"Manipulated" Chapter One

Manipulated ©
Chapter One
By Fiction Writer #13
Edited by Tajod
( m/g, teen, preteen, first, brother, sister, incest, anal, drug, bond, forced, Mdom, Fdom, voy, squirt, reluct, noncon)

The darkened room hummed with the sound of machines and electronics. The air was warm in the small space, but comfortable. The only light glowed from a bank of TV monitors arranged in a horizontal line, five in all, each displaying a different room located somewhere in the underground building.

"Are you sure that you still want to do this? Once we begin there is no turning back. They are still asleep and we can return them if you wish, they'll never know," the deep masculine voice cut through the silence.

"No, I've come this far... I don't think I could forgive myself if I stop now. I've wanted this for so long; this is the only chance I will ever get." Helen wiped away the sweat from her forehead, suddenly feeling as if an inferno was roaring within her, burning her from the inside out. She could almost feel the flames bursting from within, flames of lust and desire.

The man's hands moved deftly across the console before them, flicking switches and pressing buttons. "Keep your eyes on monitor one while I secure your cuffs."

Helen gasped as the image appeared. Everything she'd ever fantasized was going to come true. Her panties began to fill with her liquid desire, fueling the fire. As the shapes began to stir on the monitor, a thought crossed her mind. Maybe the heat she felt wasn't that of passion, maybe it was the fires of hell welcoming her for what she was about to do to her own family...

Robbie's head was swimming. He felt as though he were asleep on the deck of a ship. The last time he'd felt this way was a month ago when he and his buddies swiped a bottle of blackberry brandy from his Dad's liquor cabinet. After getting sick through his entire 15th birthday party, he swore that he would never drink again. He didn't remember drinking anything last night, but the feeling was unmistakable. Soon he'd have a headache and begin puking like he did that last time. How could he have been so stupid?

Something was strange. He tried to open his eyes, but the room remained pitch black. Glancing to his left he could see a sliver of light. It wasn't dark; he'd been blindfolded for some reason. Rob tried to reach up and remove the object obstructing his view, but found that his arms were restrained and stretched out to his sides. Further wriggling showed that his legs were also bound.

'What the hell is going on?' he thought to himself. The dizziness was beginning to leave him, and with it more of his senses returned. His throat was dry, there was a strange mechanical buzzing noise in the room, and it was really warm. The strangest thing was that he began to feel something pressed against his chest, something heavy and warm. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it felt soft against his...

'Oh my God, I'm Naked!' The realization struck him like a thunderbolt. The shock of his situation wiped away the remains of the dizzy feeling.

His heart began to beat heavily in his chest. Why was he tied up? Why was he blindfolded? Why was he naked? And why the hell did he have a dull ache in his ass?

He wriggled in his restraints once again. Yes, there was definitely something stuck up his ass. Why on Earth was there something sticking in his ass? Who would do this? Why? He'd heard stories about alien abduction, with their anal probes and bright lights, but he'd never believed any of that crap. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe those stories were in fact true?

"Hello? Is there anyone there?" His voice cracked with puberty and the dryness of his mouth. He waited for a few moments in silence before clearing his throat and trying once again.

Still silence. He was alone, or at least no one was going to answer him. Then it happened, the heavy weight on his chest began to move. Robbie wasn't as alone as he thought he was.

"Robbie... is that you?" The young girl's voice came out as barely a whisper. Frozen in fear, Robbie didn't answer. The voice of his little sister came again, this time with a wiggle.

"I don't know Sarah... I... just woke up myself." Robbie choked out the words, the dryness of his mouth seeming to increase ten fold.

Her tiny body shivered against him. Now that he knew what was on him, he began to realize how they must look. He was lying on his back, arms stretched outwards and bound tight, as were his legs. Sarah lay upon him, her head resting on his chest, her legs straddling his hips, also bound. Her arms stretched out in front of her, bound tightly on either side of Robbie's head.

"I know Sarah... I want to go home too. Don't worry, we'll be okay." Robbie tried to sound confident while comforting the ten year old. "I'll protect you, Sarah."

For a few minutes the only sounds in the room were her sobs, then Sarah came to the same realization that Rob had earlier.

"Sarah, can you move at all? I tried, but I can't get my hands loose. Maybe you're tiny enough to slip out of the cuffs." It was worth a shot, and it would give her something else to keep her mind busy.

"I'll try." Robbie could feel her arms brushing the sides of his head as they tugged at the restraints. Giving up on that approach, her legs began flex against Rob's hips.

Rob filled with panic. His sister was hurt! "Sarah, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Her body lay still on his chest; he could feel her breathing rapidly. "Sarah? Answer me, Sarah, are you okay?"

"Okay... I was just scared, is all." Robbie knew to let it go; whenever she called him Robert it meant she was serious. It was something she had picked up from their Mother. If she called you by your real name and not the cutesy nick-names she had given them all, you stopped what ever you were doing and listened.

Sarah began to quietly sob again. Tears once more dripped to his bare chest before sliding down to the table he was on.

"There's..." she took a breath between sobs, "there's something in me... and I didn't know it until I started moving." Rob lay there listening to her sobbing.

Tears welled up in his eyes, stinging tears that forced him to close his lids beneath the blindfold. What kind of sick fuck would do that to his little sister? She was only ten fucking years old! He was angry now. A rage quickly built within him. He would break free and make these sick fuckers pay for what they had done. The muscles in his arms tensed, the veins straining, sweat dripped from his brow. All he had to do was break free and he could save her, stop this nightmare. The leather cuffs creaked under his sudden attack... but they did not break.

Tears spilling down his face, Robbie gave up. There was no way he could snap the thick leather. Not with his scrawny body. It was hopeless.

Sarah began sobbing louder, now making soft mewling sounds as well. Robbie's heart was breaking. He needed to help her, more than he wanted anything else in his life, he needed to help her.

"Sarah... there's something in me, too." It was the only thing he could think of.

"There is something in my bottom, just like yours." His heart pounded in his chest, face burning with embarrassment. He didn't want to tell her about the thing jammed inside of him. All this time he was hoping that he could somehow get out of this without her ever knowing. Hearing her crying forced him to share his predicament with her. He hoped that if she knew that this was happening to him too, it wouldn't be so bad. The silence that followed didn't help his crimson face any, but at least she had stopped crying. Then she said something that both caused his face to burn twice as hot, and made his heart sing.

"I know... but I'm not a boy, dummy!" Her laughter filled the room and soon was joined by Robbie's.

Helen squirmed in her seat. Watching her children on the monitor was driving her insane. Her thighs began rhythmically squeezing, trying to give herself some relief. Her wrists burned from the friction of the leather cuffs that bound them.

The binding was part of the deal she had made with the man sitting beside her, the man that was making her dreams into reality. It was just one of his many perversions. She would not be allowed to touch herself until the last stage of events unfolded. Until then she would have to be satisfied with the slight pressure she could create by flexing her thigh muscles.

When she heard the sobbing of Rob and Sarah come through the speakers, she literally flooded her panties. The seat of her chair was drenched in her juices. She couldn't remember a time when she was so turned on. The wet material clung to her shaven labia, helping ever so slightly to create a little more friction. Once in a while the soggy cotton would graze against her engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. It wasn't enough to bring her over her peak, but each time it happened she believed she was getting closer. She had to cum soon or she would go insane.

Robbie's fifteen year old body thrilled her. Years of playing soccer had kept him lean and defined his young muscles. His sandy blonde hair was tussled from sleep, and though they were covered, she knew his piercing blue eyes were open. Robbie's cock was what she really wanted to see.

The last time she’d seen it was nearly three years earlier. He’d been masturbating in the bathroom but had forgotten to lock the door. When she flung the door open to pee, Robbie froze in fear, leaving his hard five and a quarter inch member on display for his Mother's shocked gaze. Helen retreated while apologizing that day, but the memory of his throbbing boy shaft burned in her fantasies from then on.

Sarah's body looked so tiny compared to his. Willowy is how her husband described her after watching one of her ballet recitals. Though her hips were resting on Robbie's, the top of her head barely reached his chin. Her honey blonde hair cascaded down, the gentle curls obscuring her pixie face.

Sarah's legs were smooth and tanned from playing in the pool all summer. Helen had gazed through the kitchen window for hours while the little girl sun bathed in a tiny blue bikini. Still too young to have hips, she had that little bubble butt that all ten year olds seemed to have. Her breasts were nothing more than a slight rise on her chest, but her nipples were obviously long like her Mother's. Sarah had been particularly upset about this part of her body, and tried desperately to hide her pointy nips from everyone. Helen wondered if they were as sensitive as her own.

"Helen." The deep voice of the man beside her drew her attention away from the monitor.

She listened to the children laughing over the sound system. 'Amazing,' she thought to herself, 'why are they laughing?'

Why did he even have to ask? He was just torturing her. Making sure that she knew that all of this was happening because she wanted it to. She turned her attention back to the glow of monitor one and the giggling children.

"Yes."

The loud noise cut their laughter short. Both Robbie and Sarah tensed at the unsettling hissing coming from somewhere behind them.

"I don't know." Robbie's ears strained to listen for any clue as to what was making the sound.

"The thing... it... it just sprayed something in me!" She didn't sound pained in any way, just confused.

"No, but I'm sure you'll be okay. It'll probably happen to me later." Robbie tried to sound confident and sure of what he was telling her. The last thing he wanted was for her to start crying again.

The two of them lay in silence for a few minutes. The only sounds were that strange mechanical buzz and their shallow breathing. Robbie wondered if his parents had noticed that he and Sarah were missing. He had no idea how long he'd been gone from his bedroom, and the blindfold was really messing with his perception of time.

Now that she said it, he could feel just how warm she had become. A thin layer of perspiration was developing between them. Still wanting to keep her calm, Robbie tried to reassure her.

"You're probably just running a fever; you know how you catch colds all the time."

"Well... my head feels all funny. Like, like I'm dreaming or something. I don't know how to say it right. It's just different."

Robbie started to get concerned, it sounded to him like she was getting pretty sick. Last season during soccer practice he passed out after taking a hard knock on the head. When he came to the coach had told him that he had a concussion and needed to stay awake. His Mom sat with him and kept him talking, even when he felt like falling back to sleep. He remembered his thoughts were slow, as were his responses to his Mother's questions. The whole experience had felt like a dream. Now he worried that his Sister was going through something similar.

"Listen, I don't want you to go to sleep, okay? Stay awake no matter what, do you hear me?"

"Keep talking to me, okay? Just keep telling me what you are feeling." If he could keep her talking she wouldn't fall asleep. "Sarah, did you hear me?"

"Mmmm... yesss, Robbie, I heard you." She seemed to be trying to stretch out her body as she spoke. Her breathing had changed; she was now filling her lungs completely before slowly exhaling. Her breath blew across his bare chest, cooling his skin, causing his nipples to harden.

"Sarah, come on, you have to keep talking to me! I'm not kidding; tell me what's going on." Robbie was beginning to panic. She seemed to be drifting.

"Mmmm... my skin, my finger tips, my toes, and my..." she trailed off, letting the thought hang in the air between them. Robbie could feel her slowly moving on top of him. Her chest lifted slightly and began to move in small circles.

Robbie was shocked at her admission. He could feel her long nipples as she dragged them across his bare chest, two rubbery points jutting from her body, sliding in the sheen of sweat that had formed between their two bound bodies.

"Oh god, Robbie, it feels soooo good... Like, like lightning bolts, millions of tiny lightning bolts are exploding in them..."

Robbie could barely hear her. His heart was beating so hard that it drowned out the world around him. Confused emotions battered at his senses. On one hand he had never been this close to a naked girl before, now he had one rubbing her nipples on him, telling him how good it made her feel. On the other hand the lithe, squirming, young girl sliding on him was his kid sister. Only perverts that lived in hillbilly states got turned on by their own sister.

"Ohhh... it feels sooo nice. Everything feels so nice, Robbie... Even the thing in my bottom feels good... it doesn't hurt at all... It feels yummy!"

Robbie was lost. This was too much for his inexperienced brain to comprehend. He could feel her sliding up and down his body. He knew that she was humping herself on the thing in her ass. One inch forward, one inch back, the restraints the only thing keeping her from impaling herself on it.

"I never knew I could feel this good, Robbie... Ohhh... mmmm... sooo good, Robbie..."

He couldn't stop himself; his cock began to fill with blood. His face burned with fear and excitement. Visions of his naked ten year old sister fucking her own ass with the probe filled his mind, her body slipping and sliding on top of him, her moans of pleasure filling his ears.

"Sarah stop... please... I can't do this..." His fear won out. He couldn't do this. Not to his baby sister.

"I... I can't stop, Robbie... Sooo good... It feels so good..." She sounded desperate, like she was searching for something but didn't know what.

Rob tried to control his breathing, calming himself down. He shut out the outside world, ignoring the soft mewling noises his sister was emitting. He brought his raging hormones under control by thinking about playing soccer, specifically the time he forgot to cover his nuts during a penalty kick. Soon his dick began to soften, dropping back down to half mast. He was winning the fight against nature.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Robbie screamed as the dormant phallus in his rectum sprang to life. The shock and surprise of the vibrations deep within him caused his eyes to bulge. His mouth hung open in a silent scream. The device was buzzing against something inside of him, something Rob had no idea existed until this very moment. It sent continuous waves of pleasure crashing throughout his body. His deflating cock quickly made an about face and rose higher and higher. Still his mouth hung open, no words to describe this new sensation.

His blood engorged manhood stood proud and tall for a moment before gravity took hold and drew it downward. The tip brushed the probe protruding from his sister, claiming some of the sticky lubricant that coated the device, before coming to rest against the soft, smooth flesh of his sister's previously untouched labia. The vibrations ended as quickly as they had begun, releasing Robbie from his pleasure induced rictus.

"Holy Shit!" Robbie exhaled for the first time since the buzzing began. Slowly his senses returned. His rock hard cock had nestled its head in the groove of Sarah's vaginal lips. New sensations took over. He could feel how hot and wet she was, even with this minimum of contact. An uncontrollable urge to thrust his hips upward took him. He wanted, no, needed to bury himself in the tightness of his sisters virgin womb. If it weren't for the restraints, he would have. With no concern for her comfort, he would have. Primal lust had taken hold, and there was no turning back.

"Oh Robbie... is that your thingy touching me?" She was wiggling her hips from side to side, testing and teasing at the same time. Barely a quarter of an inch of his flesh pressed into her opening, but it was enough to keep it firmly seated as she moved.

"Yes, little sis... that's my dick touching your pussy." It was his turn to sound breathless and desperate. To him it felt as if her pussy were kissing his cock on the head, driving him insane. His stomach muscles flexed and rippled with effort, trying to break free of his bonds.

"Mmmm... it feels so nice. I don't know why, but I want it to touch me more... Please, Robbie... make it touch me more..." She too was straining against her restraints. The leather cuffs encompassing her wrists creaked as she pulled on them. Her efforts paid off, and she gained another eighth of an inch. Just enough to press the tip of Robbie's hardness against her pliable hymen.

"Robbie, I've seen those dirty movies hidden in your room. They scared me... but now I know why those girls were screaming... they were screaming because the boys thingy felt so good inside them. I want you inside me, Robbie... Please put it inside me!"

"Oh god, Sarah! If I could I would sis... I want to fuck you so bad it hurts! I'm trying baby, I really am!"

It was an act of desperation, in hindsight Robbie would have stopped her, but at the time his lust was cheering her on. Sarah began leaning forward and then thrusting back as hard as she could. Over and over again, she flung her body full force back towards the twin invaders, trying to gain even a fraction of an inch more. Had Robbie been caring about her safety, he would have cautioned her about arms coming out of their sockets. On her tenth and most powerful lunge, the chains attached to her hand cuffs suddenly supplied her with six inches of slack.

In that moment, time froze in Robbie's teenage brain. Sarah's tiny frame flew backwards at an incredible speed. In an instant her hymen was erased by Robbie's cock, which didn't stop until it slammed against her womb. The odd probe that had been teasing her anal ring now dived deep into her rectum.

Robbie heard no sounds from Sarah after her initial yelp. Her body shook with convulsions on top of him.

"OH GOD, YESSSS!" Robbie cried out with absolute bliss. The convulsions his sister was having weren't confined to her limbs; her tiny pussy was squeezing his manhood, milking it with her tightness. Suddenly Robbie's groin and balls were splashed with a flood of hot liquid.

"OHHHhhhhhoooo..." Sarah released what little breath she had saved. Then in an excited whisper, "Robbie, you're in me, you're really really in me!"

"Yes, baby girl... and you feel so fucking good! I can't believe I'm fucking my own sister. Oh god, your pussy is squeezing me so tight!"

"Uhng... I love you too Sarah." And he did, for the first time in his life he truly knew just how much he loved his little sister. Fireworks were exploding behind his clenched eyelids. Total sensory overload.

"I'll try, Robbie, but that thing is in me deeper too." She began to wiggle again. New waves of pleasure washed over the joined couple. They both began to moan. Slowly Sarah started to rock back and forth, sliding both Robbie and the probe in and out of her preteen body.

"I won't... uhgn... stop... uhgn... ever... uhgn... feels... uhgn... so big... uhgnn!"

Sarah was picking up speed, sliding more and more of the phalluses into and out of herself. She was grinding her hips into Robbie's pelvis, rubbing her tiny clit into his pubic hair. The slack in the chains allowed her hands to reach his chest. She gripped him tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, sometimes drawing blood.

Robbie didn't feel it, though. His attention was focused much lower. The hot depths of his sister’s pussy were drawing his cum from his swollen testes. Still she moved, faster and faster. Their breathing became more and more ragged. Nothing else mattered; nothing in the world mattered more than the euphoria they were giving each other.

Robbie's balls began to move upwards, the pressure building inside of him. Every-time Sarah slammed herself onto him, the probe bumped the strange spot within his bottom. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Rob exploded inside of her as her spasms reached a peak. Ropes and ropes of sticky cum fired deep inside of her.

Sarah's juices once again sprayed Robbie's groin and drenched his balls. The fireworks behind his eyes became the white hot inferno of a nuclear blast, and then darkness came to him...

Helen watched as her youngest daughter slumped against her older brother, the couple passing out after such an amazing release.

Helen was nearing an orgasm as well. Her constant squirming had caused the soaked crotch of her panties to bunch up between her cunt lips. The scissoring action of her thighs allowed her to rub her clit with the twisted cotton strip. Almost there, she was almost there. Watching her children actually fuck! She had gotten them to fuck right before her eyes! Just a few more rubs and she would join them in their bliss! Just a few more...

"What was our deal, Helen?" The man sitting at the controls stared intently into her eyes, waiting for her answer.

"Please, please let me have just one!" she begged, tears welling up and sliding down her cheeks.

"No Helen, not until this is finished." He stood up and walked to where she was bound. "Now I have to remove your panties because you can't be trusted." His voice was icy cold, emotionless.

He knelt down on the floor before her. His rough hands slid slowly up her thighs, adding to her arousal and discomfort. "I'm sorry, Helen, but if you break the rules one more time," his hands grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties and began tugging them down her legs, exposing her shaven pussy, "I'll end this whole thing right then and there."

She watched his eyes the whole time he was pulling down her pussy soaked underwear, not once did he glance down to look at her exposed sex. He knew how to drive her crazy; he knew that she wanted him to see how wet and hot she was.

"You'll be the one that they'll blame, Helen. After all, this whole thing was your idea. I've only provided a way for you, the choice was always yours." His words cut through her heart; she knew he meant what he said. They would blame her, because it was her idea. It was all her idea.

"Now, Helen, do you want to have a quick cum, an insignificant little moment of bliss? Or will you promise to be a good girl so that we can continue?"