"Manipulated" Chapter Five

Manipulated ©
Chapter Five
By Fiction Writer #13
( incest, M/f, mast, bond, drug, con, noncon, reluct, electro, forced, voy, exhib, m/g, Femdom, Mdom)

Robbie awoke, warm and sticky, on the tile floor. At some point Sarah had crawled over and snuggled in close with him. His arm now draped possessively around her sleeping form. He was sore, but in a pleasant way, a satiated way.

Sarah stirred from her slumber, stretching out her legs away from her chest, toes pointing.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling himself free of her body, his skin sticking to her in several places.

Robbie slowly stood up, the rush of blood making him dizzy. His balls ached from the draining he had received, but otherwise he felt fine. He leaned down and offered his sister a hand up.

"Thanks Robbie." Sarah stood on wobbly legs, pins and needles dancing in her numb feet. A fresh dribble of semen slowly made its from her womb and down her thigh before she could wipe it away with her hand. "Eeuww, I'm all sticky."

"Welcome to the club, sis." Robbie scanned the empty room with his new vantage point. "Hey, look! That door is open." He took his little sister's gooey hand in his own. "Let's check it out."

The two siblings walked hand in hand, their feet making soft slapping sounds on the floor as they went. Robbie was the first one through the doorway, and his grin told Sarah that it was safe enough to follow.

"Showers! Oh thank god, I hate being slimy!" Sarah beamed as Robbie turned on the faucets.

Hot water beat down on their skin, washing the animal scum away and easing the soreness of their still tender genitals.

Stephanie watched in amazement as her father's cock continued to grow under her gaze. At first it had twitched a few times, slowly uncurling on its bed of dark pubic hair. She could see movement within his hairless ball sack, his testicles rolling around inside, the scrotum tightening, drawing upwards, closer to his body.

Steph had never witnessed this process of transformation before. Every time she and Greg had been together he was already hard when his jeans had come off, and fully soft after they had pulled free of each other. Now the mystery of masculine expansion was revealed to her astonished eyes, her daddy's cock silently educating her, filling some of the gaps in her knowledge.

"It's so big, Daddy..." she gasped, her breath sounding more and more ragged. She hadn't even noticed that her own hand had been slowly stroking her own length from base to tip, gently tugging the dildo buried deep within.

Stanley opened his eyes, the sight before him too perverse to turn away from. He watched as Stephanie stroked her hand along the length of her fake penis, wishing that it was he being touched. Her delicate fingers worked the massive tool as if it were her own flesh and blood, each tug becoming more purposeful than the last.

He looked into her lust filled eyes. They were half closed but fixed upon him. She gazed down at him, a blush coloring her cheeks and breasts. He wanted her. Wanted to massage those perfect tits and kiss her petal soft lips. The guilt he had felt earlier was melting away; she wanted him as he wanted her.

The sound of the commanding voice stunned Steph out of her erotic day dream, her hand instantly leaving her false phallus.

Finding no one in the room besides her father and herself, she turned and addressed the mirror.

This is your last chance... Stephanie, move between your father's legs now or you will be punished... I will not repeat myself anymore...

"Fuck you, asshole! Why don't you come out and face me, you sick fuck? Huh? Is this how you get your rocks off? You... you fuck-head!" Stephanie was filled with uncontrollable rage. She began slamming her fists against the mirror, a string of one expletive after another leaving her lips.

Her father's scream silenced her instantly. Turning to look at him, she was filled with dread. His whole body was tensed, his arms and legs straining against his bonds. His head was thrashing violently from side to side, and he continued to cry out at the top of his lungs.

She reached for the metal cuff holding his arm in place in an attempt to free him, but pulled her hand away after receiving an electrical shock.

"Stop it! Please! You're going to kill him!" She was crying now, watching helplessly as he thrashed and screamed.

"I'll do it! Just stop hurting him. Please!" she pleaded with her father's unseen attacker.

Suddenly she remembered her orders and quickly moved between his upturned thighs. Instantly her father relaxed and his scream broke down to quiet sobs. Tears rolled down his cheeks, matching her own.

"Why did you hurt my Daddy?" Her sobs intensified, her shoulders shaking with each intake of breath.

I didn't hurt your father... you did when you disobeyed my order... From now on I will only tell you once; if you fail to comply he will be shocked at an even higher voltage...

"Oh god, no! I can't take that again..." Stan moaned, still feeling the burn from the last time.

Stephanie jumped in surprise as the dildos, both inside and out, suddenly came to life, vibrating vigorously before stopping just as quickly. The sensation had taken her breath away, tingles spreading outward from her groin and washing over her body like a crashing wave on the beach. Her hands instinctively reached out and grabbed her father's shins to steady herself.

"Steph... please, just tell them that you'll do what ever they say. I don't think I can take that much pain again. Please baby, do it for me, tell them you understand," Stanley begged.

"I..." Steph pulled herself together, forcing herself to speak. "I understand. I'll do what ever you want."

Good girl...

Robbie hadn't noticed when the door they entered the showers through slid closed. Nor did he witness when another one opened on the opposite wall. He had been too wrapped up in the fun he was having splashing his sister's body from head to toe with sudsy water.

Sarah started it. What first began as a playful water fight under the high pressure shower jets, turned in an instant to a new erotic adventure when Sarah asked him if he needed help washing his back.

At first he was apprehensive, expecting a sneak attack from the sly little girl, but the moment her tiny hands began gently scrubbing his back and shoulders, he was lost in sensation. Lower and lower she explored and inspected his body. Finally both of her hands found their way to his trembling butt cheeks.

"I'm going to check to make sure you're not hurt... then I want you to check me. Okay?" she asked; her voice barely audible over the spray of water.

Robbie could only nod his head in agreement as her fingers slowly spread him open. She took her time looking for any signs of damage. Every once in while he would feel one of her fingers, gentle as a feather, touch around and sometimes within his still open rectum. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing probing, she stood and patted his butt.

Turning to face his sweet sister he replied, "No Sarah, it felt... nice. Thank you."

Quick as lightning she spun around and dropped on all floors, presenting herself for his inspection. There would be no back scrub for this girl.

Rob couldn't believe just how sexy she looked, nor could he believe it when his cock began to throb back to life.

'My God, she's only ten for Christ's sake!' he berated himself as he sunk onto his knees behind her.

Her golden hair, darkened by the flow of water, spread across her back and shoulders. Beads of water formed and slid over every soft curve. The water on her upturned buttocks formed a tiny river in the canyon between her cheeks, trickling over her tiny anus before being divided in several directions by her red, swollen vagina.

Robbie's hands were soon busy, delicately touching her vulva. The first pussy he had ever seen in real life, the first woman he had ever been inside of, belonged to his own baby sister.

Gently he pulled and separated her labia to see if she was torn or bleeding. She gasped at his touch, scaring him away from proceeding.

So he did. He became lost in the task set before him. His breath caught in his throat as his heart beat with the rhythms of a Fourth of July fireworks display. Slowly he explored her, memorizing every inch of flesh open before his eyes. Touching, caressing, and loving every moment.

Leaning in close, only an inch or so away, he suddenly had the strongest desire to taste her. Just as the tip of his tongue made contact with pink flesh the showers turned off, breaking the moment and scaring Robbie away from his sister.

Sarah's head whipped upwards sending a spray of water high into the air. "Damn!" she whispered under her breath.

Sarah grinned, realizing Robbie had forgotten the real reason why he had been playing with her cunny.

Seeing his sister's devilish smile Robbie suddenly blushed with remembrance. "Oh... sorry. You... uh... you seem to be okay down there."

Seeing him blush, and the stiffy he now sported, caused her to giggle, "Maybe you're not such a queer-boy after all."

Instead of responding Robbie turned away, embarrassed at being caught with a boner and pissed that she continued with the queer-boy cracks. In doing so he noticed the newly opened door.

"No, we came in on the other side," she giggled while answering, making him even more angry. The queer thing was funny at first, but enough was enough.

"I'll see you later then," he growled and then started to walk away, leaving Sarah alone in the showers.

"Robbie, wait!" Sarah ran to him in a panic, fear shaking her from head to toe. "Don't leave me! Don't leave me Robbie!"

Sarah stood trembling by him, tears pouring from her eyes. "I thought you... you were going to... to... leave me here all alone."

"Maybe I should! I'm sick of the fucking queer-boy remarks, okay? I'm not a queer," he growled at her.

He wasn't so sure of that last declaration though. He felt confused by how his body had reacted to the anal stimulation he had received earlier. He'd believed that only gay guys got off on having things in their ass. If that was true then why had he cum so many times, and so powerfully while being sodomized. Was he, in fact, a queer-boy as she put it? He didn't think so, but the fact was that he had never had such intense orgasms before, each time with something buried deep inside of his bowels; first a vibrating probe, and then a massive K-9 cock. He had soared as that beast filled his guts with cum.

However, he never found any guys attractive before, never wanted to do anything with one either. So why did having something fucking his ass feel so damned good?

Sarah was sobbing her heart out but Robbie refused to look down at her while he spoke. "And I didn't get a boner looking at you either." He spat the words out with venom. "It... it just happened, alright?"

Robbie knew that he had just lied; of course he'd gotten hard because of Sarah. It wasn't the first time nor would it be the last. He'd always found her attractive, and sometimes to even be sexy. Thinking about her in that way had made him feel dirty though, like some kind of pedo pervert. He'd always felt a little guilty when he was around her, knowing that he was storing away images of her body for future masturbation sessions in private.

After today's events he realized that maybe, just maybe, he felt something more than just lust for her body. Something more than normal family love for Sarah, and it scared the Hell out of him.

"I... I'm sorry about the queer-boy jokes. I know you aren't queer..." Sarah looked up at him as she spoke, seeing his face still crimson with anger, his eyes not looking into her own. "I don't know why I tease you like that. It's not what I really want to say, it just comes out all wrong. I'm sorry."

Robbie's anger softened with her apology. They always teased each other while growing up, and rarely, if ever, had either said that they were sorry afterwards. He had been angry, but he never would've have left her to fend for herself. He just wanted to scare her a bit, because he was so scared himself.

Robbie realized that he had been mean to her because she had caught him with a hardon. Unlike the last time when they had been strapped belly to belly with her squirming and him vibrating, this time his cock had swelled while he was supposed to be checking her for injuries. He was supposed to be looking out for her, protecting her. Instead he filled with want and lust. He'd felt ashamed at becoming aroused by his little sister and took it out on her. It wasn't her fault, it was his. Though he felt this way, he could not bring himself to tell her, to explain that he was scared by his un-brotherly feelings for her; of what they might mean.

"I... I like that you get a stiffy because of me." Sarah's face burned red as she revealed her secret. Her eyes cast downward to the slowly draining pool of water. "It makes me feel... pretty."

"I've always liked you looking at me. All my friends would talk about how good looking you are, and it would make me so mad. Not because it wasn't true, but because I knew... that I could never... I mean..." Taking his hand tightly in her own, she mustered up all of her courage to admit something that she had known for a long time, but could never have said out loud before the events of today.

"I know we've said it to each other before but, this is different." She took a deep breath before speaking again. "I... I love you Robbie... I mean... I... I really... love you..."

Robbie's mind nearly imploded. How could he have missed this? He felt like a complete idiot for not noticing. How many nights had he gone to bed stroking himself to images of her while she was one room away dreaming of him? How many nights did he fall asleep wondering if any girl would ever want to be his girlfriend? Or what it would feel like to have someone say that they were in love with him?

Now Sarah had just answered that question. 'She loves me, really loves me!' and his heart sung with joy at hearing it.

Robbie gripped her little hand within his own, his heart torn between what was right and what was wrong. Tears stung at his eyes from the crazy emotions warring within him. Everything seemed to fall into place in his mind. The teasing and fighting, her following him around all the time like a puppy, the sly smiles before joking about his peeping at her even when he hadn't; he’d always assumed that she was just being a bratty little sister. Could that have been her way of flirting with him?

"I hated my friends for saying that they wanted to go out with you when I knew I couldn't. It hurt so bad inside. They didn't know you like I did. They only saw you as a cute boy, but I..." she stopped then, leaving the thought hanging and Robbie in stunned silence.

Could he feel the same way about her? Did he already? Had he been fooling himself all this time? So many questions swirled around in his head, but no easy answers.

The truth of his feelings came to him as he listened to her crying softly by his side. She was in so much pain. She had opened up to him, revealing her deepest secrets, secrets that he himself had been to afraid to share with her.

'She's so brave, ' Rob thought to himself. 'If she can be honest, then so can I.'

Slowly he knelt down on the floor before her, trying to meet her gaze, but she kept turning away from him. He reached up, forcefully taking hold of her head. He gazed into her tear streaked face until her glacial blue eyes locked on his own.

"I love you too, Sarah. I love you more than I could ever tell you. I've always been in love with you, but I've been too chicken shit to tell you. So let me show you."

He leaned in closely and kissed her. Not a brotherly kiss, nor one of those poorly scripted Hollywood suck fests, but a real kiss. A tender kiss. A true kiss. One that conveyed more feeling and emotion than any words could possibly ever convey. Their lips melted together, minds and hearts coming together as one. For a brief moment, a moment outside of time and space, Robbie and Sarah no longer existed as separate beings.

Sarah was shocked by his forcefulness but soon found herself swooning, just like the girls in cheesy romance novels she'd read while sun-bathing. 'He loves me!'

Robbie felt her body go weak in his grasp so he moved his hands down to embrace her. As he pulled her lithe form against his body the kiss was broken. Now cheek to cheek, arm in arm, they cried with relief that neither had been rejected by the other.

"I would never leave you behind, Sarah. Not now, not ever," he sobbed against her. "I love you..."

Stephanie... below the table your father is on there is a shelf... on that shelf is a plastic container... pick it up...

Steph quickly moved to comply, she didn't want her dad to be electrocuted again because of her failure to follow instruction.

The indicated shelf was just under the table, the item requested pushed way back. Steph had to kneel down and stretch her arm into the tight space in order to retrieve the jar. In the process her face pressed against Stan's groin, her cheek crushed against his clean shaven testicles.

Stanley felt her long hair tickling his privates, the sensation soothing away the last remnants of pain he had received. A sheen of nervous sweat had broken out over his whole body. The air around him now felt cool on his wet skin, causing his nipples to tighten up into tiny points on his chest. His cock had started to go south after his punishment, but feeling Steph's warm, soft cheek pressed against his balls had quickly reversed its direction.

"Got it!" he heard her say just before the gentle wisps of her hair left his privates.

Steph stood and awaited her next instruction, looking closely at the white, wide-mouth jar for any indication of what it might contain. Finding no markings, she held it up before her so that who ever was behind the mirror could see that she had found it.

Good girl... now remove the lid... once the jar is opened place the lid back on the shelf...

Steph spun the lid off and peeked inside before placing the jar top back on the shelf. The contents seemed to be some sort of clear jelly that had tiny blue specks suspended within it.

Hold the jar in your left hand... with your right, scoop some of the jelly out...

"His what?" she asked; honestly not knowing the reference. When the voice didn't answer she began to panic. "Please, I don't understand what you mean!"

"My... dick," Stanley reluctantly answered her. "They want you to put it on my dick."

"Oh." Steph's hand moved quickly to the task, not wanting to see her father zapped again. "Why didn't he just say that?"

Wrapping her hand around his tool she began to slowly coat it with the slippery jelly, noticing with a smile that her father instantly began to twitch under her caresses. His manhood now glistened in the bright lights, the colors of his organ standing out more; fleshy pink shaft with vivid blue lines of veins, swollen purple head, even the tiny red blood vessels seemed more brightly colored after her application.

Good girl, Stephanie... keep stroking him... feel him swell at your touch... make your daddy forget his pain...

She gripped him tightly, her hand barely able to encircle his girth, thumb just touching her pointer finger. 'This isn't so bad, ' Steph thought while pumping her fist up and down his length. 'I can't believe I swallowed this monster!'

Stanley was in another world. A world in which it was okay for his teenage daughter to masturbate him, okay to be tied down, to be told what to do. Her hand was taking him down the path to a quick orgasm. She was obviously skilled in the art of a hand job.

'That Greg is one hell of a lucky guy.' He imagined she learned to how to give hand jobs as a way to forgo sex with her boyfriend, something his own wife had done while they dated back in college. 'I wonder if she's fucked him yet?' That thought brought visions of Steph bouncing on his own cock. He moaned out his pleasure.

Steph watched as his balls began rolling around in his scrotum again, the skin becoming tighter around the two orbs held within. She listened to his moans and grunts, signals that she was doing a good job. Steph found herself wanting to see him spurt. To watch as the same sperm that made her shot from his cannon to land somewhere on his chest.

Good job, Steph... he's nearly there... you deserve a reward for listening so well...

With that the vibrations returned. Not as strong as the last time but still enough to take her breath away for a moment, and this time it remained on.

Steph nearly dropped the jar she still clutched in her left hand. Her body reacted immediately to the stimulus, her pussy flooding with its own kind of lubricating jelly. The tingling sensation returned, crackling outward from her groin and spreading to her extremities.

She wanted to pull on the fake cock, to make the one inside of her move, to increase the pleasure she was feeling. She debated whether or not to release her father's pulsing cock or to drop the jar. Wondered what punishment might befall either of them for her doing so. The hard choice was taken away from her by the commanding voice from above.

Stephanie... stop stroking your father... I don't want him to cum just yet...

Immediately her hand released his cock and flew to her own. She began to pump it for all she was worth, ignoring her father's desperate pleads for continued service. The combination of vibration and movement stoked the fire growing within her belly. She was so close to cumming...

The vibrations stopped, but her hand continued pumping the latex phallus. Without the gentle buzzing the feelings that had been building up suddenly began to wane.

Steph pulled her hand away, tears of frustration coming to her eyes, "Why? I was so close... Why did you make it stop?"

I did not tell you that you could touch yourself... be thankful that your punishment was so little a thing... you must learn self control... now apologize to your father for your disobedience...

Stanley was catching his breath while listening to his daughter being chewed out. As soon as her apology to him ended, stabbing pain wracked him once more; electricity causing every muscle in his body to contract at once. It was so painful that he couldn't even voice his screams; his mouth just hung open as his body shook.

"Daddy, NO!" Once again Steph made a move to rescue her father from the horrible pain. This time she was shocked before her fingers even made contact, a blue flash of electricity arcing from him to her, sending her backwards and onto the floor.

Then it was over. Stanley slumped on the table, tiny sobs coming from his still spasming mouth.

Sitting up, Steph pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. She began rocking back and forth on her buttocks, weeping and shivering. It was an involuntary reaction to fear that she had not done since she was six years old and believed a monster from a nightmare was still coming to get her, even though she was awake. Softly she chanted, her eyes fixed on something only she could see.

"... I'm... so... sorry... I'm... so... sorry... I'm... so... sorry... I'm... so... sorry... I'm... so..."