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Sixteen Candles
Part Six
“”ggnmmphh!?!” Hanna grunted part astonishment, horror and complete disbelief.
Her son looked back at her, showing a total lack of concern or unease about his mother’s bizarrely restrained condition. If anything, his eyes blazed with lust. Lust and POWER!
Hanna went ballistic. She flew into a frenzied struggle with her bonds , all the while trying to communicate at the same time. She hummed and harrumphed, ordering him to let her go this instant! Rather than snapping out of it, James instead, looked rather amused by it all. After a few minutes, whatever reserves the blonde had left were completely spent. She had nothing to show for it but a badly bruised crotch, a restrained body bathed in sweat and a head swooning with shock and oxygen debt.
“nnnnghh?!?” The mother’s gasping moan had a decidedly questioning ring to it.
“Why, Slave?” James mocked. “Well, I’m sure there’s something Oedipal about it, but the real truth is, you’re still one hot bitch. I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out since before I got my first pubic hair.”
“And now you’re all mine.” James said as he moved closer.
He ran his hand down Hanna’s naked thigh, triggering a shudder through his mother’s body. The woman who bore him, hardly recognized the man who stood before her. Her head spun, the events of the evening too surreal to comprehend. Her husband murdered, she and her daughter ruthlessly bound and kidnapped. And all of this done by her brother-in-law and her own SON! She wished insanity would sweep her up and carry her to a world of blessed ignorance. It was a wish never to be granted. Her wide blue eyes locked on Eric’s face as he spoke again.
“You see, cunt,” her brother-in-law explained (At that moment, Hanna did not know then, that she would not hear her name uttered again for a very long time).
“I first noticed James had potential as a Slaver when he was 12. He has not disappointed me, showing an appetite and aptitude for domineering women.”
“Over the past seven years, I have taught him all there is to know about breaking and training the lesser of the species. I bet you didn’t know about all those high school and college girls he’s bound, tormented and disciplined.”
Eric paused to look in his sister-in-law’s expressive blue eyes. It was clear she hadn’t had a clue.
“No, I didn’t think so. Thus testament to his mastery of the craft. I dare say it is second only to myself. NONE of those women he controlled and defiled ever confided in another living soul, the demeaning things done to them, so complete was his hold over them. You, my pet, will be but another in a long line of conquests, groveling at his feet and wishing nothing but to serve him.”
Hanna wanted to lash out, scream at them, anything to let them know what utter madness this was. But she hadn’t the strength. She perched there, unable to fight, or argue, or even topple over. Never had she felt so completely helpless.
“I’ll leave you alone for a while, pet.” Eric said, “To ponder the new task that lie before you. MASTER James will be along later to collect you and begin your training as his slave. I offer one bit of advice. Obey EVERY command as if your life depended on it. For that is, very much the case.”
Eric reached up to secure the blindfold, then paused.
“Know this.” He said. “The person you woke up as this morning, no longer exists. She is nothing but a memory. Forget her. You are nothing but an object now, a vessel in which to dispense pleasure and receive pain. Nothing more.”
The blindfold closed over Hanna’s eyes, her whine not thwarting the darkness that enveloped her. Eric’s voice boomed in her head, just before the white noise assailed her yet again.
“And now I must perform the sad duty of notifying the authorities, that my dear brother lie slain in the entranceway to his fine home, no doubt the victim of his lovely, yet mentally unstable wife. Unfortunately, I have no idea the whereabouts of the homicidal Hanna Kinkaid.”
“Even more worrisome, It appears that Hanna has taken my dear, sweet, innocent young niece, Holly, as hostage. I fear the worst for the beautiful girl, who just today celebrated her sixteenth birthday.”
Eric’s tone switched after delivering the prepared monologue, to one of pure lechery.
“And now,” he all but purred, “I must introduce myself to my own little fucktoy.”
The electronic static thundered through Hanna’s head once more, pulverizing her thoughts into a kaleidoscope of splintered ideas. She could not have felt more isolated walking on the moon. Her strongest emotion was a maternal one. Almost in unison, Hanna wondered how she could have lost her son to such an evil disposition. At the same time, she pondered how to save her daughter from these “strangers” she thought she knew. But how, when she was unable to free herself? Her powerlessness was vexing.
Making matters worse, she seemed to notice the heat cast off from the fireplace behind her, for the first time. It made the cloying grip of the inflexible latex and leather restraints seem that much more stifling. Inside the straight jacket and latex sheath, the climate had taken on the atmosphere of a steam bath. Once more, but with little fortitude, she twisted against the double-layered restraints. Nothing. She flexed her involuntarily spread legs. Ditto. Hanna tried to tell herself to be strong, but could not stop the flow of tears which exacerbated the clammy interior of her helmet.
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