women – one of which was this
middle-aged cougar now standing in her home.

Lisa stepped in again and helped Lizzy find a room out of sight in the
basement – not understanding her mother’s obvious hatred and just
doing what her brother told her to do.

I consoled mother for nearly an hour after, while she sobbed in my
arms. At one point mom looked up looking miserable and said that
there was two better looking ladies here than her. It was a strange
statement but I realized that she had a low self esteem, especially
after dad had neglected and left her.

I did what I had to do – I took mother into my arms and tenderly
fucked her for a good long time while kissing her lips and telling her
how much I cared and loved her. It helped – a lot.

After we lay together and I told mother that I was going to call a
meeting with all our new roommates to announce that besides myself,
she was in charge of our new family. This helped a little as well and
to show me how thankful she was, she sucked my cock clean while
keeping her ass close enough for me to fondle.

-*-

The living room was never large enough for the crowd it now held.
Every woman there was mine, every one conditioned by Gerald.

No one said a word when I said my mom was going to be in charge around
the house – that everyone had to listen to her as if it were me. No
one argued no one said a word.

The three girls would be sharing Lisa’s room, with a mattress on the
floor for Sara and Angel. I would hear later that many an evening was
occupied as all three shared the mattress.

Melissa got Amy’s old room. Mom took mine. Lizzy took a room in the
basement and wisely didn’t complain at all.

I took mom’s old room and larger bed, but usually had at least one
woman with me each night. My mother being my hands down favourite bed
warmer.

The meeting broke up with all the women talking at once, all but Lizzy
who stayed quiet in the corner. In this pandemonium my sister Lisa
took me aside and aggressively pressed me against the wall to
passionately kiss me, “I miss you big brother.”

Whew! “I miss you too Lisa.”

“Can I come to you tonight?” I smiled, her desire so obvious.

I nodded, already anticipating her visit.

“Do you want me bring Sara or Angel?”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say no – that I wanted some private
time with my young sister, but the thought of those three sexy things
with me was too much. “Is Sara feeling up to it?”

Lisa smiled knowingly, “I know she is!” I was going to ask what she
meant but Melissa strode by with a wink in my direction, the
interruption enough to break Lisa and I apart.

-*-

Being the the only cock amongst the three early teenage girls was like
being in the centre of a whirlwind. Plenty of firm teenage girl
flesh, budding nips, hairless vagina’s and plenty of giggling.

Angel and Sara took turns riding me, Lisa licking me clean between
each ride. It was wilder and more chaotic than Melissa and mom, just
the level of intensity, the uninhibited energy. Coming close to
climax, my head was pressed back into my pillow with my eyes clamped
tightly shut so that I did not notice Lisa climb on.

A loud scream, more pain than pleasure filled my ears and I opened my
eyes to see my sister seated on my lap, my cock fully submerged inside
her very tight adolescent cunt. “Lisa?”

She opened her eyes and breathed deeply, “Its done big brother. Oh
god, you feel so good!” She closed her eyes again and started to move
up and down ever so slowly, her face a mask of bliss.

Sara stuck her tongue into my mouth while Angel began to kiss my
sister. At that point I returned to my pleasure-filled cloud and
simply enjoyed.

We fucked for nearly four hours, well past midnight when we fell
asleep together.

-*-

Friday

-*-

“Liam? Do you know where Gerald is?” Theresa, his mom, was on the
phone and sounded worried, scared.

“I haven’t seen him, sorry.”

“Its not like him to disappear for two nights like this. I don’t like
it!”

A hand clenched my gut and I remembered the two sets of men watching!

“If you see him, please tell him I am worried?”

“I will.”

She hung up.

I turned to Melissa who was seated at the kitchen table watching me,
“I hope everything is okay?”

“Me too.”

Mom came in the kitchen and saw Melissa and my face, “Anything wrong?”

“Gerald is missing.”

The three of us just looked at each other, this short statement could
be a blessing or a bane.

The three girls had been chased out by mom early this morning –
forcing them to return to school for the first time in over a week.
My plan was to take Melissa and mom to bed for a nice lengthy screw –
as these two middle-aged babes knew how to have fun. In fact I had
Melissa cornered at the counter with my hand beneath her skirt and two
fingers in her already wet cunt when the phone rang.

Gerald could be shacked up with some hot celebrity or more girls that
I didn’t know about yet. Then again it could be worse, cracked up his
new car and laying unconscious in a hospital somewhere.

Lizzy came into the room almost silently, as she tended to do around
the house since her joining us, looking around nervously as we turned
our heads at her entrance. She blushed and mumbled something about
her breakfast dishes – as she even ate in her room where most people
are otherwise occupied. Mother glared at her as normal.

“Just a second Lizzy. Mom, I want you to do something for me.?”

Mom turned her head and her whole face just softened, her eyes
twinkling at the prospect of doing something to make me happy – Gerald
may not be with us but his influence is. “Of course my love?”

“I want you to take Lizzy up to your room and make love to her for the
rest of the morning?”

Mom’s face underwent a half dozen emotions, shock being one of the
more obvious.

“Lizzy, you are to go with mom and do everything she says. I want you
to do everything in your power to please my mom okay?”

Lizzy didn’t look too sure but nodded never the less, nervously
looking at my mom who was glaring at me. “Don’t make me do this
Liam?”

I just glared back at her so that she made a snorting sort of noise,
reminiscent of before that fateful day that Gerald found his power,
and turned and stomped away. Lizzy followed nervously a moment later.

Melissa whistled lightly then gave me a ‘I hope you know what you are
doing look’. With a wiggle of my finger, the pastor’s wife followed
me to my room.

To the sound of mom and Lizzy’s pleasure, Melissa and I listened while
enjoying ourselves. I fucked Melissa in her sexy tight ass as a
cumulation of our morning. I left the thirty-nine year-old snoring
lightly as I made my way back to the kitchen.

There mom, wearing only a tee-shirt, smiled shyly at me. When I
pulled her into a hug and then a gentle kiss, both of us tasting the
ladies we had been with on the others tongue, she clenched me
fiercely. “I was so wrong about her her Liam! We talked and talked
and I realized she is just a much a victim as the rest of us are.”

“From the sounds I don’t think the only thing you girls did was talk?”

Mom smiled playfully at my jest, “No silly, we spent most of our time
eating each other out. Satisfied?” She smirked back.

I winked, “The question is, were you mom?”

She smiled widely and we both broke up laughing.

-*-

The next phone call about Gerald was from Jane, my buddies fifteen
year-old neighbour. “You have no idea?”

“No, but I don’t like this one bit.” Fear was clenching my heart
giving me a small tremble in the hand that held the receiver to my
ear.

Mom and Lizzy were making a large supper for our busy household, both
half-listening to my distressed side of the conversation.

“How many were there?”

“Oh god Liam, I have no idea. Do you think Gerald is okay?”

I wasn’t so sure. “Of course he is Jane.” A large van and a couple
cars had invaded Gerald’s home, Jane had seen Theresa rushed into the
back of another, smaller, van before it rushing away. There was no
news of my sister Amy who was staying with Gerald.

“Did you hear about Christine today at school?”

For some reason I didn’t think this was going to be idol gossip so
braced myself for more bad news.

“She was pulling another train in the guy’s washroom when some
government types busted in and carted her away. Its the talk of the
school.”

Gerald was having fun with Christine at school the last couple of days
– there was a lottery and the twelve guys chosen got to line up and
fuck the hot cheerleader. There was rumours that guys were paying
hundreds of dollars to take the place of one of the guys who’s name
were picked.

At that point my sister Lisa came in with Sara and Angel and by the
fearful look on their faces, I knew something was wrong. Melissa
appeared from downstairs with yet another load of laundry, stopping in
her travels to see all the eyes watching me filled with concern.

The whole gang was here.

“I have to go Jane.”

“Please Liam, don’t go…!”

I hung up.

No one said a word. We should be rejoicing right? The evil king was
dead after all!

The knock was loud and almost sounded as if the walls itself shook.

Then the door busted down and a rush of men in dark glasses came in.

-*-

Sunday

-*-

The interrogation, there just wasn’t any other word for it, came as a
relief if anything. After being handcuffed and roughly lead to a
large van with my eyes and mouth covered and then left for nearly two
days alone in a dark cell, only a small slot for food and a porcelain
toilet with no lid in the corner.

“… and Billy traded his mother for Louise?”

“Yes sir.” I was scared. And I mean really fucking scared.

The older man consulted his notes and sighed yet again, “How did you
end up with Melissa?”

“Gerald was going to pimp her out in the city and I offered to take
her.” True enough.

He looked up from his notes, his eyes cold and intense, “And I bet you
have enjoyed yourself haven’t you?”

I just looked at him, feeling my face flush with humiliation,
realizing I had.

He sighed again shuffling the papers before him. “I have no evidence
that you are not just another victim here – but something isn’t right
and I can’t put my finger on it.” He looked sharply at me. “Gerald
never told you how he did it – sharing with his best buddy did he?”

I was opening my mouth to deny the suggestion when I stopped,
swallowed and told him what I knew, about the Egyptian text.

“And nothing else?”

“No sir.” I was trembling again, fear. “Sir?”

He looked at me almost impatient that I should ask a question.

“How is my family doing sir?”

He sighed again, “Not too good. Gerald really did a number on
everyone that came in contact with him these last couple of weeks. We
are unsure how to handle it.”

I wasn’t too sure who ‘we’ were, but thought it prudent not to ask.
“They are safe then?”

The man looked at me for a long while until I shuffled as much as I
could since I was shackled to the hard wood chair. “Your mother and
younger sister have been asking about you.” He seemed to come to a
decision, “Lizzy told us what you did.”

My heart almost stopped cold – it could only mean how I had initiated
the first contact, her initial humiliation and rape!

“How you saved her from the warped intentions of her son Brian.”

I exhaled and began to breath again.

“Melissa said that it was you that saved her from her own kids, from
being put out onto the streets. Sara told us how you saved her as
well. It seems all the ladies that you were living with think of you
as their knight in fucking shinning armour?”

What did this mean, why was he telling me this?

“Tell me what command that Gerald gave you?”

I blinked twice, wondering what he meant by ‘command’ until I
remembered that first day, seeing him transform my mother with just
his look and his words. “I was to ‘cover his back’.” It was my first
lie to this unnamed man but it came easily to my lips.

“Did you and he have sex?”

My response was no lie as I blanched visibly before responding loudly,
“Of course not, no!”

“Okay, take it easy. Gerald must have controlled you in other ways.
Sara says all her brother did was tell her things and she found
herself wanting to do them. Did he order you to do other acts?”

I realized I had to give this relentless guy more – a boy doesn’t
enjoy fucking his own mom without a reason right? But there was no
reason – no valid reason I mean. “I…”

“Yes?” He didn’t sound very patient.

“He made me enjoy… he told me to fu… have sex with people.”

“Your mother?” He said it mater-of-fact.

“Yes.”

“In fact, every one of the ladies in your house you have had
intercourse with?”

I felt shamed, hanging my head and whispering my response, “Yes sir.”

“Regardless if they called you their saviour, they were still your
slaves correct?”

I didn’t say a word – not even sure what was the appropriate response.

The man piled his papers into a single thick handful and stood. “I
believe you Liam – but it doesn’t matter if I believe you. You could
be controlling me right now so that I believed you. Tomorrow another
agent will question you and the day after another. When we are
satisfied that you are not a threat as Gerald had been, you will be
released.”

He turned his back on me and left the room, my body started to tremble
again.

-*-

Weeks later

-*-

Lisa rushed from the car towards the washroom door of the gas station,
mother sat behind the wheel chuckling at her daughters discomfort. I
sat up and stretched. “Want me to drive mom?”

“No honey, I’m good for a couple more hours.” She smiled sweetly at
me over her shoulder – all things normal except that twinkle in her
eye that made my heart miss a beat.

Lisa returned with a playful relieved smiled on her face, giggling as
a twelve year-old should. She again sat up front with mom – leaving
me to share the backseat with as much of our life that we could cram
into our car.

Mom pulled back out into traffic with a quick shoulder check. Lisa
took that moment to look at me over her shoulder with a shy inviting
smile. My heart skipped yet another beat.

-*-

Months later

-*-

Aunt Jenny nodded her head in mock disapproval of the messy half of
the room I shared with my cousin, her son, before turning from the
bedroom and shouting towards the kitchen where her sister, my mom,
worked on lunch, “Emily, that boy of yours needs to learn to pick up
his dirty things!”

I chuckled yet again before sighing. It seemed our life was never to
return to how it was.

The emails were communicated regularly now – my little harem, as mom
playfully called it, keeping in touch with me. I was strictly
forbidden to see them, else I too would end up disappearing like
Gerald had, but nothing about talking on the phone or writing in
email.

Lizzy was on her own, her son and his friends being thrown into
juveniles jail for a few years. She often wrote me long missives
about missing me – needing me.

Sara had moved in with Angel with the latters parents who remained
clueless to the extent of her daughters involvement in this ‘cult’ as
was described about our town. She didn’t miss her brother at all, her
mom she felt sorry for, living on her own in a unnamed location.

Christine, I heard through the grapevine was going through therapy but
it wasn’t sticking very well – as she kept getting caught doing the
last commands that her boyfriend Gerald had ordered her to do.

Melissa calls, as she doesn’t own a computer, telling me that her son
was doing okay in juvenile jail – but I could tell she was lying. My
guess was her husband, the pastor, was beating her and maybe her
daughter Amanda, purging the devil as he used to say in his sermon.
She was the only one that I would break the rule for about no meeting
– recalling her sexy saunter, the way her large eyes looked at you as
you filled her with sperm.

My sister Amy had been living at the dorm at school but had been
kicked out over something that was not spoken about, there has been no
word about her since. Mom refused to discuss her eldest child and I
felt indifferent. Only Lisa seems saddened by her big sisters
disappearance.

I emailed various people at school – keeping in touch, answering no
questions thoroughly enough to satisfy everyone.

The government types, and I still did not know which agency they
worked for, seemed to extract the truth from our words after the week
of interrogations but could do nothing about the previous
conditioning. As for Gerald, they did not give us a hint of where he
disappeared too.

“Supper honey?” Mom’s bellow.

Closing my email client I was about to get up when I realized that the
folder I had set aside for collecting data from Gerald’s firewall had
contents. Clicking on it I found several large files from the last
day or two before the government agents busted in. I opened just one
file and immediately saw the words ‘Egyptian scroll’ and felt dizzy.

Guiltily I shut down the computer by its power button – looking over
my shoulder comically, as if the government could see inside this very
room.

Mom came striding into the open door, “Did you not hear me Liam?” She
came right up beside me, frowning impatiently.

My arm rose and went around my mother, my open palm gasping her soft
familiar ass and puling her towards me. I kissed her covered breast
and groped that ass suggestively. Mother gasped with surprise,
pressing herself into me, and then moaned with long needed desire.
“Oh honey!”

Her face descended and our lips met, tongues duelled.

I would have bent mom over my bed right then if not for the sound of
Aunt Jenny’s steps coming down the hallway to the room. Mom moved a
step out of the way and took a deep breath before her sister
interrupted.

My aunt appeared in the doorway and her mouth opened to say something
but stopped at seeing my mother and my dishevelled appearance. Mom
saved the moment by coming up with, “Liam ambushed and tickled me!”

Aunt Jenny rose an eyebrow up in disagreement, “If you are finished
having fun, lunch is on the table.” It was only about this incident,
she knew nothing about why her sister and her family had to uproot and
level our home so suddenly.

She stood for a few seconds more before turning and leaving, still
frowning.

The total time that she had stood there I had been doing something
I’ve never done before, I was appraising the physical qualities of my
aunt. After three girls and a boy, she still had a figure, plenty of
it perhaps but still rather attractive. I could have her now – I
could have any woman alive!

“We better go down before Jenny has a fit?” Mom was looking at me
with her own measure of disappointment, her nipples now hard and
thrusting through her clothing.

I nodded and mom sighed resigned, probably wishing as I just to do
what we pleased and damn the consequences. “Mom?”

She turned towards me, her exit halted, “Tonight?”

A wide smile spread on her lips, “I would like that. I would like
that very much Liam.”

“Midnight – out in the pool house?” A huge smile was on mom’s face as
she disappeared from my shared room.

I felt ecstatic with joy with the discovery that the secret of
Gerald’s powers were on my computer. I also realized I felt the power
that I had only sampled those magical couple weeks not so many months
before.

I would do it different than Gerald – not act so crazy, so wild and
chaotic. Was there any wonder he caught the attention of people that
wanted to stop him? Behind closed doors will be my motto – no wild
sex acts, no street racing in overpriced cars.

The throbbing in my jeans only made me chuckle at how much fun it was
going to have very soon!

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