"Manipulated" Chapter Six

Manipulated ©
Chapter Six
By Fiction Writer #13
( incest, Femdom, mast, M/F, M/f, m/g, bond, drug, forced, con, reluct)

"I'm not going to kill him, am I?" Helen asked her father after seeing how violently Stanley shook on the table.

Malcolm leaned back in his chair, his cock still fully impaling his worried daughter. "Do I detect a note of concern for the man? Or are you just worried about breaking one of your new toys?"

Helen thought on it for a moment before responding, "I did love him once... a long time ago."

"It's... it's just been so..." Helen rotated in his lap, being careful not to dislodge herself from him. Looking deeply into his dark eyes she nervously started again.

"All those years ago, growing up with you, learning from you." She smiled. "Playing with you. I was happy. I felt special. I felt... loved."

Her smile faded away, a dark shadow seeming to cross over her features. "Then you took me to that place and tested me."

She looked around the room quickly, a spark of recognition fired in her mind. She let out a small laugh before speaking again. "This place. That's when everything changed." Tears welled up in her blue eyes. "I must have failed you somehow and... and I'm sorry, Daddy, I really am. I don't know what I did but I'm sorry."

"Shhhh..." Malcolm wiped the tears from her face "You didn't fail me, little one."

"Then why were you so mean to me afterwards? I thought you hated me... you sent me away and didn't even call to see if I was doing okay? You abandoned me, Daddy! You made me and then you dumped me, like... like I was some piece of trash! Why? Why didn't you love me anymore?" She was openly weeping now, the painful memories taking their toll. Emotions long held in, released in a flood of sobbing and tears.

Mal pulled her down into his arms, hugging her tightly. "No, baby girl, shhhh... I never stopped loving you. Shhhh... Its okay, let it all out..." Helen shook with each sob, her whole body bouncing with each gasp for air.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way, baby, but it was necessary. In hindsight maybe I shouldn't have raised you the way that I had. I was trying to prepare you for something, something that didn't happen, but by the time I realized my mistake it was too late."

"Oh no, baby, no, no, no. Not you. I made the mistake. I was too eager to finish my father's work, I didn't listen to anyone's advice, I had to do things my way. I was the one who didn't see what was right in front of my face the whole time. I was blinded by my own ambitions and ego. I shouldn't have taught you about sex. Not at that age, not in that way. I made the mistake, not you, little one."

Helen was silent for a moment as the weight of twenty-seven years worth of guilt instantly left her shoulders. She could feel her father's comforting hands stroking her back, bringing peace of mind for the first time in years.

"I liked learning everything you taught me, Daddy. I felt so close to you then. Why were you so mean to me if it wasn't my fault?"

"I had to be... you would never have been accepted into the real world if I hadn't. You could've really been hurt or hurt someone else if I had just let you enter mainstream society.

"We, you and I, are different than other people. The world doesn't know how to handle people like us. They put people like us in prison for the things we've done, the things we want to do. I couldn't let that happen to you, not my little girl.

"I could hide away in places like this, away from prying eyes and morality laws. You, however, couldn't. The funding for the project had been taken away and I wasn't allowed to bring you into the loop as I had planned.

"I had to retrain you. Turn you into one of them; one of the masses who hide their true feelings from each other, who are filled with guilt, shame, and confusion. The people who are blind, deaf, and dumb to the life we had grown so accustomed to.

"I'm sorry, little one, but it was the only way I could let you out, let you out so that you could live a normal life. So that you could have the college experience, and meet boys, and fall in love, and get married, and have babies. All of those things were only possible if you could blend in with them."

"But why did you tell me that no one would ever love me?" she whispered into his chest.

Her tears had returned, dripping on Mal's shoulder, seeping through the material of his dress shirt. They burned into him as if they were acid, reaching the skin underneath.

"I had hoped it would make you angry with me. That you would go out and try to prove me wrong as you did whenever we've had an argument. I knew you would find someone that I would approve of, not simply the first guy who said the word 'love' to you. You never did take the easy way out of things. Stanley is a per..."

"But you left me all alone out there!" she cut him off. "You have no idea how much that hurt me, Daddy. Why did you leave me like that? I mean, even after I married Stan, you just... just... went away again. You'd show up one day then disappear for five years and then show up again. How could you do that to me?"

"Because I could see a little of the old you in your eyes every time I came back into your life. If I'd stayed it would have come out again. Everything you and I had worked toward would have been for naught if that had happened."

"I missed you, Daddy," Helen began again. "I missed our games. I tried to be a good girl, a good mother and wife. But it was all a lie... All I ever wanted was you, Dad. I've hid my feelings for so long from my family. I wanted to tell them, to try to make them feel the way I do, but I was afraid they would hate me. Hate me like you said they would."

At the mention of her family, Malcolm checked monitor four over her shoulder. Stephanie was still rocking back and forth in a state of shock. Monitor three was empty, the dogs and children having moved on to other areas of the facility not under the watchful eye of a camera. A red light began flashing, indicating a motion sensor had just been triggered.

"Can they wait a few minutes more, Robbie and Sarah have entered the observation room, it's time to continue."

Helen sat up slowly, wiping away the tears and her running nose with the back of her hand. "Okay, Daddy," she answered while spinning back around to look at the monitors. "Just answer one more first. Am I putting Stanley in any danger when I shock him?"

Malcolm smiled at her. "No sweetie, we've thoroughly checked his health status before hooking him up. I'm told he is in excellent shape and his heart is very healthy. The electrodes are set up in a way so that the charge never passes through his chest. It's painful, but far from lethal."

"Thank you, Dad." She gave him a weak smile. "I think I still do love him. I blamed him for the way I felt inside. I just wished he was more like you, open to anything and everything. I could never have asked him to be like that, he wouldn't have understood."

Mal leaned in and kissed her salty cheek. "That's what we're trying to fix, little one."

Mal pointed to the flashing light on the console. Helen reached over and pushed the button bringing monitor five to life. Sarah and Robbie, hand in hand, had just walked into frame.

After hugging and crying, Robbie wrapped his arms around Sarah and lifted her tiny body into the air.

"I think we need to keep moving if we're ever going to find a way out of this place," he said whilst shifting her weight to a more comfortable position.

Sarah just giggled and smiled as he carried her down the long corridor. She loved the way she felt in his arms and wrapped her legs around his hips to help support herself. Occasionally she would pepper his cheek with tiny kisses as the pair made their way ahead.

Along the walls they noticed dozens of closed doors on either side of the narrow passage, all of them unmarked and made of steel. Robbie had tried about fifteen of them before giving up on finding one that would open.

There were no intersections in the hallway, no passages leading up or down, just a straight path to whatever was to be their next destination.

The air was warm and dried their skin as they marched forward. The once dark footprints that trailed behind them soon faded away, leaving no trace on the hard concrete of their presence.

The whole space had a rumble to it, part of it sound, the rest vibration. Robbie felt it with each step, sensed it almost. It reminded him of a field trip he had taken once to the Highland hydroelectric damn. Walking around in the bowels of that concrete structure was very close to what he was experiencing just now. It had the same sense of restrained power, just waiting for its chance to burst forth.

Rob's eyes followed her finger to a half open door thirty feet away. He picked up his pace, wanting to get this over with and secretly hoping for an excuse to set Sarah back down on her own two feet. She didn't weigh much but he was no superman by any means. Soccer strengthens the legs and most everything else, but his arms were not used to handling a squirming, naked, ten year old.

Reaching the door he got his wish as Sarah climbed off of him herself. Taking her hand in his own, he pushed the door open with a creak of heavy metal on metal. The room on the other side was dark, but there was light enough spilling through the open door to see cushioned chairs lined up side by side in a long row, facing away from them. Other than the chairs there really wasn't much else. A few low tables, each with a pad of paper and a pen, a waste basket, and something that caused Sarah to let go of Robbie's hand and rush into the room before he could stop her.

"Pretzels! Oh God, I'm so hungry!" she cried, leaping over one of the chair backs to get to them.

"No Sarah, wait!" but it was too late. The moment Rob entered the room to fetch his sister the metal door slammed shut with a loud clank, shutting out the light and plunging them into darkness.

His hands groped blindly along the wall behind him. Once locating the outline of the door he began working outwards, sliding his hands up and down the smooth surface until his fingers found a switch.

Expecting the lights to blaze into life, he was stunned to hear the sounds of something mechanical turning on. Suddenly a thin bar of light appeared along the baseboard of the opposite wall. The light stretched from one end of the room to the other and slowly expanded upward. Robbie soon realized that it wasn't a light at all. The entire wall was moving upwards, revealing a window into another room.

Robbie hopped over a chair to join his sister, who was now stuffing pretzels into her mouth while watching the other room slowly opening up before them.

"Holy shit!" yelled Rob. Sarah simply spat bits of pretzel out of her mouth in a fine spray.

They watched in shock as their older sister Stephanie appeared. She was curled up into a ball, naked, and rocking back and forth on the floor. She seemed to be saying something, but what they couldn't hear.

A few moments later their father appeared. He too was nude, his skin shiny with sweat. His body was strapped onto some kind of table, his legs lifted high and apart, exposing his butt to their eyes. One detail caused both Rob and Sarah to gasp out loud. His dick was rock hard, and it was huge!

Sarah was the first to move, jumping up and rushing to the glass. She began pounding on it, screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to get their attention. Robbie quickly joined her.

"Dad! Stephanie! Can you hear us? We're in here! Look at us! We're over here! Hey! Come on, hey! Over here!"

It was useless. No matter how much they yelled or pounded, neither of them so much as looked their way.

"Why can't they see us?" Sarah asked while frantically waving her arms over her head.

Sarah gave up her wild antics and pressed her face against the cold glass. "What do you think happened to them?"

"Don't know, maybe they didn't take her, maybe she got away." Rob hoped that was true. Hoped his mother was free and at this moment leading the police to this place to rescue them.

"I know you do, so do I. We'll find a way out, don't worry." With that Rob started looking around the room for anything he might have missed.

Sarah took the opportunity to flop down on one of the chairs and munch on some more pretzels.

"Here's another door, but it's locked tight. Looks like it might lead into there, with them."

Rob and Sarah spun around, trying to find the source of the mysterious voice. Finding themselves still alone, they turned to watch the other room.

If you don't stand up right now... I will hurt him again... you have to the count of three, one... two...

Stephanie stood before them, her bare breasts exposed and her long fake cock revealed. Though she was standing perfectly still, her dick continued to bounce and sway, mesmerizing the confused siblings in the other room.

Stephanie's mind snapped back to reality just in the knick of time. She had no idea where her thoughts had been, but it was a dark, empty place. She was lost in that nothing, drifting away from her own numb body and falling into an abyss. If the stranger hadn't threaten further harm to her father she might have been lost forever.

That's better... are you ready to submit to my commands... or will you insist on causing your Daddy pain?

"I... I'm ready to submit to you." Her own words surprised Steph. They sounded so timid.

Good girl... I sincerely hope for your father's sake that you mean what you say...

Steph hung her head in defeat. "I will do whatever you ask of me, and only what you ask of me."

Instantly Steph began searching for the lost container. She didn't remember dropping it; it must have been when she had been shocked. Dropping to her hands and knees she scanned the floor and found that it had rolled under the table. Retrieving it was easy enough and she was happy to see that none of the jelly had been spilled.

"I've got it. I'm sorry for dropping it," she added, hoping to please the stranger and avoid another punishment.

Move to the front of the table so that your Daddy can see you... then face the mirror...

Stanley watched as his daughter rushed to stand in his line of vision, her breasts jiggling with each barefoot step.

"Yes baby," he replied to her. She mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry' to him before turning to face the mirror. He had a perfect view of her in profile. The long dildo protruding from her pelvis seemed familiar to him for some reason.

His own cock had somehow remained hard after his last electrocution. He suspected that it had something to do with the lubricant Stephanie had applied to him. Even now, with no one touching him, he felt a warm tingling sensation pleasantly emanating from his cock.

"Y... y... yes." As much as she didn't want to admit this in the presence of her father, she knew she had to.

I bet he finds them to be delicious... they look so full and firm... Have you ever played with your own tits, Stephanie?

I think I would like to watch you play with them... Would you like that? Would you like to show me how you play with your beautifully perky breasts, Stephanie?

"Yyess." It was only a half lie. Though she didn't want to show this stranger how she rubbed her tits, all of the attention being focused on them had begun to excite her.

Good girl... scoop out some of the jelly, then place the container on the floor by your feet...

Nervously she complied, filling her right hand with a good amount of the nearly clear stuff before bending at the waist to place the jar. In doing so she had given her father an excellent view of her ass framed by the thin strips of leather. He even got a quick peek of her tiny rosebud as her cheeks flexed open while bending over. The sight caused him to groan in frustration. His cock needed relief soon.

Now... work the jelly into your breasts... cover every inch of them... keep rubbing until I tell you to stop... I want to see them glistening...

Robbie's eyes glazed over as he took in the erotic scene through the glass. He watched enthralled as his older sister began to smooth the jelly over her skin. Her hands moved slowly, sensuously, over every curve. Her breasts were a glorious sight to behold.

Creamy white skin with blushes of red, her areola dark pink and almost the size of a half dollar coin, her nipples darker points within their center. He watched as her fingers brushed over those nipples, hardening them further with each pass. She was beautiful.

They looked so soft and smooth, so wonderfully proportioned. He wished he could reach out and feel them for himself. To massage them in his hands as she was with her own. She began to tweak and pinch her nipples gently, her eyes closing, her lips parting slightly, sighing with the pleasure of her own caresses. Robbie gripped the arm rests of his seat, knuckles turning white, his cock becoming hard once again.

Sarah wasn't nearly as affected by the vision beyond the glass. She had seen Steph's boobs before on many occasions. She’d seen them and been jealous of their magical power over both boys and men. She'd caught both her father and brother sneaking peeks at them encased in Steph's bikini by the pool. She didn't blame them for looking of course, they were nice. Sarah herself had often wondered if hers would one day fill out to match her sister's proportions, dreaming of the day when she would have that mysterious power to hold sway over men's attention.

Unfortunately hers hadn't come in yet, or at least not the way she had hoped. Sarah's nipples had been growing ever since she had turned seven. They poked out from her flat chest nearly half an inch, where once they had only been tiny bumps just a few years before. She hated the way they made her look. She felt like a freak because of them, and tried unsuccessfully to keep them hidden from view. They were very sensitive to boot, often becoming tender and sore from constant grazing under her cotton shirts.

Sarah looked at her brother. He seemed under some kind of trance, his stiffy standing up in his lap, pointing at his belly button. Pangs of jealousy stabbed at her heart.

'Why is he so fascinated with those things, aren't I enough? He doesn't even like her.'

Stephanie had always been mean to both Robbie and Sarah. Being the first born, she had been jealous of the attention her parents had heaped on the younger pair, attention that had once belonged solely to her. Steph never much had anything to do with Sarah, didn't act like big sisters are supposed to, like they do on television. She kept to herself, too cool to hang with her little sister. The last time she even played a game with Sarah was back before she had found a boyfriend.

Stephanie teased Robbie and Sarah, called them 'The Hitler Youth' just to piss off their mom. Sarah hadn't understood that taunt until Robbie explained it to her. It wasn't her fault that she was born with blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Robbie and her mom.

Sarah looked back at the object of her ire. Stephanie was really mashing her breasts now. Squeezing her tits together and pinching her nipples hard, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Sarah's eyes travelled down her body, watching as Steph slowly rocked her body from side to side, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. Sarah followed the movements of the giant cock as it bounced before her sister. She had to stifle a laugh, the image of a snake charmer popping into her mind.

Lower still her eyes moved, following the length of Steph's legs down to the floor. By her feet was the white jar full of whatever Steph had smeared on her tits. 'That looks familiar, why?'

Glancing quickly to the table with the bowl of pretzels she got her answer. An identical white jar, still sealed, rested next to them. She leaned forward and picked it up, turning the lid to open it. Inside she saw that it was filled with some kind of clear gel, tiny specks of blue dotted within. Holding it to her nose she sniffed. 'Smells nice. Like after a thunderstorm.'

Sarah dipped a finger in, then rubbed the substance between her thumb and pointer finger. It was slick and slippery, and began to tingle slightly.

'Hmmm.' she had an idea, one that would keep her entertained and maybe even distract Robbie from Stephanie. Taking a big scoop of the jelly into her hand, she began to massage the stuff onto her own bare chest, quickly bringing her long nipples to stiff attention.

"Just wait a sec." She turned away from Rob and carefully bent his penis forward before seating herself down. His hard cock snapped back, slapping her pussy, sending a shiver down her spine.

Leaning back against his chest she shifted to the side so that he could continue to watch Steph. Once settled she took his hands off of the arm rests and placed them palm down on her slippery chest.

"I want you to do to me what she's doing. Okay?" It was more of an order than a question.

Robbie didn't answer with words, but his hands sure did. They began gliding around, rubbing, squeezing and tweaking almost instantly.

"Mmmm, that is nice. You're making me all tingly inside..." Sarah closed her eyes, enjoying the feelings washing over her. Between her legs she could feel his dick twitching against her pussy. Reaching down she spread her lips open so he could slip between her folds, and twitch against her tiny clit.

"Oh God, Sarah," he moaned at her touch, "that feels so fucking good!"

Stephanie was lost in a private fantasy. She was dancing nude for Orlando Bloom, her favorite movie star, his eyes never leaving her body as she swayed to the sounds of slow music. She felt sexy dancing for him, letting him watch as she played with her tits, seeing the bulge growing in his pants.

Her chest was warm and tingling, partly from her ministrations, and partly from the greasy substance she was using to entice him.

You are doing a great job Stephanie... you look so sexy playing with your tits...

He spoke without moving his lips, communicating with her by some kind of telepathy. 'But that's not his voice?' She wondered at this for a moment, but soon drifted back into her fantasy.

Her breath was taken away as a gentle buzzing began inside of her. She looked into Orlando's eyes, amazed by this magical power over her body. He smiled at her, showing his perfect white teeth.

Faster and faster she moved, the music keeping tempo with her heart. She spun away from him, spreading her legs and bending at the waist. Peering between her legs she watched as his eyes devoured his new view. She wiggled her ass at him seductively before standing upright once more.

Turning to face him again, she was stunned to find that he had gone, but she was still not alone. In his place sat her father, his hand slowly stroking his big cock as he watched her dance. She was taken aback by this new turn of events but continued to put on her show. She could hear him moaning in pleasure now, begging her to touch him. She was surprised that she too wanted to touch him, to reach out and stroke that monster of his. She wanted to make him cum.

Steph was confused by her Daddy's words. Weren't her eyes already open? Wasn't she looking right at him?

The imaginary world around her spun out of existence as she opened her eyes to see the real one. In this world she faced her own dancing reflection. There were no Hollywood pretty-boys here, but the pleasure she had been feeling remained, so she continued to dance and tease her skin.

That's a good girl... now I'd like you to get some more of the jelly on your right hand... but keep touching your tits with the left...

Cupping her tit with her left as she bent, she quickly scooped a fist full of jelly into her right. Learning from her past mistakes, she waited to hear what her next command would be.

I'd like you to stroke your cock now, Stephanie... coat it with the jelly... feel how hard you are...

Without another thought her hand began to slowly pump up and down the phallus. She could feel every ridge, bump and vein, making it seem to her just as good as the real thing. The combination of tingly breasts, sliding dildo, and vibrations caused her to gasp for air, her chest heaving in response.

You look so hot, Stephanie... I love watching you play with your cock... Do you like jerking off like this?

"Yessss." Her fist was really moving now, long rapid strokes from base to tip.

"Mah... mah... My Cock!" she stuttered, trying to take in enough air to even speak.

That's right, Stephanie... It is your cock... It is a part of you... It is yours...

The vibrations increased inside of her, the harness began buzzing against her swollen clitoris. Steph no longer saw things in that way. To her she no longer had a clit, it was her cock that was buzzing. It was her cock giving her so much pleasure. Her cock that she was fisting with fury. She loved her cock and all the sensations that it produced.

"Fucking!" She screamed out the word as her first orgasm exploded throughout her young body. She felt like she was on fire, every muscle tensing as she trembled through her euphoria.

Though she had just crested a sexual peak, she wasn't satiated yet. Her hands continued to work in tandem, one painfully pinching her right nipple, the other still tugging on the strap-on cock, her cock.

Are you ready to fuck, Stephanie?... Do you want to fuck your cock into someone? To make them take you inside of their body? To use their holes for your own pleasure?

"Oh GOD, yessss !" Stephanie crashed into another orgasm. The thought of pushing this monster into someone, watching as it disappeared from sight, was too much for her to resist.

I'm pleased that you want to fuck someone, Steph... As a reward I am going to make it happen for you... I'm even going to give a virgin to fuck... Would you like that Stephanie? Would you like to fuck a virgin? To see them wince in pain and moan in pleasure?

"Ohhhh FUCK!" Yet again she was cumming, there seemed to be no end to the amount of pleasure she could feel from owning a cock. The thought of breaking someone's cherry appealed to her. She remembered when hers had been popped, first the fear, then the pain, and then ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God, YESSS !"

Still trembling with after-shocks, she snatched the jar from the floor with her left hand, her right still pumping.

I promised you a virgin, little one... and that is exactly what I am going to give to you...