{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"59aae8b9-c8fb-4c80-a71e-2a620ff672f7","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-04-12T08:11:19.71Z","title":"Orientation","slug":"orientation","shortId":"slONowda","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"All characters are 18 or older. This is a work of pure fantasy.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Amanda's brother has her in a hopeless bind. Her parents stumble into the situation. Things get crazy. Things get really. Really. Crazy.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"68bf406b-d794-4564-9c32-14bbf22984a9","title":null,"summary":"Amanda had a momentary incongruous thought about her twin brother:\n“Well at least he’s not trying to","wordCount":7637,"readTime":38,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Amanda had a momentary incongruous thought about her twin brother:\n“Well at least he’s not trying to fuck me.”

Not incongruous for the reasons you might expect. It’s not\nthat he was her brother. The fact that he would fuck her if she let him had\nbeen long established.

No, it was incongruous because of what in fact he was\ntrying to do at that moment. Really, what he had succeeded in doing. Which\nwas arguably worse than trying to fuck her if you can believe it. At the\nmoment she had her incongruous thought about her brother, she was in his room, lying\non her back on his bed, naked, with her hands cuffed uncomfortably behind (and under\nher). Her right leg, meanwhile, was raised up along one of his bedposts. The\nreason it was raised was, it was secured to that post by rope digging into her\nankle. Meanwhile, he himself had her left leg in one hand and some rope in the\nother, and was just starting the process of tying that leg up similarly to the\nright leg.

“At least he’s not trying to fuck me,” she thought again. It\nwas hard to think anything else because of the horrific reality she’d have to\nface if she thought about what really was about to happen.

He was finished in short order, and gave her a wink. She\nmuttered “fuck you” but what could she do? She had just submitted to being tied\nup ass and legs in the air, torso helplessly laying back, arms crushed uselessly\nbehind.

He took off his belt, and she whimpered as she felt a\nburning sensation in her stomach. “Butterflies” if you like but so intense that\nit felt like an actual flame slowly eating at her.

“Connor,” she breathed, “I’m going to ask you once, please…”

But he held his finger up to his lips, and she knew better\nthan to continue.

“Just like before,” he said, “you’re going to get two\nwarning hits to calibrate, and then you’re going to stay quiet.”

She didn’t nod, she just gave up. A tear seeped out the outer\ncorner of one eye, but she knew if she let herself cry now she’d be completely\nunable to maintain herself while he hit her.

Connor wrote, for just a moment, on a slip of paper. She knew\nhe’d written a number. That number was how many hits he believed she could take\nwithout making a sound loud enough to trip the meter app he had going on his phone.\nFrom past sessions she knew, the most sound she could make before tripping it\nwas, at the extreme, a quiet hiss. A very quiet hiss.

If she got through that number without tripping the alarm,\ngreat! They were done.

If she tripped the alarm before he got to that number then\nshe was allowed to make all the noise she wanted but he would proceed to hit\nher triple that number.

She did not get to see the number he wrote down. She went\ninto these sessions not know how many hits he expected her to take. She just\nhad to take as many as she could manage. He wrote it down just to show her\nafterward so she’d know he was always truthful about it.

Each session so far had focused on one particular section of\nher body. (When she asked why, he just used that word again – “calibrating.”\nShe understood the meaning of the word and thinking of its implications frightened\nher.) There had been sessions so far dedicated to: Her belly; her chest; her\nback; her ass; the backs of her thighs; the fronts of her thighs.

Today was inner thigh day. Hence the splayed legs.

This was the first time he’d ever restrained her like this.\nIn past sessions he’d just started over if she moved too much and she was able\nto, at least after some false starts, keep it together. But at their last\nsession he’d tried for her inner thighs, and she abso fucking lutely could not\ndeal. No matter how many times she tried, her legs snapped together when she\ngot hit, or her hands snapped forward, or she simply bent over and fell to the\nfloor, curled up and crying.

Spread legs were just too clumsy a position to be able to\nmaintain under the condition of being hit by a belt you are extremely unhappy\nto be hit by.

He’d promised he would make her learn to handle this, but in\nthe meanwhile had concocted this solution. Now, on her back, her arms pinned\nbehind, her legs spread and tied up in the air over her pelvis, there was no\nway she could block or escape.

He hit her. The first “calibration” hit. She was allowed to\nreact however she liked. She reacted like this as the inescapable stripe of sting\nlaid itself into her left inner thigh: “oh my god oh my god oh my goooooddd I\ncan’t!”

Then the second hit. A bit harder, this time on the right\nleg, a bit closer to her crotch. She yelped and bent at the waist for a moment.\nShe closed her eyes and breathed in, then released a slow growling “mmmmmmmm”.\nThen breathed again. Then growl-moaned again.

“So, that’s what it feels like,” said Connor.

“Uh huh,” cried Amanda helplessly.

“Better get composed,” he said, “It’s about to happen.”

“Wait wait just give me a sec—”

But no. He hit her again. On the right. Same pain as before\nbut she knew she had to clam up right this instant or else she’d suffer so much\nmore than she currently planned to.

The moment after he hit her, he looked at the phone laying\non his chest of drawers beside him.

She had her eyes squeezed shut as she continued processing\nthe pain from his first hit, and before she was ready—not that he ever asked\nher if she was ready—he landed his second blow, again on her right.

She held her breath, hard, until she knew she could breath\nwithout triggering the fucking phone. Connor spoke up: “You know you’re not\nallowed to close your eyes. You have to look at me.”

Gingerly she opened her eyes only to see he was already in\nthe middle of landing a third blow, this time on her left leg. She almost\nyelped. She opened her mouth wide, gaping it open shut, open shut, as she\ncontracted her knees and waist in a ridiculous and hopeless attempt to block\nthe next hit.

He hit her again. On it went.

He spread the blows over the lengths of her thighs,\nintentionally bruising the entire area just as he had on all the other areas he’d\ncovered in past sessions.

Though she was desperately, silently, quaveringly panting,\nshe had managed to keep it together. At one point he’d looked up from the phone\nand arched his eyebrow at her. “You were right on the border that time,” he smiled,\nand bizarrely she appreciated his kindness in helping her set expectations.

He landed a blow, surely harder than any before, close, so\nclose to her vulva. Too close. She shuddered and loudly, vocally gulped air\nbefore catching herself. Too late.

Connor laughed as she started to keen “Noooooooooo”.

“Dude,” he said, bringing the paper over to her and showing\nher the number. 47.

She’d lost count but knew she had to have made it to 45 or\nso. If she could have just held out for another couple of hits!

“Connoooor pleaheaheahease” she was pleading but he just asked,\n“So what’s 47 times three?”

She immediately started the head math, even as she cried.\nShe knew she had to get this right and fast.

“Um fucking um… a hundred and twenty---no a hundred and\nforty—um. A hundred and forty one?”

“You were off by twenty one on your first guess so we’re adding\ntwenty-one to the total, which is how many?”

“That wasn’t a guess! I was just thinking!”

“We’re up to how many?”

A growl, and then “A hundred and sixty two ASSHOLE.”

“Yup, and you made it to 46, so what’s a hundred sixty-two\nminus forty-six?”

“I made it to forty six?” she squeaked.

“Quickly!” he said

“Um uh fucking that’s haaaaard”

“I’m about to make it harder.”

“Wait wait.” She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on\nnot saying her thoughts out loud. A hundred twenty something, but six is bigger\nthan two, so a hundred and…

“A hundred and sixteen!” she yelled, momentarily pleased\nwith herself until she remembered that meant she was about to get hit on the\nlegs one hundred. And sixteen. More times.

“Yep!” he yelled gleefully and hit her leg again.

So, obviously we don’t need to go into the literal blow by\nblow so to speak. She started screaming immediately after that first hit, and\nas he proceeded to mercilessly thwack the belt up and down her legs\napproximately fifty eight times each, after each had already received about twenty-three\nstripes, her screams simply didn’t let up. She writhed, alternately contracting\nher knees and stiffening them straight, alternately spreading her legs wide and\nhilariously trying to close them, alternately yelling incoherently, trying for\nmore dignified stretches of “mmmm—mmmmm—mmmmm,” and begging pitifully and hopelessly\nfor him to stop.

He stopped when he had finished doing what he said he would do.

Amanda kept crying, her body wiggling out of her control\nlike a dying flower.

He laid his head on the bed next to her, “You know what I’m\ngoing to hit next time, right?”

There was only one thing left really. “Connor,” she sobbed. “I\nwill do anything. I will do anything. Starting right now today I will do\nanything. Please don’t hit me there.”

She would let him fuck her, she would take his cock in her\nmouth, she would become his sex slave, she realized in that moment she’d happily\nagree to anything and actually feel thankful. She simultaneously was revolted\nat herself for being in such a state.

Connor just grinned. “I’m really looking forward to fucking\ntorturing your pussy, why would I settle for something less?”

He got up and started messing with the rope tying up one of\nher legs, while she sobbed and cried in fear and desperation.

One leg free, she just let it fall to the bed and tried to\nthink about nothing. Tried not to think about what would happen next time he\ncalled a session. Tried not to think about how she had gotten herself into this\nsituation, how easy it would have been to keep it from happening if she weren’t\nso stupid.

Connor said from his position at her other foot, “Oops.\nShit.”

She looked up and could see he’d made some amateur error and\nthe rope attaching her to the bedpost was now in a tight, immovable knot.

“Uh, heh,” he said. “Hang on I guess I need to go get the\nscissors.” He headed toward the door. Amanda faintly considered yelling after\nhim to “fucking uncuff” her first but, only faintly. What was the point really.\nShe just looked at the ceiling, simultaneously refusing to think about what it\nwould feel like for a belt to repeatedly slam into her pussy, and at the same\ntime obsessing fearfully over the thought.

Just as Connor was opening his door, Mom’s voice came from the\nhallway outside. “Kids! We’re home early!”

Connor slammed the door shut.

Dad laughed from the other room. “We love you too.”

“Uh… sorry!” yelled Connor through the door. “I just, didn’t\nmean to I.. I stumbled. I stumbled.”

A pause, then from Mom, “Ohhh kay. Where’s Amanda?”

Connor looked at Amanda wide eyed.

“Amanda? Have you seen Amanda today”

Amanda had to surpress the urge to cry. She couldn’t let\nanyone know what she’d gotten herself into and how. She swallowed a sob and said\n“Yeah, yeah mom I’m here too.”

“You’re in Connor’s room?” she said. “Are you two suddenly\ngetting along?”

Simultaneously Amanda and Connor yelled, “Yes!”

“Okay!” Mom said, her voice fading a bit. She was walking\naway. The siblings began to sigh relief.

Then, louder, right at the door. “Are you two… are you two…\nYou’re not smoking weed in there or something?”

“What?” Connor yelped. “No! Heh. Mom. That’s…”

“Amanda, you sound upset. You two have barely spoken a word\nto each other for weeks, don’t think your father and I haven’t noticed. What’s\ngoing on?”

The doorknob wiggled.

“And you’re locking your door? Okay what is going on in\nthere? I know it’s drugs. You two are getting high.”

Amanda was quietly hyperventilating. “No Mom!” she yelled,\nher voice helplessly quavering. “I just was…”

“She was having a bad day Mom” said Connor. True.

Now Dad’s voice from right at the door. “I think you had\nbetter let us come check in, son.”

Connor was desperately fucking around with the knot around Amanda’s\nankle.

“Um okay… just a second… I’m not….”

He shut up. Chagrined. Everybody knew he was about to say “I’m\nnot decent,” while everybody knew his sister was in the room with him.

“Connor.” Mom’s voice again. “Stop stalling. Let us…” the handle\njiggled more incessantly now.

“In!” she said and suddenly, because of course those inside\ndoor locks are worthless pieces of garbage, the mechanism slipped and she was\nable to open the door wide. Amanda was curled up hilariously hanging by her leg\ntrying to hide her privates by strength of will alone. Bruises visible all over\nher. Connor was standing (fully clothed as it happened) at the bedpost,\nconspicuously letting go of the rope his sister was tied with. Mom and dad\nstared wide eyed into the room.

“Uh. Somebody’s not decent that’s for sure.” Her voice rose\nas she said this and rushed over to Amanda. “What is this? What did he…”

“She likes it!” Connor yelled.

Dad said from the door. “Excuse me?”

“She likes it!” he said again. “She asked me to do it. I was\ndoing her a favor.” He gave her a desperate look.

Amanda was crying now, but that could have been out of pure\nembarrassment. Her mom said to her as she fumbled at the cuffs and then the\nrope, “Amanda, is that… You can tell me the truth you know. Is your brother\ntelling the truth?”

Amanda kept crying, and said “Yehehehes.”

Mom stood up and she and dad had a long look between them.

“Have you two been…. How can I even ask?”

Immediately both snapped “No!”

Mom looked skeptical. “And this was… Amanda, this was…\ntotally consensual?”

Amanda gathered herself up. “Yes mom. Um. I didn’t know who\nelse to… um… ask… I guess.” It sounded so weird. But everything in the room right\nnow was so weird, it seemed appropriate.

Mom made helpless noises. Dad now interjected. “I’m sorry,”\nhe said. “I’m having a hard time with this. A hard time believing it.”

Amanda looked away, but said as assertively as she could, “It’s\ntrue dad. Don’t… don’t punish him please?”

She was still thoroughly fastened to the bed and totally\nhandcuffed.

“We need to get you two into separate rooms I think,” he\nsaid. “We need to get more information before we decide what to do about…” he gestured\nat her state, then at Connor, then back. “This.”

Mom had appraised the knot by this point. “William, if you\nget some scissors we can cut her down, and Connor, where’s the key to the handcuffs?”

Connor gave her the key. Mom gently rolled Amanda over and\nbegan unlocking. Except it was taking some time. “What’s happening,” she asked\nas her mom kept fumbling around.

“Connor, I don’t think this is the right key.”

“What?” said Connor. “No, it is. Let me… er… I mean…” He\nthen looked at Amanda, and said in his very best impression of concern, care,\nand respect, “Is it okay if I… do I have your consent if I…”

Amanda’s face could only be seen by him at the moment. She\nrolled her eyes, and said “Yes Connor. Please.”

Connor went around to her backside and took over from Mom.

“What the fuck?” he said. Then looked up at mom and said “I\nmean what the hell. The heck.”

“I told you you gave me the wrong key. Where’s the key?”

Connor stood up. “That was the key, Mom. There is no other\nkey.”

“Connor what the fuck,” said Amanda from the bed. She didn’t\nbother to correct herself.

Dad was back by then, and he easily snipped the rope,\nfreeing her legs at least. He gave the key a try as well but she seemed to be\nstuck in cuffs. Naked in front of her entire family for a while.

“It’s okay,” said dad. “I think I can saw it off. Amanda,\ncome talk to me in the garage and we’ll get this straightened out.”

“And I,” said their mom, “Will have words with you here in\nyour room, young man.”

“Mom it really is okay,” Amanda began, but mom interrupted. “No,\neven if you really did ask for it, this is really inappropriate. And I’m still\nnot convinced. We’re going to talk to you two separately about this until we\nget to the bottom of it.”

Amanda and Connor looked at each other helplessly as Amanda\ngingerly, reluctantly, walked out of the room, hands cuffed behind her back,\nbrushing against the top of her naked bottom. She headed to the garage and dad\nfollowed behind.

Mom shut the door behind them.

Once in the garage, he pulled up a random chair that was\nstashed in the corner. “Go ahead and sit down for a minute while I find the\nsaw.”

She did so. She watched numbly as he puttered around in the\ntool shelves. She was sad to be thankful for this, but she was thankful he was\nvery clearly engrossed in the work and not distracted by her.

“Found it!” he said cheerfully and turned back around with\nthe saw in hand. He looked at her smiling, then seemed to think of something and\naverted his gaze.

“Dad, it’s okay,” she\nsaid. “You’re going to have to look at me anyway. We don’t have to be… weird\nabout it.”

He nodded, and looked up at her. He pulled up a chair\nopposite her and put the saw on the ground next to him. She looked at the saw. “Are\nyou going to…?”

“I gotta figure out exactly how to do it without hurting\nyou. But can you please just tell me what was really going on in there?”

Amanda stiffened. “It’s what I said, Dad. I… like… getting\nhit like that.” She started crying, hoping this came across purely as\nembarrassment and not the incredible stress of telling such a horrible lie\nabout herself. She very much hated getting hit like that. “I didn’t want to ask\nlike, a dude at school…” She was improvising. “They would just tell everybody.\nSo… I asked Connor.”

Her dad gave her a long look.

“I’m going to document what he did.”

“Huh?”

Voluntary or not, this needs to be documented in case…\nsomebody needs to be called or something.”

“Uh, Dad you can write down whatever you want, I just need\nthese handcuffs off.”

“I’m still thinking about that,” he said, and reached into\nhis pocket and brought out his phone. “So I’m going to take pictures of what he\ndid to you.”

Amanda went white. “I really don’t want,” she started crying\nyet again. “Can we please not?”

“He could say we were lying, anyway it’s a crime I’m\nguessing. If we need to go to the police we need to be able to show them and uh…\nyou probably aren’t wanting to get naked in front of a bunch of police\nofficers.”

Amanda closed her eyes and tried to breathe calmly. “Okay,”\nshe said. Not feeling okay, but convinced she could get through this. Her dad\nwas so stupid. But he was the type of guy who once he got his mind set on one\nway to solve a problem, by hell that was how he was going to solve it. She just\nhad to let it happen and it would be over.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll try to make this quick and… well\nanyway. Go ahead and stand up.”

Standing up put her pussy at his eye level. For a moment his\ngaze met her vagina but just for a moment, he quickly was looking down at her\nlegs. He leaned in with his phone, and clicked. Flash. One pic of the front of\nher right leg.

He took another then, she could only assume as she rolled\nher eyes that it was for a backup copy or some shit.

Two clicks. Pics of her left front thigh.

Two clicks. Pics of her tummy.

Two clicks. Her eyes were still closed but she could tell\nfrom the sounds about where he was in relation to her. He’d just taken two\npictures of his daughter’s bare, bruised chest.

Then two more clicks and she realized, those had been two\npictures of her righthand bare bruised chest. Now he was taking pics of her\nlefthand bare bruised chest.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Turn around?”

She did so. Two clicks for her upper back. Two clicks for\nher lower back. Two clicks for her left butt cheek. Two clicks for her right\nbutt cheek. Two clicks for the back of her right thigh. Two clicks for the back\nof her left thigh.

“Okay,” he said again. I have to figure out… can you…”

“What?” she said, almost angry but trying to stay calm.

“Spread your legs. A little.”

Holding in her frustration, she spread her legs.

“Uh. A little more? I can’t get the right angle…”

She spread them more, an exaggeratedly large amount in fact.\nTrying to be sarcastic with her naked body language in front of her dad—she’d\nnever thought this would be her life.

Two clicks. Under her right inner thigh. Two clicks. Under\nher left inner thigh.

Two more clicks right in the middle. She quickly stood up\nstraight. “Dad!”

“I needed to document that he didn’t hit you there.”

“Why?” she asked, somehow annoyance being the main emotion\nwhen her brain told her she should be appalled and devastated. But he was just,\nagain, so stupid. So fucking annoying.

“Just, maybe it doesn’t matter but I was just trying to be\ncomplete.”

Petulantly she moved on to “Okay have you figured out how to\nget these things off me yet?”

“Yeah I think I have an idea,” he said, and she could hear\nhim, still behind her, getting up to a sitting position.

She felt his hand on her shoulder, and prepped herself for\nbeing guided into some position or other where he could get the saw into place\nto hack off the chain.

Then she felt his other hand, reaching from behind her other\nside, touching her cheek – the one on her face—rather roughly.

“Uh what,” she began, when she also felt from the same arm,\nhis elbow squeezing into her ribcage a bit. And something… something was on her\nlips, something metal kind of poking in from the sides?

She jerked back from it, not caring if she hit her dad’s\nface with the back of her head. “What are you…?”

And he was holding onto her even more tightly. “Open your\nmouth,” he said.

“What?” she panicked, and as she said the word that metal\nthing, whatever it was, went in. She tried to jerk back, to get it out, but he\nhad his hand in position now and kept it in her mouth.

It felt huge. Incredibly invasive. She struggled and\nscreamed. How was this fucking helping her get her handcuffs off?

Something pulled her face back and then his hands were no\nlonger at her face. She felt something tighten, around her cheeks, to the back\nof her neck. She continued to struggle but between the handcuffs and whatever\nhe was doing to hold her head so tightly by the mouth from behind, she could\nbarely accomplish anything without feeling like she might fall over and break\nher neck.

A snapping noise, and he let go. She was free, sort of. Able\nto locomote, but unable to fully close her mouth. She tried to yell “What are\nyou doing?” but it just came out “Uh ah oo oowee?”

Now facing him, she saw a look on his face she didn’t quite\nunderstand. He was just being efficient. That was the only word that came to\nmind. He reached forward and grabbed her under her arms, his hands back up at\nthe sides of her face. She kicked but to no avail, just kind of flopping around\nwhile he held her in place in the air suspended by her shoulders.

She felt her mouth opening more. This was not her doing. With her tongue she\ncould feel there were four metal rods going into her mouth, two meeting near\nthe back of her cheek on one side, two meeting in the back of her cheek on the\nother side. Something her dad was doing was forcing those rods to separate, forcing\nher mouth more and more open. She yelled, her face right in his as he\nconcentrated on his work. The spreading of her jaw was starting to hurt.

When she was afraid her jaw might literally disclocate her\nyelling became desperate screams. He stopped very shortly thereafter but it\nseemed to have nothing to do with her noises. He was just finished with the\ntask.

He fairly gently lowered her. She just stood there,\nscreaming, her mouth gaping open uncloseable, her arms helplessly still confined\nbehind her.

“Go to your knees Amanda.”

She could hardly understand even though he was perfectly\nclear. She implored him with her eyes.

“I don’t want to make you go to your knees but I will. You\nneed to get down on your knees now.”

Sure she would pass out from what felt like total\nhyperventilation, she nevertheless did her best. Softyl going to one knee, then\nlowering the other one to the floor as well.

“Good,” he said, and he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. In\ndisgust as his dick came obscenely flying out fully erect, she inhaled a huge\nchoking snort of a breath and got ready to bolt but too late. He had her by the\nhair.

She struggled still, pulling away.

He leaned down to put his face near hers. “This will be over\nin just ten or twenty seconds if you let it.”

She tried to say “Fuck you” but with her mouth fully,\nmaximally stretched open it was just “Ah Ah.”

“This is just a quick procedure. I just want to show you one\nthing. And then it’s over. Unless you make it take longer. Unless you make it\nhurt.

Again, “Ah ah!”

He sighed and stood up, the fucking pink skin stick once again\nin her face.

And before she could react it was inside her mouth.

She tried to shrink back but he tightened his grip on her\nhair and muttered again “Ten or twenty seconds Amanda. Just be still.”

Out of shock more than any desire to cooperate, but yes also\nbecause she was scared of what he meant when he talked about “making it hurt,”\nshe became still and tried to just be as passive as possible.

“There,” he said, “Good girl.” And he pushed himself deeper\ninto her mouth.

She couldn’t breath. Her dad’s dick was clogging her air\nway. He held her firmly in place though as she choked and panicked. “Listen to\nme Amanda,” he said. “Do you feel how my penis is inside your throat, and your\nteeth are not touching me at all?”

She choked and coughed mightily.

“Keep feeling that,” he said, and she continued to fail-cough\naround her dad’s dick in her throat.

Could she fucking die this way? What the fuck was happening?

He then let her go. She exploded backwards, falling on her\nass, rolling over and coughing up huge amounts of phlegm.

Her dad, pants redone, squatted down on one knee next to\nher. “Did you hear what I said?”

She had. It was registering on her now what he had said. She\nnodded.

“So you know a man’s penis can go all the way into your\nmouth, into your throat, without feeling your teeth.”

Amanda was weeping. “Ahh ahh hahhh.”

Dad seemed satisfied. “Okay,” he said snappily. “That’s done\nthen,” and he reached for her head again. She flinched back and he pulled back.\n“I’m just going to take that gag off.”

She still flinched when he reached forward again but made\nherself stay in range. He did exactly as he said. He then stood up and guided\nher up to standing as well. “Alright, let’s get back with your mom and brother and\nsee what they’ve figured out.”

Unable to turn her brain off and desperately wanting to, she\nwalked forward. He walked behind her, his hand on her shoulder this time,\nfirmly guiding her towards the door.

As she passed by the two chairs they’d been sitting on, she could\nsee the metal hacksaw still in its place on the floor beside her dad’s chair. It\nwas broken, one end of the blade completely detached. Cutting through a chain\nhad never been even slightly in the cards.

Somehow that small detail, out of everything else happening,\nwas the thing that made her knees go weak with grief. She fell to the floor,\nwailing. “From the get go” was the incongruous thought that went through her\nhead. She had been doomed from the get go. She had known. But now she could\nsee.

Her dad let her cry as long as she wanted. When she became\nmore quiet, he gently guided her back up to standing, and resumed his hand’s\nguidance on her shoulder.

As they approached the door her dad reached forward to open\nit for her and pushed it wide. Amanda hopelessly walked forward. She heard him\nbefore she saw him—heard her brother’s weird desperate pleading moan. Heard her\nmom’s whispers. Heard her brother’s quiet grunt, then his assenting, hapless\nmmhmm as she rounded the door and then stopped at her father’s hand’s behest.\nShe could see now why those noises had happened. She was somehow still\nshockable after all she’d been through. She quietly whispered, “Oh my fucking god.”

***

Mom closed the door behind them as Dad and Amanda left for\nthe garage. Connor stood in the middle of his room, feeling like he was\nfloating. Some part of his mind was trying to be ready for anything—and in\ndoing so, managed to shut itself down into a state of being ready for nothing\nat all.

Mom turned from the door to face him, and for some reason\nshe was smiling now. He might have expected a wry or sarcastic smile, a “you’re\nin trouble” smile. But that was not what it was. The smile was motherly.\nSparkling. Maybe wistful. It registered: It was the same smile he’d seen her\ngive when he put on his high school graduation gown at the school uniform\nstore.

She walked softly past him and sat on his bed. “Uh, are we\ngoing to talk?” he finally said.

She reached down and took off her socks. “No, not right now.\nNot at first.”

“I don’t understand.”

She sat up and pulled her skirt front toward her, revealing\nthe entirety of her legs and underwear to her son.

“Uh mom I can see…” He looked away towards the floor. He\nknew she knew. He didn’t want to know that.

How he didn’t know what was happening next is a silly human\nmystery, but yes indeed, she then pulled her underwear down to her ankles, then\noff, and tossed them to the other side of the bed. Her skirt hiked up as she\nsat, she spread her legs. “Come here Connor.” She beckoned, literally beckoned.

Connor just stood there covering his mouth.

Mom laughed but said somewhat sternly. “Connor you are about\nto have a Very. Good. Night. There are just a couple of ways to mess this up.\nNot coming over here right now would be one of them.”

Still Connor stood there speechless.

Mom sighed. “Oh my god kid.” They still got referred to as “kid”\nregularly, especially when being criticized. It was just how their parents\ntalk. “’Messing this up’ means your dad and I string you up and beat your\ntesticles long past your begging point.”

Connor had no thought of advancing towards his mother but\nthe part of his brain responsible for testicle protection had that thought for\nhim very effectively. Hardly aware of it himself, he was walking forward\nslowly.

As he came close to her she smiled up at him and continued. “Hitting\nyour poor crotch over and over, just like you were planning to do to your\nsister.”

He had presence enough of mind to widen his eyes and ask, “How\ndid you kn—”

She reached forward and grasped him by the hips. Pushing downward\nshe said “Okay Connor, on your knees.”

He fell as much as voluntarily went down, catching himself\non the bed, his arms on either side of his mom, his face looking directly at\nher pussy.

He felt his mom’s feet behind him, pulling her in.

He heard a scream from the garage. He started to turn,\nbizarrely concerned given what he’d just been doing to the owner of that scream\nmaybe twenty minutes ago.

His mom caught his face mid turn and turned it back.

“This is first, Connor,” his mother murmured. “This is what\nyou’re doing right now.”

He sunk down. He smelled her, perfumed yet gently meaty. He\nshrunk back. “Mom what is happening.” Despite himself he felt himself starting\nto cry.

She relaxed her grip on him momentarily. She lifted him up\nby the chin. “You know what is happening. You are going to have a very good\nnight. But for that to happen, it is an absolute requirement that you do this\nfirst.”

He sniffled. He felt silly, and somehow even as it was sinking\nin that his mom was about to rape his face he just wanted to reach up and\nsnuggle into her chest and cry.

“This is hardly as bad as what you made Amanda do. Don’t\ndisappoint me.”

He swallowed. He thought about these words. He felt them\nhit. He was being really hypocritical. There in front of his mommy’s pussy he\ncould see this now. How stupid to be so disappointing.

He opened his heretofore closed eyes and now when he saw\nwhat was before him, he saw that it was inviting. That he deserved it. That\nthis was his place. How could he have questioned that?

He leaned forward to kiss what was increasingly, just in the\ncourse of these few minutes, coming to feel like something precious. Sacred.

His mother sighed her satisfaction at his conduct. And so he\ncontinued his kiss, and knowing his duty, found her most holy spot. His mother’s\nlegs tightened behind him and she gave a louder moan-sigh of satisfaction as he\nproceeded to show his sudden new-found devotion.

***

To describe what Amanda saw as she rounded the door hearing\nthose odd desperate grunts and squeals from her brother: She saw him, naked, on\nhis back, on his bed, leaning backwards into the bosom of their mother, also\nnaked. Her legs were wrapped around his from behind. Her mouth was at his ear\nalternately kissing, licking, and whispering. Her hands were reaching around,\none to his chest, rubbing and rubbing at his nipples, one very lightly\nperiodically touching, sometimes barely stroking, his cock. She was smiling,\nlooking almost drunk with lustful power. He, on the other hand, seemed utterly\ndesperate. His pelvis was thrusting up and down, his cock searching for\nsomething, anything, to be inside of. But there was nothing in the vicinity but\nthe teasing hand of Amanda’s—of his—mother.

He had made his mother orgasm much more quickly than he\nexpected. He was very puzzled by his internal response—he recognized disappointment,\nand could not make sense of that. As she relaxed post orgasm, she leaned\nforward and lifted him up.

She unbuttoned his pants and started to slide them down.

“Take off your clothes” she said, and began to take off her own.

“What are we going to…” he trailed off. There had been a lot\nof trailing off tonight.

She just smiled, then chuckled a little at his dumbfounded\nlook as she slipped off the last of her clothing. “Well, we’re not going to\nfuck if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Okay… not that I… wanted to.”

“You’re moving too slow” she laughed and began helping him.

And true to her word, they didn’t fuck. She moved him into\nthe position Amanda found them in. She whispered into his ear that he should just\nrelax. He tried to relax but that was difficult once she started playing with\nhis nipples, and then his dick.

He made one gallant show of trying to get up but she gently\npressed him back into place up against her bosom, and he gave in.

She began masturbating him fully with her hand while\nbreathing into his ear and licking his neck. Finally he started pumping back,\nand after several minutes knew it was about to happen.

And then she stopped. Hands completely off. Left him cold,\njust laying on her.

“What… did I… are you…?

She didn’t respond verbally. After many seconds, she gently\nplaced her hands back where they’d been. But she no longer fully masturbated\nhis dick—she simply touched it. He twitched and she lifted up. She stroked his\ntesticles a little. He squealed—squealed, naked on his mother as she was\nstroking his testicles. She stopped, just worked on his nipples with her hands\nfor a while, then reached down once more and gave his dick a single stroke on\none side, then the other, then right down the center.

He went like this: “AaaAAHaaAAAHHaaaaAHHHH”.

She stopped. He could hear that she was smiling as she continued\nkissing him on the ears and neck.

“I’m not going to make you cum,” she whispered, very lightly\nstroking his penis once as she said it.

“You’re… you’re not?”

His penis went slightly soft, which he hadn’t thought\npossible in his desperate state.

His mom laughed quietly, “mm hmm hmm,” and opened her hand up\ndown there to take him in more fully, like before. She once again started\nmasturbating him.

“No, I’m not,” she said as she continued using her hand like\na pussy on his dick. “I’m just here to keep you hard.”

As he began to spasm in preparation for an imminant orgasm,\nshe stopped. She had her timing fucking down.

He went like this: “Ah. Ah. Aaaah. Hahhhh.”

So after quite a bit of this, when he felt like his entire\nmind and body had been taken over by desperation—but also knew, in the back of\nits thoughts, that when it finally happened it would never be as wonderful as\nthis bizarre teasing from his mom—it was then that his sister walked back into\nthe room, their dad’s hand on her shoulder.

He had a sudden desire to hide which he kept completely surpressed.\nInstead, the energy of that impulse apparently went into his dick because it\nlept between his mother’s fingers.

She just kept playing with him, and Amanda, apparently, was\njust going to stand there watching him. Watching them.

Then his mom whispered in his ear—whispered, but loud enough\nfor everyone to hear. “Do you see the bruises on your sister’s breasts.”

Connor felt himself blushing, his face stealing a bit of\nblood from his dick.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“They are beautiful bruises. You did a wonderful job.”

A stroke to the cock.

He could see Amanda’s face subtly shift from shock at his\npredicament to shock at her mother’s words about her.

“The bruises on her tummy?”

“Yes I. Yes I see them.”

Another stroke to the cock and he twitched. Then she said “Your\nfather and I are very proud of you.”

A second stroke and he hissed. He almost came.

Amanda apparently couldn’t help herself, she spoke. “Mom\nwhat the fuck? What the fuck?”

Immediately her dad’s hand on her shoulder shoved her around\nto face him. “You do not speak,” he said firmly. “Speak again without\npermission and there will be consequences.”

Dad and daughter stared angrily at each other while his mom\ncontinued playing with his body. Then daughter turned around, mortification\novertaking her scowl.

A whisper from his mom, “The stripes on her legs?”

“Yes?”

“Who made those stripes?”

“I… I did.”

A few strokes to the cock and balls.

“Her pain is your pleasure.”

How could mere words make him almost cum? He was\ninvoluntarily thrusting again.

“Is her pain your pleasure?”

“Yes,” he whispered, looking at his sister’s face and body\nas he did so. She was crying now.”

“Do you see her tears?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“When she cries it’s because you did good.”

“Okay,” he said dumbly. Fucking about to cum again.

His mom laughed. “If you cum before I tell you too, this\nnight will become a Very Bad Night for you.”

She stroked his cock the entire time she was saying that,\ncapriciously making it practically impossible for him to hold back. But he did.

“Good,” she said.

The next fifteen or twenty minutes continued like this.\nAmanda was made to turn around while her mother and brother admired the bruises\non her back, her legs, her ass, and her brother was mercilessly praised and\nencouraged over them.

She was then made to put one leg up on the bed for them to\nview the bruises on her inner thigh. Then the other leg.

She protested none of this any more. Things were long past\nthat. She didn’t even protest when her mom told her quietly to stand on the bed\nin front of them and spread her pussy lips open to show them her vagina and\nclitoris.

“Do you see any bruises on her vulva?”

“N… no?” said her brother.

“Or her clitoris? Is her clitoris bruised?”

He almost seemed to examine it to check. “No.”

Nevertheless, gentle pressure on the testicles followed by a\nfew strokes to the cock.

“Her pain is your pleasure.”

His whole body spasmed. He almost lost it.

Mom smiled at Amanda—smiled!—then nodded at her dad behind\nher.

She was still standing on the bed. Her dad gently pulled her\nhand downward, while pushing her forward gently, and so she perceived she was\nto go on her hands and knees on the bed, not to stand on the floor.

Her dad was continuing to gently push her forward, his hand\non her ass.

“Remember what I taught you in the garage” he said. She was\npuzzled for several seconds, not because it was objectively hard to remember.\nShe just couldn’t think.

Her mom and brother’s tease orgy was getting closer to her.\nTo her face.

Her dad kept pushing her forward, then with his other hand,\nhe was pushing her face downward.

Towards Connor’s cock.

She finally resisted. She tried not to cry, but she did,\nloudly.

“Open your mouth,” said her dad while she cried. She could\nhear her brother grunting in now unembarrassed desperate anticipation.

She continued to cry, loudly, but opened her mouth.

She was pushed down onto her brother’s cock. It invaded her\nmouth hungrily. Her brother baldly thrust upward, fucking into her face ready\nfinally to cum.

Mom laughed and in the same quiet tone she’d been using, said\n“Calm down, not quite yet.”

As his sister’s mouth sat still around his cock, her tongue\nseeming to try to avoid contact (completely failing obviously), his mom\ncontinued. “Let your father guide her for now, you stay still. And tell us the\nmoment you feel her teeth.

“I feel them right now,” he said immediately.

Abruptly, his sister was lifted off of his cock and her face\nwas shoved roughly into the mattress in front of him. His dad held up a black\nrod. Had he had that in hand since entering the room? Connor couldn’t remember.\nHe watched transfixed as his mom continued lightly stroking him, and his dad\nbrought the end of the rod towards the back of his sister’s legs as she\nprotested, muffled, into the blanked her face was shoved into.

The rod made contact, there was a snap, and Connor now heard,\nafter a shocked pause, a scream from his sister’s mouth like none he’d ever\nevinced from her in their sessions.

Giving her no time to recover, her dad pushed her face back\nup towards her brother. “Open your mouth or I do it again.” She immediately\nobeyed.

Dad began working his daughter’s face up and down her\nbrother’s cock. He layed back and enjoyed it for several seconds, did his best\nto relax and not thrust back in order to fulfill his mother’s command. He felt\nslightly amazed that in fact, he could not feel her teeth this time. Dad had\nher at the right angle, such that as long as she opened wide enough, he could\nget straight into her throat with no interference or scratching.

Ironically just as he was thinking about this he felt them\nlightly brush a spot at the base of his dick.

“Teeth teeth teeth” he said.

And once again his sister was pulled off of him. “No, no\nConnor!” his sister cried as though her begging could reverse time. The rod\nwent to the back of her other leg this time. Amanda screamed just as loudly as\nthe first time but the scream was quickly muffled on his cock.

This time it just took a couple of seconds. “Uh,” he said.\nHis mother said into his ear as she continued massaging his nipples, “Yes Connor?”

Why did his mother saying his name somehow send an\nadditional sexual thrill through him he hadn’t yet felt?

Anyway! “Uh, Well. She used her teeth again.”

Literally still gagged by his cock, Amanda wailed at these\nwords. Dad yanked her up. “No please I’ll be good!” she yelled. “Connnor\nplease, please tell them I’ll be good.”

Connor was taken aback by her desperation. It was beginning\nto sink in how much agony that rod must be putting her through.

He loved it.

But a part of him thought he should say, “You… it’s okay,\nshe can try again.” And he did say that.

Mom just whispered, “Her pain is your pleasure.”

He considered these words for a moment. Then he smiled at\nhis horrified sister, and said, “Oh yeah. I had forgotten.”

The rod seemed not to go to either the right or the left,\nbut right into he center. But not between her legs—it was higher than that,\nbetween her ass cheeks.

When the loud cracking sound happened he watched her face as\nit went from fear and desperation to some kind of realization that she had\nperhaps just felt a little bit of what hell is like. She had been screaming for\nthe first two uses of the rod. The noise she now made was hardly even a scream.\nThough the snap lasted just an instant she went on with that primal animal\nnoise as though it were happening forever, happening again and again. And in a\nway, in her mind, it probably was.

“Imagine that kind of pleasure,” said his mom into his ear,\nclearly referring to Amanda’s pain.

“Forever,” she finished her sentence.

And once more Amanda’s face was shoved onto his cock.\nAmazingly, for what he was fairly sure was a first time blowjob for her, she\nhad learned her lesson. He did not feel her teeth again.

After a few minutes of forced still ness while his sister\nwas forced to fuck his cock with her face, his mom said into his ear, “You are\nfree.”

He grabbed his sister’s hair so fucking hard at that point.\nHe shoved his dick down her throat and within three cruel pumps, was emptying\nhimself into her esophagus.

He nearly passed out, as did she for an entirely different\nreason.

On releasing her she fell to the floor quietly coughing up\nthe contents of her throat. She wasn’t quite vomiting, just massively choking\nup semen, spit and phlegm.

He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. He just lay back into\nhis mother completely relaxed, fully conscious but in a state of such total\nrelaxation and satisfaction it was almost a kind of unconsciousness. His mother\nstroked his hair and held him. His dad crouched down beside his suffering daughter\nand stroked her arm. She shrunk back, actually yelled “Fucking stop. Fucking\nget away.” Between heaves and sobs.

Dad continued the imitation of a comforting gesture\nnonetheless.

***

After a while, he did fall asleep for at least a few minutes.\nThe next thing he knew, his mother was awakening him. He looked around,\nremembering where he was and what had been happening. His sister had moved. She\nwas sitting on a chair in front of his desk. Her arms were still handcuffed\nbehind her. In front of her on the desk was a laptop. There was another chair\nand it was to that chair that his mom asked him to go. She said the laptop was\nset to play a video that would probably answer all his questions.

He knew he should have questions. He couldn’t think of a way\nto articulate any of them. How could he think?

In a daze, he sat naked next to his naked and handcuffed\nsister. He looked at her and she avoided looking at him. “Do you… have\nquestions?”

Now she did look at him. There was fury in her eyes, but\nalso surrender.

“I have a million. Fucking.” And she was careful not to\nshout but somehow her half whisper came across as a shout. “QUESTIONS.”

Their dad hit a “play” button at the top of the screen, then\nwent to lay on Connor’s bed with his wife to watch from behind, while Connor\nand Amanda began to watch the video that would explain.

A title card popped up.

AWAKE, O SLEEPING GODDESS, AND TO HER ETERNAL PRIEST, HAIL!

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CODEX I: WELCOME TO YOUR ORIENTATION

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