A Good Friday
by Piper
mc; Mg; gg; Mdom; oral; inc
The Barringer family closely resembled a family that one might see on a glossy brochure advertising a peaceful suburb community. Lucas Barringer was a banker in his early thirties who had married his college sweetheart. Diana Barringer, the college sweetheart, was a middle school teacher still in denial that she was over thirty. Both of their worlds centered around their two daughters: Erin and Aileen. Erin, at eleven-years-old, knew everything about the world and wanted to make sure everyone knew that she knew. Aileen, Mr. and Mrs. Barringers’ most treasured accident, was only six and still getting over being severely shy around strangers. The family had moved into the neighborhood just before Aileen was born because they knew that they would want a larger house. Ever since then they had quietly minded their own business, although Mr. and Mrs. Barringer made it a point to attend the neighborhood’s annual New Year’s party.
Today, though, another holiday was rapidly approaching. It was early afternoon on Good Friday and with Easter looming, the Barringers felt that they should invite their new neighbor to their church, assuming that he had not already made plans. So, after giving the young man a few hours to settle in, Mr. and Mrs. Barringer had marched next door, bringing a cake which their girls had decorated with Easter-themed frosting doodles.
There was a rather long pause after Mr. Barringer rang the doorbell. He was just about to press the button again when his wife nudged him with her shoulder. Though the windows next to the front door had curtains, she could tell by the shifting patterns of light that someone had started moving. The door abruptly opened all of the way, providing Mr. and Mrs. Barringer with a good look at their new neighbor for the first time. He was a slight man with dark hair and definitely very young. He was dressed casually in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt which was tight enough to reveal some definition of his arms. He smiled easily enough when he saw the Barringers, although he seemed to be somewhat shy.
“Hi. Can I help you?” The man’s gaze had dropped to the cake that Mrs. Barringer was holding, but he clearly did not want to make a mistake in guessing why they were here.
Mr. Barringer leaned forward and extended his hand, which the man shook firmly. “It’s good to meet you. I’m Lucas Barringer and this is my wife, Diana.”
Still holding the cake, Mrs. Barringer merely dipped her head in acknowledgment. “We live in the house to your left. We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
“Well, thank you. My name is Logan Waters.” He stepped back and made a small gesture of invitation. “Would you like to come in for a bit?”
“Much appreciated,” Mr. Barringer said, taking the lead into the house.
“We brought you a cake,” Mrs. Barringer added, somewhat unnecessarily, holding it out to Logan once her husband had stepped out of her way.
Logan thanked them both and led them to the family room before he took the cake into the kitchen. By the time he returned, the Barringers had settled into the small couch. The family room, as with the rest of the house from what the Barringers could see, had been left in good condition and with reasonably new furniture. Logan sank into a plush armchair near the couch and seemed to be casting about for a way to break the ice.
“I hope you like the cake,” Diana smiled at the young man. “I baked it with our daughters. Although they wanted to make sure I didn’t try to take credit for their designs.”
“Oh, you have kids?” Logan leaned forward with genuine, or very well-feigned, interest.
Lucas nodded, then groaned good-naturedly. “Two girls. Erin is eleven and Aileen is six. We thought they may be too much to spring on you this visit.”
Logan laughed, waving away the concern. “I love kids. Tell them that the cake looks delicious.”
“We’ll do that.”
The next hour passed by quickly enough. Logan plied the Barringers with questions about their jobs, activities, and daughters. He seemed to prefer asking questions to answering them, although they were able to gather that he was a painter, but he came from a wealthy family, which explained how he was buying a house right out of college. The Barringers managed to slip in an invitation to their church for Easter Sunday, which was politely declined. The conversation began to wind down and the Barringers were about to begin making their excuses to leave when Logan seemed to remember something.
“Just a minute, I almost forgot,” Logan said, getting up from his chair. He walked out of the room and returned holding two polished ceramic eggs to his chest, each one about the size of a man’s fist. “These are for you. To thank you for coming over.”
Lucas and Diana took each proffered egg. Lucas’s egg was painted to look like a giant Easter egg, covered every color of the rainbow. Diana’s had been painstakingly etched with flowers, including several types that she had never seen before. The Barringers were truly touched; each gift must have taken hours to paint by hand.
“I hope you like them.” Logan settled back into his chair and crossed his legs.
“Oh, yes,” Lucas said, still staring at the one in his hands.
“It’s beautiful,” Diana murmured in agreement, looking down at hers.
“If you look closely, you may be able to see the individual brush strokes,” Logan mentioned.
The Barringers brought their eggs closer to their faces, until each piece of art entirely filled its holder’s field of vision. Logan was right; brush strokes swirled underneath what had seemed to be a solid image. Lucas and Diana followed the swirls with their eyes, tracing every contour. They began to feel lost. Each color blended into the next. It was impossible to tell where one ended and the next began. And if they couldn’t determine that, how could they determine what was real? Reality itself seemed no more definite than the endless gradient of colors. Then Logan spoke again. Logan was real, they knew, so the things that he was saying were real. He would guide them. If they followed Logan, they would be alright.
“Lucas, Diana, you will do whatever I tell you.” Logan said.
“Yes…” Lucas answered slowly. It took a little while to process the command, and even longer to formulate the response.
“Yes…” Diana repeated. She had nearly forgotten about speaking entirely while staring at her egg. If Lucas hadn’t spoken, she might have just sat there blissfully giving assent in her mind.
“Good answer,” Logan said. “Now, I want to meet your daughters. They don’t have school today, right? They’re at your house?”
Lucas and Diana nodded. Even speaking was becoming too cumbersome. They were entirely consumed with their eggs. Colors danced across their minds, separating Logan's commands from any troubling worries that might have crept in.
“Perfect. I want to meet them.” When Lucas and Diana nodded again, Logan continued. “I am going to turn them into my slaves, just like the two of you. When you get home, you will send them to my house to get presents that I have for them. Then wait for me to call you to pick them up, even if it is a couple of days.”
Logan repeated the instructions twice more and the Barringers kept nodding agreeably, although their eyes remained focused on their eggs. When he was sure that they understood, Logan threw one last instruction in.
“Oh, and Diana, when you stop looking at you egg you are going to hand me your underwear, but keep your bra. Then get dressed and the two of you can go home and send your girls over. Now, look away from your eggs and begin.”
The Barringers slowly lowered the eggs from their faces and looked over at Logan. They shook themselves like sleepers waking up. Nonchalantly, Diana rose from the couch and unbuttoned the black pants that she was wearing. They slid down her legs to pool around her ankles, revealing a brightly-colored thong that was arguably intended for a slightly younger woman. Delicately, Diana stepped out of her pants and pulled off the thong. Her pussy revealed her to be a natural blonde, but it was neatly trimmed. Lucas did not react to his wife’s exposure; instead he sat placidly waiting for the next cue in the script that Logan had laid out. Diana stepped forward and handed her balled-up underwear to an amused Logan before dressing herself once more. Only then did Lucas get off the couch to stand next to his wife. After a brief pause, the two of them left the family room and Logan heard the front door open and then shut a few moments later. We twirled the thong around his fingers and waited for the next scene to begin.
Erin decided that the only thing better than a four day school week was a three day weekend. Even better, it was still the beginning of the weekend- no need to worry about homework yet! That meant Erin could spend a lazy afternoon playing Monopoly with her little sister, Aileen. They had set up the game on a short end table in the game room and they each sat on the floor, facing one another across the square. The six-year-old was currently trading money from the “bank” to get change after landing on one of Erin’s properties.
“Hey,” Erin’s eyes narrowed. She pointed a finger accusingly at Aileen, who looked up, startled. “You can’t get six twenties for one hundred.”
Aileen glared at the bigger girl and put her hands protectively over her multicolored money. “I didn’t!”
“Did, so!” Erin held out her hand with all the authority of a big sister. “You didn’t have any twenties before. Let me count ‘em.”
“No!” Aileen hurriedly gathered up the strips of paper and hugged them to her chest.
Annoyed now, Erin got to her knees and quickly crawled around the small table. In an effort to keep the money away from her, Aileen rolled onto her back. Erin crawled on top of the smaller blonde girl, pinning her in place. Aileen screamed in frustration, as little girls are wont to do. Erin ignored her.
“Mom and Dad are gone,” the older girl informed her sister, ripping the money out of her tiny hands, “So it doesn't matter if you scream.”
Money in hand, Erin retreated to count it. She had just determined that there were, in fact, only five twenties when Aileen reached up and knocked the Monopoly board off of the table. Erin shrieked, although the board game did not come close to hitting her. She dove at her little sister and began wrestling her into submission. It was at this point that Lucas and Diana returned home.
The front door open and both sisters froze guiltily, although the game room was not in direct sight of the front door. By the time Lucas and Diana entered the game room, the Monopoly board had been righted and the girls faced each other innocently, content to ignore the fact that the money, cards, and player tokens were still strewn around the floor.
Erin and Aileen braced themselves for questions that never came. Both Mr. and Mrs. Barringer looked around a little confusedly, as if needing a moment to remember their own house. Then they noticed the girls and they came alive as if a switch had been flipped. They focused on their daughters so intently that they might not have even noticed the game pieces scattered around the carpet.
“Erin, Aileen,” Mr. Barringer began in a flat voice. “You need to go to the new neighbor's house now.”
“Huh?” the girls chorused, their coverup forgotten.
“His name is Logan,” Mrs. Barringer said in the same slightly hollow tone that her husband was using. More encouragingly, she explained, “He has Easter presents for you two.”
With that, the battle was half one. Aileen may still be shy around strangers, but if there was one thing that would help her get past that, it was the promise of presents.
Erin took a little more convincing. “Why do we have to go? Why didn't he just give them to you to give to us?”
Mr. Barringer adopted a firmer tone, falling back into the role of a father. “We did not ask for your opinion, Erin.”
To soften the blow, Mrs. Barringer added, “You should be happy to get to meet Logan. He is a wonderful painter.”
“Fine,” Erin gave in, only a little sullenly. She had thought about becoming a painter when she grew up and was now curious to meet a real one. She got up from the floor and marched out of the room with Aileen trailing behind her. Just so her parents would not think she wanted to do this, Erin made sure to slam the front door closed harder than necessary.
Erin rang the doorbell at the neighbor's house. Aileen, shy as usual, stood slightly behind her sister and fiddled with the folds of her dress. A man opened the door and Erin, suddenly shy herself, fumbled for something to say.
Luckily, the man broke into a friendly smile when he saw them. “Ah, you must be Erin. And is that Aileen I see hiding back there?”
A little embarrassed, Aileen stepped away from her sister. After a brief look at the man's face, she kept her eyes firmly on the ground. As the big sister, Erin stepped into the leadership role and confirmed for the man that they were the Barringer's daughters.
“Well, I'm glad to meet you,” the man held out his hand, which Erin shook tentatively. “You can call me Logan. Come on in; I have your presents in the family room.”
Erin stepped forward. Between the handshake and being allowed to address an adult by his first name, she was feeling very grown up, so it would not do to appear hesitant. Aileen, spurred by the renewed hope of presents, followed closely. Logan closed the door and led the way into the family room.
The girls followed Logan's gesture towards a small couch and sat close together with their legs dangling over the edge. Logan crossed the room to an armchair which was currently seating an old shoebox. He lifted the lid and fumbled with its contents for a minute before withdrawing two large ceramic eggs. He walked over to the girls and offered an egg to each of them.
Aileen accepted hers with a barely audible obligatory “thank you” which was half-hearted at best because her gift was neither edible nor cuddly. Erin gave a more convincing, though no more sincere, thanks when receiving her own egg. Logan laughed and returned to the armchair, moving the shoebox so that he could sit. At this non-threatening distance, he said, “I know they don't look like much, but those eggs are magic.”
Aileen gasped and looked down at her egg, which more than filled her small hands. Erin scoffed. Without thought to her younger sister's innocence, she informed Logan that there was no such thing as magic.
Logan widened his eyes, as if in disbelief. “I painted these magic eggs myself. You just have to look at them closely.”
Aileen, who was already looking at her egg closely, brought it closer until it almost hit her in the nose. Erin, with one more suspicious glance at Logan, looked down at her egg as well and held it up to her face.
“See how the colors are swirling together?” Logan asked the children, who nodded slowly. “Keep looking at them. If you follow the brush strokes you'll see they go on for ever and ever.”
The colors did seem to go on forever. Erin and Aileen squinted at their eggs. The flowers and rabbits, which had originally seemed so clear, began to blur into a sea of color. Somehow every hue seemed to be shifting, pulling their minds in a dozen different directions until they lost track of everything. Everything, that is, except Logan's voice. His words were like their ship in the sea, or perhaps an anchor dragging them down its depths. In any case, they clung to his instructions as he laid out new lives for them. They were more than the silly girls that they had been when they came to him. Now they were his slaves. It was only natural that they obeyed him because slaves always obeyed their masters. Erin and Aileen nodded along as Logan's commands rooted deep within their minds.
“Now girls,” Logan concluded, “I want you to put your eggs aside and look at me. It is time for you to be good slaves.”
Together, Erin and Aileen put their eggs next to them on the couch and looked over at Logan as if they had been pulled by strings. They remained still, exhibiting no discomfort as the silence lengthened.
“Where to begin?” Logan mused out loud. He appeared visibly relaxed, and a good deal more menacing, since the girls' induction. “Erin, go ahead and take off your shirt.”
Erin gave an absent nod, and without getting off of the couch, pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She leaned back against the couch, now wearing only her loose jeans.
“Aileen, suck on one of Erin's nipples.”
Aileen, who had not moved during her sister's spontaneous undressing, twisted on the couch until her face was level with Erin's chest. She took the closest nipple between her lips and sucked it into her mouth like one would suck from a bottle. Erin had not begun to develop, but her nipple was puffy enough that Aileen did not have much trouble. Her task became more difficult, though, because Erin's nipple, now slick with Aileen's saliva, began slipping out of her mouth. For over a minute Aileen dutifully kept sucking the nipple back into her mouth, accompanied by arousing squelching sounds.
“That's enough, Aileen,” Logan finally called a stop to the nipple play. Aileen resumed her sitting position. Logan leaned forward enough to see Erin's nipple puckering slightly as its slickness made it sensitive to the surrounding air.
“Erin, be honest, have you ever played with your, erm, vagina?” Logan asked.
Erin nodded calmly, “Yes. More lately.”
“More lately? That's good, you're growing up,” Logan said absently, an idea forming in his perverted mind. “Take off your pants and underwear and show me.”
Obediently, Erin unzipped her jeans and bucked her hips to slide them under her butt and down her legs. Her blue panties quickly followed and she shook them off of her ankles, still sitting. She relaxed back on the couch, fully naked now, and spread her legs a little bit. With her right hand, she began rubbing the outer folds of her pussy. She did not seem entirely sure of what she was doing but she did have a gentle rhythm in her movements.
Logan took a moment to unzip his own jeans, which had grown uncomfortably tight, and let his shaft swell upwards to greet the sisters. Neither girl looked down from his face as the organ pulsed. Chalk a point up for magic egg mind control.
“Aileen,” Logan addressed the younger girl, “Leave your panties on the couch and come over here.”
Unlike her sister, Aileen stood up to take her panties off. Her dress allowed her to easily reach up and slide the underwear down her thin legs. Logan noticed with a detached interest that the panties had a pink-and-white stripe design that closely resembled the patterns on her dress. Aileen dropped her panties on the spot where she had been sitting, and without a trace of her former shyness, walked over to stand in front of Logan. Without getting up, Logan reached over and lifted Aileen onto his lap. The small girl still gave no reaction, even as he adjusted her legs to straddle his cock. As if she was a doll, Logan hiked Aileen's dress up to her hips and slid her so that he bare pussy rested against his member.
Logan looked over at Erin, who was still rubbing herself and watching him, as if aroused at the sight of her sister getting molested. That, of course, was the scene Logan wanted to create, so he told her, “Erin, pick up Aileen's panties with your free hand and hold them up to your nose. Sniff deeply so that you can smell your sister's scent.”
Erin did as she was told, pressing the fabric against her nose as she stroked her pussy. Logan lifted Aileen's unresisting arms over her head and pulled her dress off as if to arouse Erin further. Of course, Erin would not actually find her sister arousing, but to Logan it was the sentiment that counted.
The two naked sisters now faced each other across the room and Logan considered what to do next. Unfortunately both girls were too small for sex. Logan had hopes when Mrs. Barringer told him her eldest daughter's age, but he could now see that Erin's pussy was not developed enough yet to accommodate his cock. Logan idly traced patterns across Aileen's bare skin with his fingers, eliciting shivers from the small girl. Finally, he made up his mind.
“Aileen, I want you to start rubbing me like this.” Logan guided Aileen's hands with his own, firmly encircling his cock, which was still nestled against her pussy. He practiced the stroking motion with her several times before letting her continue on her own. Erin continued watching them and touching herself, seemingly indifferent to her little sister's education in the art of hand jobs.
Aileen, at Logan's direction, squeezed his cock tightly and moved faster. By now Logan was breathing shallowly and grimacing with the effort of prolonging his arousal. He reached around Aileen's small arms to lightly pinch her nipples and imagined that she was getting wet from excitement, although he knew she was not since her pussy was still wedged against his member. After a few minutes, Logan looked over at Erin, who was still obediently playing with herself. That did it. Logan blew his load, sending strings of cum up across Aileen's body. Aileen tried to keep going with Logan's deflating cock until he stopped her. He lifted Aileen off his lap and stood her on the floor next to his chair.
Logan called Erin over to him. She stopped touching herself and got up off of the couch. Logan directed her to kneel in front of him, which placed her blank face little more than a foot away from his spent cock. Next, Logan told Erin to lick his cock clean and swallow whatever cum she gathered. Erin reached out to hold Logan's cock in place and then leaned forward and began licking the excess cum as she would stray drops of ice cream from a melting cone.
While enjoying that pleasant sensation, Logan returned his attention to Aileen, who had stood patiently waiting for her next command. Logan's cum was beginning to slide down her body, and he thought that it would be a shame to waste it. So, Logan told Aileen to use her hands to scoop the cum off of herself. Logan told her to then rub it into her sister's vagina, without putting her fingers in too deep. Aileen nodded and began running her hands along her chest and stomach, gathering the streams of cum. She knelt behind Erin, whose position had resulted in her ass being thrust back as she had leaned forward. With the skill of a fingerpainter, Aileen dabbed the cum that she had collected into and around Erin's pussy. Once she was done, Aileen wiped her hands clean on Erin's ass.
Logan stopped Erin, not only because she had mostly cleaned him off but also if she kept going much longer he might forget himself and try to fit his cock into her undeveloped pussy. He stood up, and between words and touch, arranged them in the 69 position on the floor. Each sister hiked up her upper leg so that the other would have easy access to her pussy. Noticing that the cum on Erin's pussy was starting to slide, Logan had them begin immediately. Each girl buried her head between her sister's legs and got her first taste of pussy. Aileen ended up getting a mouthful of the same cum she had so recently cleaned from her own body. Erin, whose had just licked Logan's cock, actually ended up smearing some cum against Aileen's clean pussy.
Logan went into his kitchen and thumbed through a neighborhood directory that had been thoughtfully provided by the Homeowners Association. He found the Barringer's number and typed it into his cell phone. On the third ring, Mrs. Barringer answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Diana, this is Logan,” Logan spoke in the low and deliberate voice that he had used for the woman's induction. “I need you and Lucas to come back over to my house.”
“Alright Logan,” Diana said placidly, reverting to obedience.
“Put Lucas on the phone,” Logan instructed. There was a pause and some indecipherable noise before Logan heard Mr. Barringer's breathing.
“Lucas,” Logan said in the same slow voice, “you and Diana need to come back to my house. Oh, and don't forget to bring the eggs I gave you.”
“Sure thing Logan,” Lucas agreed.
Logan ended the call. He walked back to the family room where the sisters were still mindlessly slurping. He pulled them apart and sat them back on the couch, ignoring their clothes which were still scattered across the floor. He placed each girl's egg in her lap and they both instinctively bowed their heads to look at the entrancing paint once again.
Logan nudged first Erin then Aileen, but neither gave a response, which was only to be expected. After the first verbal induction, Logan's targets knew what to look for in the carefully-crafted works of art and no longer needed prompting to fall back into a trance. The longer they stared at the paint, the further they would fall under its sway and the more complete Logan's control would be.
The doorbell rang. Logan left the girls in the family room and opened the door with none of the shyness that he had displayed before. Lucas and Diana stood waiting on the front porch with their eggs clutched in their hands. Logan did not bother with a greeting this time. He instructed them to turn their attention to their eggs. Without hesitation, they both lifted their gifts up to their faces and quickly lost themselves in the whorls of color. Logan pulled on their clothes and they stepped forward unresistingly into the house. Logan closed the door and guided the Barringers to the family room and ordered them to sit down on the floor in front of the small couch where the girls were still sitting. The sisters did not look up from their eggs when their parents entered the room, and the parents likewise kept their attention on their own eggs. Logan resumed his customary place on his plush armchair and wondered offhandedly if Lucas and Diana even noticed that their daughters were naked.
“Listen carefully, everyone,” Logan began. “Erin's and Aileen's pus- vaginas are too small right now. As my slaves, they need to be able to fit my co- penis. Diana, you will help your girls each day by sticking bigger and bigger things into their vaginas... start with pens and work your way up. In a few weeks they should be able to fit a penis inside of them. Lucas, you will be the final measure. When Diana thinks that the girls are ready, you will try fitting your penis. Don't cum or anything, just try to fit it in. If you can, call me right away and let me know that they are ready for me. I will come over to your house or I may invite you all over here to give me progress reports. Now that I have your entire family as my slaves, you do not have to hide it when I am there or any of you come over here. If anyone else is around, though, you should act like everything is the same as it was before. Understand?”
The entire family nodded, eyes still focused intently on their respective eggs.
Logan continued, “Erin and Aileen, when everyone looks up from their eggs, you two will get dressed again. Leave your panties here, though. I always keep the underwear from my first encounters. Then your whole family will go home and start working on Erin and Aileen.”
Logan swept his gaze across his new neighbors, his attention lingering on the naked girls, and decided that this was indeed a Good Friday.