Anamnesis (c) Chapter Four By Fiction Writer #13 (incest, mother, father, daughter, son, noncon, rape, bond, S&M, enema, whip, pain, D/s, oral, anal, toys, violent, teen, F/m, paranormal) The red light caused the normally simple basement to appear as if hell itself had been opened and the tortured sinners hidden below were put on display for all to see. Only two colors could survive in such harsh lighting, red and black. Everything around Rob was either red or black, or some combination of the two. The effect made it difficult for his eyes to adjust, but once they did the details of this hell on earth were not softened one bit. The air hung heavy with the summer heat of the outdoors, the air conditioning purposely cut off from this room. Rob could smell the sweat and fear of those in the room, its tangy odor biting at his nostrils and bringing tears to his eyes. His mother had opened up her toy chest; the tools of her favorite games lay scattered in all directions. Cat-o-nine tails, canes, lashes, whips, paddles, riding crops... all of her implements of pain plus a few Rob hadn't seen before. Chains, straps, handcuffs, spreading bars and other restraints lay about unused for the moment, but ready should she decide to include them. His mother stood before him, naked and glistening with perspiration in the heat. Her long blond hair matted to her breasts, her eyes wild in the dim light. Around her waist hung the black leather harness, from the center of which hung Grampa, thick and heavy. The massive dildo almost seemed a part of her, angry and ready to strike without warning. Her right hand clenched tightly around the leather grip of her most dreaded weapon of choice, her bull whip. The long, black whip drooped to the floor where the tapered end coiled at her feet like a coiled snake. "See them, Robbie... see what happens when you defy your mommy, your mistress," Helen purred at her trembling son. Rob's eyes traveled across the room to find the horror he had hoped he wouldn't. There, bent over and bound by his ankles and wrists, was his father, his body bent nearly in half over a work horse normally used for his carpentry hobby. Even in the dim light his mother's efforts could not go unnoticed. Dark stripes crisscrossed every inch of his exposed flesh. From his bottom protruded a long hose, the other end connect to a large but now deflated bag. Rob new from experience that she had filled his guts to near bursting with some fluid, he only hoped now that it was water and not something more painful for him to hold. His semi-hard cock pointed to the floor between his widely spread legs. A puddle of cum and seminal fluids pooled on the concrete, evidence of the many orgasms he had been forced to have against his will. His mother could make you cum until it hurt, and then make you cum until you were in agony. Rob could not see his face, but he was sure it was twisted into a grimace of abject misery. "Come and see what mommy did to the little cunt, Robbie." Helen draped the heavy bull whip around her son's shoulders and used it to pull him to the other side of the room. "She cried for the first hour, but she's been quiet ever since I gagged her with your little plastic dick." Robbie watched in horror as his mother pulled aside the curtain that normally divided the rec room from the laundry. Hanging from the exposed rafters by her wrists hung Stephanie's listless body. Her tear stained face clearly showed the amount of pain she had been forced to take. Her head hung motionless, her chin resting against her chest. In her mouth, kept in place by a leather strap, was the dildo molded after Robbie's own cock. It was obviously restricting her breathing to just her nose, her nostrils flaring out with each labored breath. Rob's eyes traveled across his poor sister's body. She too bore the red lines of his mother's whip across her normally unblemished skin. Her breasts were bruised from repeated punishments heaped upon them, her nipples pinched flat by steel-toothed alligator clips. Lower still Rob forced his vision, until he gazed on the site that had given him so much pleasure throughout the years. His sister's neatly shaven pussy no longer was adorned with a landing strip of curly black hair; each hair had been plucked or pulled, leaving the skin red and swollen. Her clit had been pinched by another alligator clip, her labia gripped similarly but with the addition of dangling weights. Buried between her stretched lips protruded the latex testicles of another dildo, this one Rob guessed to be his father's reproduction. Even from where he was standing he could smell that it had been lubricated with a pepper jelly, most likely the habanera oil that his mother had experimented with in the past. In the chilling silence of the basement he could here the dildo still buzzing away inside of her. Helen, smiling with pride at her handiwork, gently pushed Stephanie's shoulder to spin her around, the dangling weights clacking together with even this slightest of movements. Rob could hear a low moan come from his unconscious sister as her body spun around to show him her backside. The cheeks of her bottom were bruised, and in some places broken skin wept trickles of blood. Her anus, abused and torn, remained opened wide. Lube leaked from her battered rectum and ran down the backs of her legs. Thankfully, Rob couldn't see any blood, but he knew it must have been painful none the less. "You should have heard her scream as I put Grampa up her ass. It's a good thing this room has been soundproofed or else all of Miflin would have come running." Helen reached down and stroked her fake cock as if it were her own. "You didn't scream like that, did you baby? You're a good boy. You don't talk back to mommy, do you? You do everything you're told just as you should. You make mommy very happy when you just shut up and do as you're told." Helen turned Rob to face her. "You like making Mommy happy, don't you?" Rob stood motionless, afraid to make a sound. "I asked you a question. Do you like making mommy happy?" Her eyes burned into him. She looked like a wild animal, her hand still fisting her fake cock as if it were really her own. "Yyy... yes, Mommy," Rob managed to stammer out. "Good boy." Her free hand reached out and petted Rob's sandy blond hair tenderly. "Get on your knees and clean off Mommy's cock for her." "Yyyesss, Mom." Rob slowly lowered himself down on to his knees, the cold concrete scraping against his skin. Helen stopped stroking the phallus and lifted it up so that it pointed at Rob. Without a word he parted his lips and allowed her to slide it into his mouth. His senses were assaulted as she moved it deeply into him before withdrawing almost to its head. The thickness stretched his lips wide and made his jaw ache. He could smell and taste both his sister and his father on the massive toy, a combination of sexual fluids and sweat dancing on his tongue. It wasn't long until the left over pepper oil began to set his taste buds afire. The burning helped to take his mind off what he had seen, of what she had done, and might still do to him if he disobeyed her. Helen's pace quickened, both of her hands finding their way to the back of her teenaged son's head. She took hold of his hair, a firm grip, and began to thrust her hips forward with a bit more force. "Yeah... like that... suck my cock... mmm... such a good boy... suck mommy's cock..." Every few thrusts pushed the head of the latex monster into Rob's throat, causing him to gag. His stomach lurched a few times but he was able to keep its contents down by concentrating on breathing through his nose. The peppery lube made his eyes water and his nose run, making it increasingly difficult to time his breaths effectively. Her grip tightened, pulling his hair painfully from his scalp. "So good... such a good little cock sucker you are... my baby... my sweet baby... you make mommy feel so good... yeah... keep sucking me you little whore... suck me all the way in..." Helen pushed her hips out and pulled his head in, forcing the cock all the way down his throat until his nose crushed up against the leather harness. She held him there, first feeling him convulse as his gag reflex kicked in, then feeling him struggling to pull himself free after realizing that he could no longer breathe. "Shhhh... shhhh... It will be okay, baby... just a... a little longer..." she spoke soothingly as his arms pushed on her thighs and clawed at her arms. "Shhh... you're making mommy happy... that's what you want, right?" Rob's head was exploding and his lungs burned with the lack of air. The world around him began to swirl and spin, his strength began to fade. What had begun as a viscous struggle for life gave way to a weak surrender as his arms could no longer be held up. His eyes flickered for a bit before closing, all the while he could hear her still speaking to him... "Shhhhh... It's okay... Quiet now, baby... You're making mommy feel so good... Shhh... shhh... shhh..." and then nothing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Silence... drifting... floating... No where... everywhere... all at once... I am... I am nothing... and... I am everything... all at once... I can see... I can see her... She's within me... I'm within her... we are together... and yet... we are alone... so alone... If only... If only she were with me right now... I would hold her... I would tell her that everything was going to be okay... I would tell her... I would tell her that I loved her... I would say it loud enough for all to hear... I would cry it out from the highest mountain top... Fuck anyone who tells me it's wrong... that I shouldn't feel this way about her... Fuck them all... I know what I feel is right... true... honest... Maybe the only thing I've ever really known is this... I love you, and I always will... SARAH... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The acrid stench sent his sinuses reeling. Rob reflexively pulled his head away from the cracked capsule of smelling salts. His eyes popped open to find his mother, still wearing Grampa and bathed in sickly red light, hovering over him. "Get up off the floor and take your sister upstairs. I'm done with you two... for now." There was no love in her voice as she barked her order. None of the tenderness she had used as she choked Rob with her rubber prick. She was done playing with her toys, grown tired of them, and now they were useless to her. Rob pulled himself off the gritty floor and stood on wobbly legs. His feet splashed in a puddle of his own urine, released most likely as his mind lost the will to live. Silently Rob began to remove the many clips attached to the various tender areas of his sister's still sleeping body as she hung from the ceiling. Even in the poor light he could see the blood rush in to fill her skin where it had been cut off by the clips. He knew that this, the removal of the clips, could be just as painful, if not more so, than when they had been attached. Though still unconscious, Steph's eyes winced in pain, and she groaned when the weights were finally removed from her distended labia. Next Rob slowly and carefully dislodged the dildo from her throbbing vagina. Once pulled free, the liquid it had been holding inside sluiced out and spattered on the hard floor. Rob's nose told him that it was more of the pepper oil, this time mixed with water, which had been filling her womb. Instantly he realized that this was more than likely what his father had been forced to hold in his bowels all of this time. Rob stood up and untied the leather strap holding the dildo in Steph's mouth. Once freed it slid easily from her throat, but set her into a fit of coughing and sputtering as her airway opened to its usual capacity. Rob took a step away from Steph and moved towards his father's motionless body, believing he'd need help with carrying her upstairs. "No." Helen's voice cut the silence like a knife. "I'm not done with him yet." Rob moved back to Steph, putting his shoulder against her slim stomach and wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifted with all of his strength, and thankfully her wrists rose up with the rest of her body and she slipped free from the hook which had been holding her nearly a foot from the floor. No longer supported by the curved piece of steel, Steph's limp torso flopped over his shoulder and her head bounced off of his bare back with a wet slap. The sudden dead weight almost buckled Rob's knees, but he struggled on until she settled into a better position for his task. On his way to the steps he passed by his father and heard him moaning as Helen slowly pulled on his cock. Whether it was from pleasure or pain he couldn't tell, nor did he want to wait around to find out. Despite the heavy burden, he was up the basement stairs and back into the world of color and light that he left behind not so long ago, but had felt like an eternity since he'd seen it. With his foot he kicked the door closed, sealing off the passage back down into hell, but not before hearing the crack of his mother's whip one last time. CRACK! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The hot water thundered down between Steph's feet, filling the bath tub all around her. The warmth soothed Steph's bruised and battered body as Rob tenderly mopped the blood, sweat, and tears from her with a soft wash cloth. Her eyes remained closed for most of his gentle cleansing, but fluttered open as he dabbed at her puffy genitals. She didn't speak, not with words, but her eyes filled up to the brim with fresh tears and she began to quietly sob. "It's okay now, Steph," Rob tried to sooth her. "It's over now. I've got you." Steph's sobbing continued as Rob cleaned the rest of her body with a gentleness that Steph wouldn't have believed possible. She watched as his hands moved over her red marked body, convinced that he must be using some kind of magic to make the pain go away. No one could be so soft and tender as her little brother was at this moment. She was sure that had she attempted to clean her own body, every wound she bore would erupt in agony at her clumsy touch. Not like him. Not like this sweet human being kneeling beside her, his own wounds going untouched and uncared for. She looked upon him with new eyes in her weakened and broken state. He wasn't just her little brother, he was something more. He was loving, and caring. He had come for her, saved her, and was now meticulously cleaning every inch of her skin with the tenderness of a feather's touch. She would never look at him the same way again. Her brother hadn't escaped with her unharmed, it seemed. Steph could see that his knees had been bloodied and scraped, his lips were cracked and dry, wet gray dirt clung to the side of his body, but that wasn't all she could see. She reached over the side of the tub and moved a lock of sandy blond hair from Rob's face. Dried blood ran down from some point above his hairline to just under his chin. Though she didn't know it, nor did Rob for that matter, the wound had been caused when Helen pulled Rob's lifeless mouth off of her cock and dropped him to the hard floor in a heap. Even now there was a spot of his blood drying on the concrete below where his head had struck. "You're hurt." Steph's voice was hushed, her throat still burning from her oral rape. "It's nothing," Rob smiled softly at her. "I hope you don't mind me cleaning you up a bit." Steph slowly shook her head. "No, it's nice. Thank you." "No problem." Rob blushed a little, though he really didn't understand why. "No, really..." Steph place her hand on his wrist to stop his cleaning for a moment. "Thank you. I... I don't think I could have... I don't think I would have felt clean after what they just did to me. I feel... felt dirty inside." New tears formed and fell into the rising water in the tub. "But you... you made me feel clean again..." Rob turned away from her tear filled brown eyes, his face burning red. It wasn't often that he heard his sister speak like this, and never about him. "Really, Steph... It was no problem. I just wanted to help you feel better." "Rob... I'll take you to Highland." Rob turned to face his sister, not believing his ears, and was surprised to see her smiling at him. "Be ready. Have a bag packed. We're going tonight while they are sleeping... and we're not coming back." Her smile slipped away, she was dead serious. "At least I'm not. You can decide what you want to do once we're in Highland, but I'm never coming back here ever again." "What about Dad? I think he would probably..." "Screw that son of a bitch," Steph spat with venom. "But he..." "I said fuck him! He's getting what he deserves. What he wants." Steph's eyes fell to the rising water. "He... he could have helped me. He could have stopped her. But he didn't. He didn't even try." "He couldn't, he... he was tied up like you were," Rob tried to defend his father. "No." She shook her head. "He called me downstairs and held me while she tied me to the ceiling. That mother fucker wasn't tied up until after she was done with me. He just stood there. He just stood there and watched as she raped me. He fucking loved it too. I could see it in his eyes." Steph punched the surface of the water, sending a spray into the air. "He just fucking stood there and jerked off while I begged him... I fucking begged him to help me!" The tears flowed again as she gritted her teeth. "Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck this whole house and everything in it." Steph looked to her brother once again. "Everything except you, Robbie." Rob offered another weak smile. "So... when do you want to get out of here?" "I'll come and get you when it's time. Be ready when I do, we won't get a second chance if she catches us." "Okay." Rob nodded his head. "I'll be ready, but what now?" "Now?" Steph leaned back against the tub and slowly sank into the water up to her chin. "Now I'm going to soak in this hot tub for an hour or two. What you do with your final hours here is up to you, but pack light, we don't want to be slowed down by any luggage." With that she closed her eyes and sunk another inch under water. Rob leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thanks sis. I'll see you later tonight." Rob stood up and made his way back to his room. He opened his closet door to begin packing, only to find that he already had. There, on the floor behind his ice skates and old sneakers, sat his backpack, already packed and ready to go. 'When did I do that?' he wondered while pulling the zipper closed after a quick inspection of the bag's contents. 'I must be losing my mind.' Continued in Chapter Five.... 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