 Strange Days

 By Loki925 (Fg/m, b/d, inc)

This story is a work of pure fiction and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

Dixon was fifteen years old and had narrowly avoided the military academy his father wanted to send him to. He avoided it because his father remarried some young tart and died on his honeymoon. Dixon knew his father was into young girls. He always thought because of his dad's heart condition, and his excessive use Viagra, which he wasn't supposed to be taking, that one of the young tarts would be too much for his heart. 

Dixon was not happy that his father had died, he was just happy that he would not have to follow in his father's footsteps by going to a military academy. His father's favorite thing to say was, "Discipline son is the key to successful life. Master yourself and you can master the world."


Although Dixon's father was dead his life did not improve. His father named his sister Hilda as the executor of his very large estate. When he first met Hilda, Dixon thought he had died and gone to heaven. Hilda may have been thirty years old but she was a total fox.
 
However Dixon learned the very first day, although Hilda was a very good looking woman, she was worse than a carbon copy of his dad. He should have expected it because Hilda owned several companies, and never married. She was nearly as rich as his father, but without his father's fixation for younger females.

Hilda ran the house just like his dad did with strict military precision. If he was a minute late for a meal he did not get to eat. What made matters worse was that Hilda doted on his nine year old sister Melissa while giving him a hard time. To escape Hilda's glaring eyes just like he did when his father was alive, Dixon stayed in his room as much as possible. 

While he was in his room the thing he liked to do best was read science fiction. It was almost 8 p.m. and Dixon had just finished reading a rather short science fiction novel. He was disappointed. While the story was somewhat interesting he felt it was just not possible for humans to have telekinetic mind control powers.

He also thought the characters in the story were just a rip off of the Star Wars Jedi. 'Mind power yeah' he thought, 'if I had that my life would be really simple.'
  
He stretched out on his bed and as he often did he looked up at the ceiling. 'What to do first if I had mind powers,' he thought. 'First I'd make my aunt strip, but that was too simple. What about making her beg me to let her kiss my feet? Na', 'he thought, 'what good would that do?'

Perhaps he would have her hang around in her bra and panties, now that was an interesting idea. Yeah! and make her call him master!
He closed his eyes and could almost see her----

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His vision was suddenly interrupted by someone knocking on his door. He groaned and said, "Come in."

The door opened and his aunt, standing in her bra and panties said, "Master do you need my services this evening, or would you prefer Melissa to service you this evening?"

"What The Fu---," Dixon cut himself short. He had never used the word 'Fuck' in the house before. He knew if he did it would get him in a heap of trouble. "Master is something wrong?" 

'This can't be real', he thought, but  as he looked at Hilda's sexy body he said to himself, "Even if this is just a dream why not just go with it?"  

He gazed upon her barely covered body and said the same words both Hilda and his father used on him, "Discipline Hilda, you need Discipline!"

"Yes Master. Shall I get the devices?"

Even though he still believed he was dreaming, and he had no idea what the heck the devices were, he gruffly answered, "Immediately!"

"Yes Master." Hilda meekly replied and turned, but stopped when Dixon ordered, "And bring Melissa when you return."

"Yes Master."

Dixon smiled as he watched Hilda's panty covered ass moving invitingly as she walked out of his room. Believing he was dreaming, and would be awake soon, he did not expect her to return. 'What a crazy dream,' he thought and  smiled as he leaned against the bed post. 

He was still smiling when his aunt followed by Melissa dressed only in a pair of pink panties walked back into his room. 'Damn!' he thought, 'am I still dreaming or what?'

He had always wanted to see his very pretty sister naked and now here she was standing with Hilda who was only wearing  a lacy black bra and matching panties. His cock almost jumped out of his pants, when Hilda meekly asked, "Shall I take my position Master?"

'This has got to be a dream' he thought, but like before if it was he certainly did not want to wake up. "Immediately!" he commanded.

He watched as Hilda handed his sister a box. He had no idea what was in the box, the only thing he was really looking at was his aunt. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the bedroom floor. His eyes were glued to her firm tits. It was the first time he had actually seen a real pair of tits. They were not as big as he thought they would be. He had also expected his sister to have some kind of breast growth, but her chest was a flat as his was. He guessed that had something to do with  the  bras they were wearing, but it really did not matter. 

He wanted to jump off the bed and touch Hilda's tits, but as he tried to move he felt like every inch of his body was glued to the bed.  'Damn!' he almost shouted. He would have tried to struggle, but Hilda's hands were on her panties and she was pushing them down. He stopped trying to move and focused on her crotch. It seemed to him like Hilda was moving in super slow motion. It was almost proof positive he was dreaming, but if so he definitely did not want to wake up.   

Agonizingly, fraction by fraction, Hilda pushed her panties down. He felt like hours had passed before he finally got a glimpse of her pubic hair.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity Hilda's fully developed pussy was in his full view. It looked just like the ones he had seen in his well hidden girly magazines, but those were only photos; this was the real thing.

Again he tried to move, but again every inch of his body felt like it was glued to his bed.  All he could do was watch as Hilda got on her hand and knees. She lowered her head to the floor and raised her ass. Her inviting slit was sandwiched between her legs.

"Damn!" Dixon whispered. Then he heard Melissa say, "Your tools Master."

He turned toward Melissa and saw her holding the box. In the box he saw a riding crop, a ball gag, a white coiled rope, a black hood, a large red candle, a gold lighter, and a large barbed dildo.  Dixon was conflicted.

Still if this was a dream then he could do anything he wanted, without actually hurting anyone. Without any further thought he reached for the riding crop. It had a round wooden handle with a large wooden ball at one end and a small nasty looking whip at the other end. Strange he did not think why he could actually move now, but it was only a dream wasn't it? And strange things happened in dreams didn't they?

He also dismissed the fact that he had never been disciplined with corporal punishment. But he had always taken extra precautions in order to stay out of trouble. Dixon flicked the riding crop. The sound it made chilled his bones, but then it was only a dream.
 
He got off the bed and flicked the riding crop again. Then as if the second flick was some sort of signal he heard Melissa say, "Master shall I bind her?" 
 
Without any thought he quickly answered "Yes and make it tight!"

"Yes Master."

If what had already happened was strange, what he was watching now was even stranger. Melissa tied Hilda up like she had done it a thousand times. She started by putting the rope through a loop that was on one end. She put the loop around Hilda's neck. She then drew the rope down and around Hilda's waist looping it and forming another noose around Hilda's waist.  

She took the rope down Hilda's back, then tied it tightly to Hilda's left thigh. She lead the rope back up Hilda's left thigh and looped it back on itself. She then drew the rope to Hilda's right thigh and tied it tightly. 

Dixon could hardly believe that  Melissa could tie a rope as tight as she did, but to do it in such a fashion boggled his mind. He also noticed that if Hilda moved the slightest bit she would choke herself. 

Melissa then put the hood over Hilda's head and laced it tight. He noticed that the hood covered all of Hilda's face except for her mouth. Next Melissa ruthlessly shoved the ball part of the gag into Hilda's mouth. 

He had never seen his sister being so cruel. She was a prissy little girl who would not even swat a fly. Now she looked like a medieval dungeon master about to torture some helpless person into confessing to whatever she wanted to hear. Melissa finished tightly tying the ends of the ball gag at the back of Hilda's neck. 

He was already in shock, but was totally astounded as Melissa took the large dildo and viciously shoved half of it into Hilda's ass. She then turned to him and asked, "May I light the candle Master?"   

It was then that he noticed several large pink welts dotting his younger sister's chest. He also noticed several large spots on her chest that were peeling like she had been sunburned. He had no doubt that it was hot wax, and not sunburn that caused the blotches. He looked at her and snarled, "Do it and be quick about it." 

Why he was being so cruel he did not know. It just seemed to fit this weird dream he was having. He was strangely becoming very comfortable playing his part in this---in this fantastic dream. He noticed his sister was now trembling as she tried to light the candle.

She looked like she needed a stroke of his riding crop. He drew the crop back and struck his sister across her back. She screamed "Youch!!!!!"

"Get it lit," he snarled.

"Yes Master." she meekly replied with tears in her eyes.

Dixon thought nothing about her tears, he found that he actually wanted to hit her. He still believed it was a dream, and was not really causing his sister any pain.  However it did trouble him even if it was a dream that he was so willing to cause her pain. It was a true contradiction with himself.

Melissa tried again to light the candle, but failed. Finding it much easier he struck her again. It took Melissa five tries before she was able to light the candle and for each miss Dixon lashed her. He actually smiled at the five bright pink stripes he had put across his sister's back.

As Melissa placed the candle on the night stand, he turned his attention back to his aunt. The dildo sticking out of her ass looked painful, but as he surveyed her sex mound he noticed something different about vaginal slit. It looked puffy, almost swollen. He took a closer look and for a few seconds he was dumbfounded.

He had no real life experience looking at a female's vagina.  All he knew is what he had learned in his health education class. Basic stuff about sperm and egg. What he was looking at was far from basic. He decided to touch Hilda's pussy. He reached his left hand toward her vaginal lips.

He extended his index finger and placed it between her slit. His cock was already on the verge of spiting semen and touching her only made it worse. He moved his finger between her slit and found it to be strangely slick but sticky at the same time. He drew his finger back as he did he heard his sister say, "Master may I attend your cock?"  

"Im---Im---Immediately he stammered!"

He had no idea what she was about to do, but it had to be better than cumming in his pants. Melissa knelt at his feet. She put her hand on his zipper and pulled it down. His stiff cock popped out of his shorts and through his opened zipper.

He could hardly believe his own eyes as his sister opened her mouth. She took his cock in one hand and guided it to her open mouth. She closed her mouth around his cock and began to suck it. He knew what the words 'cock sucker' meant, but to actually have his cock in his sister's mouth was more than he could handle. 

"SUCK IT!" he shouted as his semen shot into his sister's mouth.

The fact the he believed he was still dreaming did not matter anymore. His orgasm was the best he ever had, and he got his cock sucked by his sister. What could be better? Whatever conflict he may have had was over. He repeated to himself "Don't wake up; sleep...sleep...sleep."

Strangely his cock did not shrink as it did whenever he had a chance to masturbate. Then he was met with a barrage of his own questions. Should he let Melissa continue to suck his cock? Or should he fuck Hilda? Or--or--or; on and on his thoughts went. 

Then he remembered about his finger. He definitely wanted to find out about that. He shouted, "Did I tell you to keep sucking my cock?" 

His sister took her mouth off his cock and soulfully answered, "No Master." 

He rubbed his fingers together, but they were now dry. He looked at his finger, but there was nothing on it, at least that he could see. He briefly thought about smelling his finger, but quickly dismissed that thought. Yet as he dismissed it, he found his finger moving toward his nose as if he had no control over it.

When his finger was just below his nose he took a good whiff. He expected it to smell like piss but it didn't. It had a slight earthly smell with a bit of musk. There was something else, but he could not make it out. He decided to get a better sample of whatever it was between his aunt's crack.

He extended his finger and ran it up and down Hilda's slit. As he rubbed his finger between her pussy lips he could hear her making low guttural sounds through her ball gag. The sounds were not of pain; it sounded more like she  was enjoying what he was doing. 

Dixon questioned himself, 'Was it possible that girls could cum too? If they could why would they need men? No, if girls could cum then it could not be like a man's semen. It had to be something entirely different. Some kind of female fluid, now that did make sense. If girls' pussies got slick which they obviously did, then it would be a whole lot easier for men to fuck them; and if they could cum that would be a very valid reason for girls to become sluts. Yes he reasoned, girls could cum too.'

He was proud of himself for drawing such an interesting conclusion. He also reasoned that pain could cause a girl to cum too. But he had to test that idea and in his right hand was the testing instrument. He raised the riding crop and whipped Hilda's fully exposed butt.

Keenly listening to her muffled sounds he gave her five hard strokes. Then noting the difference in the sounds she made he rubbed the round wooden part of the crop between her vaginal lips. To be sure he repeated the process several times. Each time he repeated the process he noticed that the crop was becoming very slick with what could only be called girl pre-cum.

He had proven his conclusion, but was not finished whipping Hilda's ass. To definitely be sure he was right on all accounts, Hilda had to cum. Before he continued he turned to his sister and gruffly said, "Get rid of those panties."

"Yes Master." she replied and quickly skimmed off her panties. 

He took full note of the differences between Melissa's younger, totally hairless slit and Hilda's fully developed pussy. The differences were subtle, but the one that attracted him the most was that Melissa's pussy was much smaller. He decided if this dream lasted long enough he would fuck her first. 

Roughly he jammed the round part of the crop between Hilda's slit. With all the strength he could muster he moved the crop back and forth. As he forced Hilda to ride the crop he noticed her body was beginning to tremble. 

He was more than reasonably sure she was about to have an orgasm, an orgasm she should have to pay for. He withdrew the crop and lashed Hilda's glowing pink butt. As he lashed her, he could no longer see the marks the whip made.  Her ass cheeks were now nothing more than a globular pinkish red glowing mass.

He could hear her muffled cries of pain parted by her stronger blocked voice of pleasure. He drew the crop back, snarled, and was about to whip her ass again when he heard Melissa plead, "Master please."

Glancing at Hilda's fully red ass he turned to his sister knowing he had gone too far. He knew he should have thanked his sister but instead he growled, "You will burn for this."

"Yes Master, burn me." she meekly replied.

He expected tears, but he swore he saw a half smile. This dream was now insane, but he was totally lost to it. He turned back to Hilda, turned the crop around and shoved the round bottom part into Hilda's cunt. He could hear loud muffled cries of shock and pleasure.

He was not shocked that Hilda was now choking herself, trying to move back in order to get more of the round wooden ball into her fuck channel. He snorted and growled like the demented dream barbarian he had become.  

He took pleasure in Hilda's choking pain and denied her the full penetration he thought she was desperately seeking. Yet he was unknowingly giving her exactly what she needed by pushing the round handle of the riding crop right up against her clit. 

He knew females had a clitoris, but was unsure exactly what it was for. He was totally surprised as he watched Hilda's  body twitching out of control as she choked herself into unconsciousness. She crumpled to the floor dislodging the riding crop from her cunt.

Dixon started to panic thinking he had killed her, but as he saw her breast slowly rising and falling as she took air into her lungs he let out a long sigh of relief. Turning away from Hilda's slumped body he turned his attention toward Melissa.

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Suddenly he found himself  in his room sitting on his bed. He heard some strange noises. Believing he was now awake he decided to investigate. 'Damn what a dream,' he thought as he got off his bed, and walked out of his room. 

The house was dark; only the security lights were lit. He yawned wondering what time it was. Then he heard the pronounced sound of giggles. The sound he heard could have only come from his sister. Her room was on the other side of the very big house, and normally he could not hear anything she was doing in her room, but her giggles were very loud.

He decided to find out what his sister was doing. It took him a few minutes before he was approaching his sister's door. As he walked the last few feet, he could hear Melissa moaning. As he stood in the door way of her room the door was wide open.

He looked in and could not believe what he was seeing. Hilda was completely naked and her head was between his sister's legs. "What the hell!" he shouted.

Hilda turned around and Melissa darted under the covers. "I---I can explain this." Hilda managed to say.

"First tell me what you were doing with my sister?"

"I---I---," Hilda tried to say but was quickly interrupted by Melissa who said, "She was eating my pussy. Only! It was because I asked her to. So There!"

'Why would she be doing that?' was Dixon's first thought, but obviously there was pleasure involved in doing it. All he could do was wish he knew more about sex and girls. He needed more time to think about what he saw, and more time to find out about girls, but he was not going to get either one.

"Dixon, please don't tell anyone about this." Hilda pleaded.

All he could do was answer, "Why not?"

"Because we will both wind up in some foster home." Melissa said in a huff.

"You maybe, but I'll just go to the military academy."

"Sorry Dixon, it doesn't work that way." Hilda replied in a very serious tone of voice.

"Why not?"

"Dixon listen to me very carefully," Hilda said and paused. 

Making sure she had his full attention she continued, "What I have done with your sister is illegal. If you tell anyone I will go to jail, and both of you will become wards of the court."

Dixon was too lost in his own thoughts to see Melissa whisper something to Hilda and to see Hilda whispering back. Before he could even start to get his thoughts organized he heard Hilda say, "Look Dixon, you can fuck both us if you don't tell anyone."

"You can't be serious?"

"I have never been with a boy before, but Hilda has and I want to see if I like boys more than girls." Melissa said.

For some unknown reason he thought, 'That can't be right.' He had heard about girls being with girls, they were called lesbians, and they did not like boys. He guessed that his sister and Hilda were lesbians, however the idea of fucking them both was very compelling.

"Only if I get to fuck both of you whenever I want to." he smugly stated.

"No way!" Melissa strongly stated.

"Once a week." Hilda said.

"We could go on all night. Let's just say three times a week." Dixon stated.

"You're brighter than I thought you were. What do you think, Melissa?"

"Okay as long as he does not bug us, or watch us when it's our turn."

"No problem." Dixon smiled.

"And don't expect us to suck your filthy cock." Melissa stated. However something in the way she was staring at his crotch made him wonder if she might be curious about sucking his cock.

"Don't care; and you're first!" he said, claiming the prize the girls had offered him.

"Alright I guess." Melissa said.

She spread out on the bed and opened her legs. Dixon looked at her small vagina. It was slightly open and he could see just a hint of her pink innards just past her hairless pussy lips. His cock was stiff and he eagerly got on the bed.

He was more than ready to fuck his younger sister, but she was just laying there like a piece of warm meat. She looked up at him and coldly stated, "Well what are you waiting for? You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes I do." Dixon angrily replied.

He got between her wide open legs. He guided his hard cock to her small pink opening. He thrust forward as hard as he could and sank the entire length of his cock into his sister's nine year old pussy. 

Her cunt was much tighter than he thought it would be. The girl whimpered with pain. After a few pleasurable hard strokes into her tight cunt, he came, enjoying the sensation of filling her tight cunt with his sperm. But then as he recovered from that pleasurable experience he realized Melissa was still laying there as if nothing had happened to her, nothing but a little pain. "DAMN!" he shouted, "This sucks!"

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Suddenly he found himself sitting on his bed. He heard Melissa and Hilda's voices. It sounded like they were arguing with each other. He looked up and saw the both of them completely naked standing at the foot of his bed. 

Now he was totally confused. 'Is this still a dream?' he questioned himself, 'Did I only dream what just happened? No, it was too real to be a dream.' 

"Oh good, you're awake." he heard Hilda say.

"Don't listen to her; it's my turn---," Melissa started to say, but was quickly interrupted by Hilda who stated, "No it's not, it's my turn. He fucked you the last time."

"No he didn't. He fucked you in the ass after he fucked me!"

"Ass fucking doesn't count."

"Yes it does!"

Like two children they kept going back and forth, but one of them was thirty years old. Still she was acting like she was no older than nine, maybe less. Dixon had no idea what to make of the new situation he now found himself in. However one thing was clear. 

His aunt and his sister now wanted him to fuck them, so much that they were fighting over him! He was beginning to think he had lost all sense of reality. Whether this was a dream or not, the first thing he needed to do was stop the silly argument between Hilda and Melissa. 
"Enough!" he shouted.

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Suddenly Dixon heard a loud buzzing. He opened his eyes and glanced at his alarm clock; the time read 7:15 a.m. He briefly thought, 'Am I awake, or is this another dream?' He reached for the clock to turn the buzzer off.  But as he touched the button he realized that the clock had never been set.

"What the fuck," he whispered. He looked at the face of the digital clock and just below the displayed time was date and day. It was Saturday. He tried to remember what he did after he put the Sci-fi book he had read down. 

He remembered thinking about what he would do if he could control someone else's mind. Then the strange dreams happened. He began to wonder if his thoughts, or the book he had read, were the cause of his strange dreams.   

Then the door to his room opened. He looked at the door and Hilda walking into his room. She seemed to be totally shocked, and he knew then that it had been something more than a dream. Although he only had a few pieces of his puzzled dreams, he was beginning to believe that Hilda had something to do with it. 

Although he was not totally sure he said, "You're the cause of my dreams aren't you?"

"Yes and I must apologize. I grossly underestimated how strong your mind would be."

"I have gathered that it is possible for some people to have mind control powers, but what 
I don't understand is why you would cause me to have such strange dreams?"

"Yes it is true that there are about 10,000 people out of the seven billion people on the Earth that have telekinetic mind control powers, and you are one of them like your father, me, and your sister."

"That does not answer my question."

"Simply put, there is a trap in having these powers. While some people are rendered totally insane by the voices they hear in their minds, others can master the power. Some of those who master their power use it for good. Some use it for what may be called evil, and some use it to indulge their every whim, like your father did in his later years with young girls."

Dixon laughed, then said, "Sorry, but this seems like something out of Star Wars."

"Yes it does, and I don't blame you for not believing it, but it is very real."

"If it's real I can make you do whatever I want?"

"Well not just yet. I can fight your control, but soon you will be able to make me and your sister your sex slaves, just like in the first dream that you had."

"So it's up to me."

"Yes. Very soon everything that happens in this house and many other things will be up to you. I am hoping you will make  a good decision, but even if you don't, soon I will never know. The choice is yours."

"One last thing. Both I and your sister are more than willing to become your lovers and to get pregnant by you, so you can pass on your powers to your children. Now I will be waiting in your sister's room for your decision."

He watched Hilda turn and walk out of his room. He sat on his bed for some time before he finally decided what to do. He stood up and walked out of his room and into his future..

Now Dixon had made his choice. What decision would you make? The choice is yours. 

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