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 Robert 2_2 (Robert Lives)

   This story takes over where "Robert Lives" part 1 left off.  I highly
recommend reading Robert 2_1 first.  This story is about a deviant little
boy that begins his life as a "Master"; with a little help from an old
acquaintance of the family.

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   (mF, ff, Ff, MF, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd)

   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   Robert couldn't stop laughing as he walked home following that first
successful training session with Sandra.  He knew that Vee wouldn't be able
to sleep well until she found out what he had said to the 20-year-old in
order to get her to submit to her training.

   Vee had promised she wouldn't speak to Sandra without Robert's
permission.  However, Robert wouldn't be surprised if she broke the promise
that very night.  He wasn't worried though; he knew Sandra would never
reveal what he had told her.

   To Robert's amazement, Vee actually stuck to her word.  He fast
forwarded through the entire night's recording of the basement and Vee
never once approached Sandra's cage.  Robert didn't want to piss Vee off
too much, so when she asked him again he promised that he would tell her
what he said once Sandra was fully trained.

   While Vee kept her word on this issue, Robert wasn't so sure she would
keep her word in regards to his sister if Robert won the bet.  There was a
small chance she would not try to keep his sister as a sex slave, but he
wouldn't have bet much on it.  This small secret of his might at least
convince her to wait the full 6 months of the bet before double-crossing
him.  By then Vee will have given him a ton of her knowledge; so regardless
of the outcome, he wouldn't go away empty handed.

   Over the days, Robert became rather amazed at Vee's patience.  She just
didn't strike him as a patient person.  Robert knew that Vee was biting at
the bit to get at his 10-year-old sister.  However, she let Jane continue
to do the training until she felt Linda was ready.

   That time finally came exactly 4 weeks from the first day Vee had
babysat Linda.  Robert was sitting in the basement watching a live feed of
the upstairs activities when Vee made her move.  Over the past 4 weeks,
Robert had noticed Vee feeling up his sister from time to time.  No one
else watching would have really paid it much mind though.  Linda never even
seemed to realize what was happening.

   For the most part, they were just minor instances.  You know, like
patting Linda on the butt whenever Vee told her to go into the next room or
something.  Vee would hug her from time to time and even sometimes give her
a quick kiss on the lips.

   The riskiest thing that Robert ever seen her do was give Linda baths. 
Even Linda's mother no longer gave her baths.  But Vee insisted that Linda
take a bath upon arriving from school each day.  She also insisted that
Jane or her supervise Linda's bath.

   "If you hit your head or something and drown I could get sued," Vee
would tell her.

   As much as Linda hated being in the "playroom" with Jane, she hated
their bathroom time even more.  It was almost always in the bathroom that
Jane made Linda do new things.  Jane stuck her pinky up Linda's butt for
the first time there.  Linda's first taste of pussy happened there as well.


   Most recently, Jane was even starting to piss in Linda's bathwater. 
Robert still laughs when he thinks about the look on his sister's face the
first day Jane did that.  Linda looked too disgusted to stay in the water,
yet too scared of Jane's wrath if she were to get out.  So, instead, she
just blushed deeply and continued her bath.

   The truth of the matter was that Linda absolutely loved it when Vee gave
her a bath.  Anything to avoid Jane for a while was a good thing.  Linda
didn't even blink an eye the first time Vee told her to stand up so she
could soap her body.  Linda just stood there without a care in the world as
Vee ran her soapy hands all over her body.  Today's bath, however, was
turning out to be very different.

   "Oh!" Linda suddenly let out when she felt Vee's fingers swipe through
the crack of her ass.

   Vee had often run her hands over Linda's body before.  Linda had become
accustomed to her even soaping up her breasts and rump.  Linda didn't think
it was a big deal, even though those were considered "naughty" places.  But
the crack of her ass?  That was a "very naughty" place.  Linda's mind was
still trying to grasp what had just happened, when the same hand moved to
her belly and then slid down and then across her "no no" place.

   "Mmm," Linda moaned more out of shock than anything else.

   Vee's slippery hand then touched Linda's knee and started to slide up
her inner thigh.  Instinctively, Linda shot her hand down and grasped Vee's
wrist in order to keep it from going any higher.

   "What's the matter Peewee," Vee asked.

   Linda cringed when Vee used the name.  Peewee was a nickname Jane had
given Linda.  Jane used the name whenever she was ordering Linda around
during their "sex games".  Robert realized that this nickname would someday
become Linda's key phrase; just like "Baby K" was his mother's.

   "Nothing," Linda said after a moment.  "I think I'm clean now."

   Linda tried to lower her body back into the water but Vee held her
upright.

   "I'm sorry," Vee said.  "It's not right for me to touch your pussy is
it?"

   Linda blushed.  The blush was partly from the fact that Vee was talking
about the incident, and partly by her use of the word "pussy".  That wasn't
a word people were supposed to use.  Even "vagina" was rather crude.  If
one had to talk about it you just referred to it as your "naughty" or "no
no" place.  Or at least that is what her mother always told her.

   "Maybe it's best if I have Jane give you all of your baths," Vee said
after a moment of silence.

   "No!" Linda quickly replied.

   "You don't understand Peewee," Vee said softly.  "Please don't tell
anyone, but I'm a lesbian.  Do you know what that is?"

   "I think so," Linda whispered as she blushed even deeper.  "You like to
kiss other women?"

   "Something like that," Vee said with a small chuckle.  "But I like to do
more than just kiss them.  Sometimes I like to touch them like I just
touched you.  But it isn't right for me to do that if you don't want me
too. So, since I obviously couldn't help myself, it is just best if Jane
does your baths instead."

   "No," Linda said.  "I want you to do it instead."

   "Are you telling me you want to be a lesbian also?" Vee said.  "It
wouldn't be right for me to touch you unless you did."

   "No...  I mean yes...  I mean, it's okay if you touch me," Linda finally
managed to say.

   Linda would rather have Vee touching her than what Jane was doing to
her. For a moment Linda almost told Vee that Jane was a lesbian also.  That
maybe Vee could touch her instead.  Linda was deathly scared, however, of
what Jane would do if she found out she had told her secret.

   "Are you sure?" Vee asked.  Linda just blushed and then nodded.

   "I'm so happy," Vee said with joy as she leaned toward the bathtub and
gave Linda a big hug.  As they hugged, Vee let her right hand slide down
Linda's back and onto her rear end.  Vee had touched her rump many times in
the past, but Linda knew that this was different.  This is what mommy had
meant by "bad touch".  But what could she do?

   Downstairs, Robert was furiously jacking off his cock as he watched the
live feed.  Kneeling in the standard slave pose in front of him was Sandra.
It wasn't a true slave pose, however.  She wasn't just kneeling there.  She
had a small dildo up her asshole and was slowly riding up and down on it.

   Sandra couldn't see the monitor from her position but she could hear it.
Even after all these weeks, she was still having a hard time understanding
why Robert would get excited seeing his own sister being sexually abused.
Sandra didn't put a ton of thought into it though.  She had many more
important things to think about.

   Right now she was trying to prepare her mind for what was about to
happen.  Robert was standing over her and frantically masturbating his
cock. A few seconds earlier, Sandra had been jacking on his cock instead.
Whenever Robert took over that task it meant he was about to cum.  More
than anything, Sandra wanted to just jump up and run away.  She knew she
wouldn't get far, however, with the cuffs Robert had placed on her ankles.
Robert never let her out of her cage without cuffs on either her ankles
and/or hands.

   "He's going to cum in my mouth and on my face," Sandra kept repeating in
her mind.  Just the thought of it disgusted her.  She may not be able to
escape captivity, but she was certain she could get out of the way of his
cum if she tried.  But she couldn't allow herself to do that.  Not only
would it mean a severe punishment, but also it would mean a step backwards
in her slave training.  She didn't want to become a sex slave like her
sister, Jane, but she had promised Robert she would try.  The hardest part
in all of this was dropping her defenses.  If she didn't drop her defenses
and allow the training to take hold then it would take much longer and she
would have to endure just that much more.

   Becoming a sex slave was a horrible thought.  However, a part of her
almost looked forward to the day she would actually become fully trained.
She knew that once that day came she would be like her sister and wouldn't
mind all these nasty things happening to her.  At least she hoped that is
how it worked.

   Before Sandra could contemplate on why she was willing to allow this
training in the first place, she heard Robert suddenly let out a long moan
above her.

   "Oh god, here it comes," she thought as she shut her eyes, tilted back
her head and opened her mouth.  "I can't believe this is actually
happening."

   Sandra then felt the first blast of Robert's climax slam into her
forehead and begin to slither down her face.

   "Let yourself enjoy it," she started to repeat to herself as she
struggled to hold back her revulsion.

   "No...no...no," suddenly shot through her mind as the next blast of
semen went directly into her mouth.  Still, she continued to will herself
to keep her mouth open and remain still.

   "No...  God, no," she thought as the third, fourth and then final blast
went into her mouth as well.  Her mouth was overflowing with the nasty
smelly mess and she knew she was required to now swallow it.

   As Sandra closed her mouth a large portion of the slimy stuff was forced
over her teeth.  Her cheeks puffed out slightly to make the necessary room
for it.  She wanted to spit it out, but she knew she couldn't.  Hell, she
wasn't even allowed to close her eyes while swallowing the disgusting mess.
So, she did the only thing she was allowed to do.  She looked up at
Robert's face through her tear-filled eyes and swallowed.

   "Swallow" really wasn't a good description.  The cum seemed to want to
stick together as it went down her throat, but it was too big for just one
swallow...  so instead what she really did was guzzle it down.

   She was almost proud of herself when she managed to get it all down
without choking or gagging.  When Robert placed the head of his dick into
her mouth, she even managed to suck out the remaining dregs without making
a face.  Though, the act did still make her blush deeply.

   "Good girl," Robert praised her.  He let her crawl back into her cage
and then removed the ankle cuffs.

   "Tomorrow I might let you remove that dildo from your ass," Robert told
her before she could get up the courage to ask.  "If you feel like going to
the bathroom in the middle of the night you are allowed to do so.  But that
dildo goes right back in the instance you finish.  Understood?"

   Sandra nodded her head as she looked down at the bottom of her cage in
shame.  Half of her shame and embarrassment came from the reference to
using the bathroom.  It was in this area that Sandra actually preferred
Nikki/Vee's treatment.  Other than use her to train Jane from time to time,
Vee had always treated Sandra pretty much like one would a pet.  Sandra was
given food and water each morning and was taken into the bathroom
downstairs twice a day so she could use the restroom.

   However, Sandra was now Robert's pet.  As such, her "upkeep" now fell to
him.  The problem was that Robert normally only visited once a day.  It was
rare, but some days he didn't visit at all.  One time he was gone for two
full days.  Robert would let her use the restroom when he was actually
there.  However, if the timing of his visit was not right, or if he was
simply gone too long, she had to use an empty dog food dish Robert had
provided her.

   When Robert first told her the purpose of the dish she was frightened
that he planned to make her eat anything she placed in it.  She knew Nikki
made Jane do similar unspeakable things.  To Sandra's relief, Robert had
yet to ever make her do this.  Though, it was still extremely embarrassing
to have to present the bowl to Robert each visit so he could dispose of the
waste.

   Sandra's mind snapped back to the present when she heard Robert turn off
the monitor and walk up the steps toward the outer exit.  Sandra knew
better than to scream for help when the outer door opened.  She had tried
that in the past and Nikki had severely punished her...  and of course no
help had ever come.

   For a brief moment she could hear the wind blowing through the trees and
the birds chirping in the distance.  Then, the door shut and all she was
left with was the light patter of her tears landing on the metal floor of
her cage.

   2.

   "He's in the house?  Now?" Robert asked when Karen informed him of Uncle
Jay's visit.  "Why the fuck didn't you tell me he was planning to come by?"

   "He seldom ever tells me when he's stopping by," Karen said in defense.
"It won't be that bad.  You know how his visits go.  He will stay overnight
and then take off and we won't see him again for another 3 to 6 weeks."

   Karen kept her gaze at the floor as a sign of respect for her new
master. She hoped that this small token might help calm her son down.  She
swallowed hard when she realized she had forgotten to actually call him
master.  She prayed he had not noticed.

   "Let me guess," Robert said.  "He's waiting for Linda in her room."

   Karen just nodded.  This was not unusual.  Jay often would wait for
Linda there.  Robert knew that his uncle only did this to avoid contact
with him.  Until recently, he just never fully understood why.

   "Didn't you tell him it would be several hours before she got home from
her babysitter?" Robert laughed.  "Never mind that.  Why don't you just
tell him to take off and to stop coming by.  He only comes here to see
Linda anyway.  It's not like he wants to see me."

   "No!" Karen said and then put her hand over her mouth for a second when
she realized it might have been too loud.  "He would never agree to that."

   "Who gives a shit what he agrees too," Robert said.  "It's your house
and your fucking child; just tell him to..."

   Robert suddenly stopped talking mid sentence.  It was as though his
brain had been putting together a jigsaw puzzle and needed its full
resources to fit the final piece into place.  Karen looked up at Robert
when he stopped talking.  A wave of fear went through her as she watched
the cogwheels spinning inside his head.

   "Holy shit, he's Linda's father isn't he?" Robert said when the final
piece slipped into place and the puzzle's image became crystal clear.

   Karen didn't have to say anything.  Robert could tell by the tears in
her eyes that he was right.  He didn't know if he should feel disgusted,
horny, or angry at this news.  He seemed to feel an equal amount of all
three.  For Robert, however, anger almost always trumped other feelings. 
The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he became.  He couldn't
believe that all these years everyone had been treating him like the damn
anti Christ while Linda was treated like a saint.  And she was a fucking
incest child!  If there had been any remaining doubts about what he was
doing to his mother and sister, they had just been dashed.

   "We were in love," Karen finally whispered as she looked down the hall
to make sure her brother was still behind closed doors.  Though, she knew
it was highly doubtful Jay would come out if he thought Robert was here. 
"Your father and Vee made us have sex with them and many other people. 
However, Jay was the only boy I had ever 'made love' too.  We knew it was
perverted and wrong, even back then.  But we also knew that we had become
soul mates."

   "You are telling me that for over 3 years after being rescued you
willingly kept porking your own brother?" Robert said with a laugh.  "What
a fucking slut."

   Karen knew she deserved the comment, but it still hurt her deeply.  She
began to get an uneasy feeling when she seen Robert's mouth change from a
frown to a smile.

   "If you are really soul mates then I think it's about time you and Uncle
Jay kissed and made up," Robert said.

   "We can't!" Karen said as her face turned white.  "We can't do that! 
Not anymore."

   "You just said you loved each other; that you were soul mates," Robert
said.  "Or was that all a lie?"

   "No, I mean yes...  I mean, we just aren't allowed," Karen struggled. 
"You were too young to remember, but your grandmother, Uncles Jay and
Joseph and I all lived together.  Jay and I tried to hide our activities,
but when I got pregnant it didn't take long for the others to figure it all
out.  Jay and I talked about moving out and getting married under fake
names.  Before we could do anything, however, Joseph ran away.  He didn't
even take any clothes or anything...  he just took off.  There was no way
to know for sure, but we think he was probably in love with me also.  Or,
maybe it was how your grandmother was having a fit about the whole
ordeal... we just don't know.  We do know, however, that his running away,
along with the pregnancy, is what drove your grandmother over the edge."

   Robert just couldn't believe how many skeletons were in his family's
closet.  He had read stories about fucked up families, but his took the
cake.  Robert let his mother jabber on a little about shit he already knew.
Like, how his grandmother tried to commit suicide and ended up in a looney
farm, yadda yadda yadda.

   "Just shut the fuck up," Robert finally said when he realized his mother
might never stop her ramblings.  "I get it already.  You can't because it
will hurt Grandma Beth.  Now that we have that cleared up, get the fuck in
there and do what I told you!  And when I say 'in there' I mean that.  I
want you to fuck him on Linda's bed.  I'm going to sneak around the house
so you better make sure the blinds on her window are open and that you are
doing as you are told.  Do I make myself clear Baby K?"

   "Yes, master," Karen said once her mind cleared.

   No other answer was possible when Robert referred to her by that name.
It wasn't that she was scared to answer something else.  She just, well,
couldn't.  It was a very strange and confusing feeling; she didn't want to
do the nasty things Robert told her, but at the same time she did.  If she
were to create an analogy for it, she guessed it would be a lot like an
alcoholic that absolutely hated the taste of alcohol.  You knew it would
taste disgusting, yet also knew you had to have it.

   Karen felt like she was walking in slow motion as she approached Linda's
room.  Her mind was hazy, yet still trying to run countless simulations of
what possible course of action was needed in order to accomplish her
master's commands.

   "I'm going up to the mall for a few hours mom," Robert said out loud as
he closed the outer door behind him.  He wasn't sure if Uncle Jay had heard
him enter earlier, but this would help his mother assure his uncle that
they had some alone time.

   Once outside, Robert ran around the back of the house to where Linda's
room was.  It was springtime and as luck would have it, there was a small
storm moving in.  It looked to be a good 30 to 40 minutes away, but the
cloud coverage would help him conceal himself outside.  A small tree and
some bushes actually made Linda's window a perfect spot to peep.  Robert's
dick got hard when he realized that maybe other perverts in the
neighborhood had noticed this fact.  He could just imagine them standing
outside this very window masturbating while they watched his innocent
little sister changing clothes or possibly even exploring her own private
parts in curiosity.

   Robert was tall for his age, but he has having trouble seeing into the
window.  He could see his mother and uncle's faces and chests, but wouldn't
be able to see them once they laid down and started getting "busy".  Before
going to look for something to stand on, Robert wanted to first see what
she was telling her brother.  He couldn't hear what they were saying but he
could see Karen's lips.  Robert was no expert at reading lips, but he was
certain he would be able to tell if she used his name.  If that happened
then that would mean that she was probably spilling the beans.

   "Let's have sex you big stud," Robert whispered and then laughed as he
pretended to read his mother's lips.

   "No, let's do it here on Linda's bed.  It will be kinkier that way."

   "Oh, she won't mind the wet spot.  Once I tell her what it is she will
probably want to suck our juices out of the sheets."

   Whatever it was that his mother was saying, it was working.  His uncle
took Karen into his arms and started French kissing her.  Convinced that
everything was going to work out, Robert looked around to see if he could
find something to stand on.  He first glanced toward the back yard.  There
was a very old toy truck of his that would probably work okay.  But before
leaving the window area in order to fetch it he looked down near his feet.
He didn't expect to really find anything useful there, but sure enough
there was a cinder block partially hidden under the bush.

   "Holy shit, maybe someone actually has been spying on my sister," Robert
thought.

   The thought both excited him and concerned him.  What if they were to
come right now and found him spying into his own sister's room?

   "Fuck 'em," Robert whispered.  "Who the hell would they tell anyway?"

   All the same, Robert made a mental note to peek out here from time to
time to see who might be peeping on his sister.  Assuming it wasn't just
his over imagination.

   Robert's mind snapped back to the job at hand when he seen his mother
disappear from view.  He could still see the back of his uncle's head but
was curious where Karen was.  Robert reached down and moved the concrete
block into place.  He then slowly stood on it so he could see further into
the room.  As he rose up he seen his mother was now sitting on the bed
looking up at her brother.  The expression on her face was one Robert had
never seen before.  Yet, he knew exactly what it was.  It was exactly what
Karen had told him, true love.

   She honestly loved him.  It puzzled Robert why she had been so reluctant
to follow this order.  They had been avoiding sexual contact for probably
the full 10 years now.  Robert could only guess that maybe she thought time
would remove her love for her brother.  Maybe she had even convinced
herself it had worked.  Looking at her now, however, it was clear that even
she now knew this was not the case.

   After a moment, Karen's gaze moved from her brother's eyes down his
chest and to his waist.  From the window, Robert could not see Jay's front
side, but he could tell his mother was trying to remove his pants.  Sure
enough, a few seconds later Jay's pants dropped to the floor.  Robert could
see that same look in Karen's eyes, her love apparently extended to her
brother's dick as well.

   Jay put his hand on the back of Karen's head and pulled her forward.  It
wasn't long and he was vigorously throat-fucking his sister.  It dawned on
Robert that he probably owed his uncle one for teaching Karen how to suck
dick properly.

   "I wonder if Hallmark makes a card for that?" Robert chuckled.

   As she sucked, one of Karen's hands slid around Jay's waist.  Robert
watched in shock as she slithered her fingers into the crack of Jay's ass.
It was hard to tell from the window, but it looked like she was sticking 2,
maybe 3 fingers up her brother's asshole.  Karen had never tried this
maneuver with Robert.  Robert was certain he probably would have whipped
her tits raw had she done so.  It was one thing to humiliate her by making
her lick out his asshole.  It was something completely different for her to
try to fuck him with her fingers.

   Robert wouldn't have liked it, but his uncle apparently did.  Jay now
had two fists full of Karen's hair and was savagely fucking her face.  A
minute later Jay tensed up and held Karen's face tight against himself. 
Jay then released his death grip and sat on the bed to catch his breath. 
Robert ducked back down in case his uncle happened to look out the window.

   Robert hovered below the window for a good 5 minutes before he decided
to risk taking another peek.  When he looked back through he seen his
mother was now on Linda's bed on all fours.  Behind her, and partly facing
the window, was her brother.  Jay must have been saving it all up for the
past 10 years because he was already going full steam again.  Robert could
even hear some of the louder moans through the walls of the house.

   While peeping like this was new, it quickly lost its excitement for
Robert.  He wasn't exactly sure what he had expected when he ordered his
mother into the room to fuck her own brother.  However, he was certain he
didn't expect her to actually enjoy it.  But she was, a lot.  It was still
okay to watch, but not worth the risk of Jay catching him looking through
the window.  So, Robert carefully got off the cinder block, moved it back
into its hiding place and worked his way back around the house.  He was
extremely quiet as he made his way back into the house and then into his
own room.

   While the master bedroom was designed for privacy, the kids' rooms
apparently were not.  Jay and Karen's lovemaking could easily be heard
through the walls.  As he sat and listened, Robert began to wonder what
Uncle Jay would have done had Karen and he gotten married like they
originally planned.  Would Jay have spent all of those years avoiding
Robert?  Or is it possible Jay would have urged Karen to send Robert off
somewhere...  maybe even abandon him?

   It was over an hour before the noise from Linda's room finally died down
somewhat.

   "It's about fucking time," Robert said as he got out of bed and inched
his way back to the front door.

   "I'm home mom!" Robert yelled after he opened the front door.  "I
decided to come home early.  Come and see what I bought!"

   Robert didn't feel his acting sounded that natural, but he figured the
two were probably too busy struggling to put their clothes on to notice. 
He wasn't sure what he would do if Jay actually came out as well to see
what he bought.  But the odds of that were pretty damn slim.

   About 3 minutes later, a somewhat ruffled looking Karen exited Linda's
room looking for her son.  She found him at the fridge in the kitchen.  She
didn't say anything.  She just stood a few feet away from him and looked at
the floor.  Robert took a couple swigs from a milk carton before putting it
back on its shelf and closing the door.  He tried to make it look like he
didn't have a care in the world.  But, his mind was actually spinning at
top speed trying to come up with a way to humiliate his mother even
further.

   "You did good slut," Robert said as something finally came to mind. 
"Did he cum in you?"

   "Yes, master," Karen whispered.

   "Good, because I have something else I want you to do," Robert smiled.

   A minute later, Karen found herself slowly walking back toward Linda's
room.  She couldn't believe what her son had just ordered her to do.  The
order was simple, yet not.

   "Do you think he suspects anything?" Jay whispered as Karen entered
Linda's room and closed the door behind her.

   "Why should he suspect anything?" Karen said.  "We are brother and
sister."

   Jay watched in shock as Karen once again removed her pants.

   "Do you think that is wise?" Jay said.  "He will hear us."

   "I don't want to have sex silly," Karen said and tried to add a small
laugh.  "I'm just checking myself."

   "Just checking myself?!  Is that the best I can come up with?" Karen
thought to herself.

   As though it was the most natural thing in the world, Karen walked over
to her daughter's dresser and opened what she knew was Linda's underwear
drawer.  She then pulled a small white cotton pair out and went to the bed
and sat next to Jay.

   She gave Jay a light kiss, then sat back away from him and spread her
legs.  Jay just sat there in both awe of her beauty and total confusion of
her actions.  Her brother had shot two full loads of cum up her pussy and
she could feel it slowly leaking out.  She looked up at Jay for a brief
moment, then down at her dripping pussy.  Per Robert's instructions, Karen
then moved the pair of Linda's panties toward and then onto her pussy.  She
patted her sloppy pussy with it several times and then raised it up as
though she was looking for signs of blood or some other oddity in the newly
created panty stains.

   "Everything seems fine," Karen said in hopes her brother would buy off
on the absurd occurrence.

   Karen then leaned back up and kissed her brother again.

   "You are probably right," Karen said after a minute of smooching with
Jay.  "I probably should get dressed just in case."

   She stood up and put her panties and pants back on.  While she was doing
this she kept her eyes on Jay.  The moment he moved his gaze away from her
she quickly tossed Linda's soiled panties back into the underwear drawer.
She was thankful that Jay had not noticed.  She couldn't imagine what she
would have said had he seen her do such a disgusting thing.

   After she was zipped up, Karen held out her arms to her brother.  Jay
stood and embraced her.  As they hugged and kissed, Karen slowly leaned
into the dresser in order to close the underwear drawer.  She finally broke
the embrace and told Jay she needed to go get dinner ready.  As she walked
out, she prayed Jay would not investigate what happened to the pair of
underwear.

   Karen found Robert still roaming around the kitchen.  She blushed deeply
as she confirmed she had followed his orders.

   "W...when..." Karen tried to get the question out.

   "When can you retrieve the panties?" Robert finished it for her.  Karen
just nodded.  "After she has worn them and thrown them in the hamper, of
course."

   Tears formed in Karen's eyes and she just stood there looking at the
floor and shaking her head back and forth.

   "P...please master," she whispered.  "Please don't make her part of all
of this."

   Robert suddenly turned and walked right up to her.  His expression was
one of pure hatred.

   "Me make her part of this?" Robert said only inches from her face.  "You
created her using your own brother's semen.  Then, knowing who the father
was, you bore the unholy child anyway.  You were the slut that brought her
into this 10 years ago, so don't go pointing fingers at me."

   Robert then walked to his room and closed his door.  He stayed there
most of the day, playing on his computer.  He didn't even have to pick
Linda up from Vee's house.  Jane now walked Linda home on the rare days
Robert didn't stay in order to watch from the basement or train Sandra. 
Robert did sneak into Linda's room that night when everyone else was busy
playing games in the kitchen.  It was a risk, but he wanted to verify that
Karen had actually done as he had instructed.  He also wanted to make sure
he knew what this particular pair of underwear looked like.  That way he
would know when she was wearing them.

   3.

   Following that day, Karen watched Robert like a hawk whenever Linda was
home.  She also asked Linda again if her brother was touching her or
anything.  And again, Linda gave a very honest and shocked "no" reply to
the question.  Karen wasn't sure exactly what she could have done had
Robert tried to do something to his little sister.  All she knew was that
she could not just ignore the fact that her son might try to involve the
child.

   While Karen was watching him, Robert seemed to only be watching Linda's
underwear drawer.  He didn't even try to hide the fact.  He even went out
of his way to make sure Karen knew he was doing it.

   "Not today," he would say to Karen as he would return from Linda's room.
He didn't have to elaborate; she knew he was saying Linda hadn't worn the
panties that day.

   Almost a full week went by before Robert lost patience and just ordered
Karen to make sure Linda wore them the next day.

   "Dress her yourself if you have too," Robert had said.

   And that is exactly what Karen did the next morning.  It had taken all
of Karen's will power not to cry as she made her little girl slip on the
soiled panties.  The only consolation was that Linda seemed to be
completely oblivious to the stains.

   Robert's cock was hard all day just thinking about his sister wearing
the soiled panties.  He was surprised at how much the thought excited him.
It excited him almost as much as the first time he seen his sister eat
Jane's pussy.  He guessed it must have just been because of the many levels
of perversion involved.  It turned him on that Linda was performing a very
naughty thing, yet was completely unaware.  For that matter, the same could
be said for Jay as well.  But Karen sure as hell knew.  She had even made
it happen.

   Robert was very proud of himself for coming up with the idea.  He never
told Vee about it though.  The entire incident with Jay was something
Robert had decided to do on his own.  He knew Vee would just give him shit
for doing it without her permission.  Robert was pretty certain that Vee's
true secret to training slaves was not just the techniques she was slowly
teaching him, but instead something much more simple...  confidence.  He
noticed that even his worst planned training sessions with Sandra seemed to
work as long as he showed complete confidence while conducting them.

   The fact that Vee took every opportunity to diminish that confidence,
told him a lot also.  It told him that he was probably progressing much
faster than expected.  This meant he might not need Vee as long as he
originally thought he would.

   After school that day, Robert dropped Linda off at Vee's house and then
rushed down to the basement via the outside entrance.  The night prior,
Robert had given Jane some additional orders.  He wasn't stupid; he knew
Jane would clear the orders through Vee before following them.  But they
were pretty harmless orders.

   At first, Robert was thinking of having Jane use the panties to gag
Linda.  He decided against that, however.  Jane already used Vee's panties
for that task.  Using Linda's panties would be a hair more exciting for
Robert, but not to any great extent; after all, it's not like Linda knew
what her panties contained.  Thus, it really wouldn't add any humiliation
to the act.  If anything, it might even reduce the humiliation for Linda.

   Instead, Robert had ordered Jane to make sure Linda kept her panties on
for as much of the visit as possible.  That afternoon, Robert spent all of
his time in the basement watching the live feed from upstairs.  He
completely neglected Sandra's training that day.  He told her he was giving
her a break that day since she had been doing so well.  So, instead of
introducing new perversions, Robert just had the girl suck his dick all
afternoon.  He wondered if the girl felt any humiliation at the thought
that sucking dick and eating cum was now considered a day off.

   "We are just going to play horsy today," Robert said after informing her
of her day off.

   Robert almost laughed at the expression on Sandra's face.  He knew she
didn't like the horsy game.  Though, he was sure she loved it compared to
some of the newer games he had been introducing her too lately.

   Horsy got its name partly from the butt plug he would stick up Sandra's
ass.  The plug was about an inch thick and the back end of it had a bunch
of fake black hair coming out of it.  When it was stuck into her ass, it
made her look like she had a 1.5-foot long tail.

   The game could have just as well been called "doggy" or something like
that, had it not been for the "horsy bit" placed in her mouth.  The horsy
bit was actually an O-ring that held Sandra's mouth wide open.  Since
Robert's cock was so big, he had to use the largest ring Vee had in her
collection.

   It was held into place with a strap that got tied around Sandra's head.
The first week, the "horsy bit" was extremely painful for Sandra since it
forced her mouth open so wide.  She adapted to it over time, but it was
still somewhat painful.

   The final touch was the "horsy reigns".  The horsy reigns didn't work or
even look anything like real horse reigns.  Robert only called the
contraption that to stay in theme.  Once the bit and the tail were in
place, Sandra was required to get on all fours and crawl to one end of the
cage; she never left her locked cage when playing "horsy".  Once she
reached the end of the cage, Robert would put her "horsy reigns" on.

   The item was something he created himself from scrap materials he found
in Vee's chest of "toys".  It was rather simplistic.  It was a round piece
of leather about 1 foot in diameter.  There were eight, 2-foot pieces of
rubber hose attached around the circumference of the circle at roughly
equal intervals.  The patch of leather was placed at the back of Sandra's
head, and then the six upper pieces of rubber hose were tied to the wire
mesh of her cage.  The two bottom most pieces were tied to the dog collar
she now always wore.

   The purpose of the "horsy reigns" was simply to keep Sandra's mouth
forced against the large wire mesh.  Robert loved the "horsy reigns"
because it meant he could force his cock down Sandra's throat.  Even after
a full week of this, Sandra still made some very sickly sounds whenever
Robert would force his cock into her throat.  She would gag and choke on it
no matter how long he fucked her face.  He could tell her gagging was not
as severe as it once was, but it still always happened.

   Today had been no different.  He was so horny he hadn't even worked up
to the throat fucking.  The second she was tied in place he lined up his
cock and slowly forced it through the wire mesh and down her throat.  The
slow pace of the throat fuck was not for her benefit, however.  Robert just
thought it felt better for him that way.  Plus, he knew it actually
prolonged her agony more.

   The slow pace gave Sandra's body time to react to the invasion.  Had he
just forced it in real fast then it would probably be deep in her throat
before she even felt it.  With a slow pace, however, her body would
instinctively tighten her throat muscles to prevent the intrusion.  When
her body realized it couldn't accomplish that, then she would try to move
her head away.

   The rubber hose actually allowed her to pull a good 3, sometimes 4
inches away from the mesh.  Robert loved it when she would do this.  Once
she had stretched the rubber hose as much as she could, he would stop his
advancement and just hold his dick at that depth.  Each time, he could hear
Sandra groaning and breathing hard through her nose as her neck muscles
struggled to hold her face away from the cock.  Once, she actually managed
to hold her face away from the mesh for a good 3 minutes.  Eventually,
however, her muscles always gave in and the rubber hose would pull her face
back to the side of her cage.  Then the gagging and choking would begin as
his cock punched in and then down her throat.

   Robert got a kick out of the whole ordeal.  No matter what she did,
Sandra knew that the cock was going to go down her throat.  Yet, every time
she would try to stretch her face away from it.  Well, at least until her
muscles became so weak she couldn't stretch the rubber hose anymore.  Once
she became that tired, Robert often would quicken his pace significantly.
At this higher pace, Sandra would go into one long constant gag reflex.  A
constant stream of tears and spit would pour onto the floor as well.  It
amazed Robert at how much liquid the girl's body seemed to contain.  The
entire floor of her cage would be heavily coated with the stuff by the time
they would finish a normal session.

   They often played horsy for about an hour.  But today they set a new
record.  Robert fucked her face like this for three hours straight.  He
would hump at her throat until he came, slow his pace until he was fully
hard once more, and then build up steam again.  Sandra was barely conscious
by the time he finished with her.  When he removed the "horsy reigns",
Sandra collapsed onto her cage floor.  The only reason her arms and legs
had held her up so long was because her body knew the angle of the
penetrations would be easier that way.

   To avoid possible punishment, Sandra tried her best to get back up so
she could assume her slave pose.  Her body was too weak, however.  All of
the spit, cum and tears on the sheet metal floor of her cage didn't help
either.  She looked almost like a fish out of water as she slid around in
the stuff while trying to get up.

   "I'm sorry master," Sandra managed to whisper as she slid to the floor
one last time; a few seconds later she passed out.

   As Robert removed the "horsy bit", he made a mental note to give
Sandra's throat a few days off.  His cock was rather huge and he knew she
would be sore for some time.

   Robert also made a mental note to talk to Vee about Linda's training. 
He didn't like the way it was going.  Vee seemed to be taking her sweet ass
time.  She had made it sound like Linda would be almost fully trained in a
matter of a couple months.  But they were coming up on the 2-month mark and
Linda didn't seem to be any further along than she had been the first week.


   Linda's training was still progressing, just extremely slow.  Each day,
Vee would just add something very minor.  For example, today during her
daily bath, he had watched as Jane peed directly on Linda's head instead of
the bath water.  While this was progress, it wasn't that big of a leap from
when Jane had pissed into the bath water...  and that had happened weeks
ago.

   At this rate, it would be another 8 months before he could become
actively involved in Linda's training; again, something he thought would
have already been happening at this point.  But then, Robert figured that
this was probably Vee's strategy.  Maybe she was trying to prolong the
training out to the point where Robert either stops caring about training
his sister or just becomes accustomed to watching Vee do it for him. 
Whatever it might be, it was pissing him off.

   4.

   "Please master," Karen whispered in protest that night.  "Please don't
make me do that."

   Karen couldn't believe how wrong she had been about why Robert wanted
Linda to wear the soiled panties.  She thought her son was going to somehow
humiliate Linda with them.  Tell Linda what she was wearing, then maybe
even rape her or something dreadful like that.  But that isn't what
happened at all.

   Linda didn't look overly joyful when she got home, but she didn't look
any less joyful than normal.  She definitely didn't look as though she had
been raped or even told about the panties.  She just gave her mom a big hug
and went to her bedroom to change and do some homework.  Karen noticed that
her son never approached Linda either.  The rest of the day seemed to go by
as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

   Robert visited Karen's bedroom that night after Linda had gone to bed.
This was pretty standard though.  Sometimes Robert even slept with her all
night.  Especially on weekends when he knew Linda would be sleeping in
late.

   The shame Karen felt almost doubled when Robert started sleeping with
her at night.  Other than having her wake him up with a morning blowjob,
Robert didn't really demand anything extra from Karen on these nights. 
However, for some reason, it just seemed worse to Karen.  She figured it
was partly because of the extra risk of being caught by Linda.  But it
seemed to go deeper than that.  It made her feel like the relationship
between her and her son had reached a different level.  Almost like the
first time a lover spends the full night with you.  Only, this was not
being done out of love, but was a part of something more black-hearted.

   "Guess what I found in the hamper," Robert asked as he got into bed with
his mother.

   Karen knew what it was before Robert even brought it into view.

   "The crotch was pretty wet when I grabbed them earlier," Robert said. 
"It's still a little moist even.  She must have sweated a lot on the
playground or something today.  I didn't look that close, but I wonder if
her sweat mixed with the stain and coated her pussy."

   Karen felt a wave of nausea go through her.  She also felt herself blush
deeply at the perverse statement.  That morning when she helped dress her,
Karen had watched the stain come into contact with her daughter's privates;
but until that moment Karen had managed to block the disgusting thought
from her mind.

   "I just had a thought," Robert said with a smile.  "What if that isn't
sweat?  What if she found out what that stain was and it turned her on?  I
didn't tell her, did you?"

   Karen didn't bother to answer the question.  She knew that Robert knew
she would have never told Linda about the stain.

   "I think I know how we can find out," Robert said.  "I'm sure you
remember what pussy juice tastes like, why don't you suck on the panties
while I fuck your asshole?"

   It was this order from Robert that brings us to Karen's current begging.

   "Please master," Karen continued.  "I just can't do that."

   Karen looked into her son's eyes expecting to see great anger at her
disobedience.  But instead, he just smiled at her.

   "Maybe you are right," Robert said after a moment.  "That is asking a
bit much.  You would have to be a total slut to suck on your own daughter's
panties.  Okay, you don't have to do it."

   Karen looked at Robert in shock.  Robert had never relented to her
begging before.  The best she had hoped for was maybe a punishment in lieu
of performing the act.  Though, she was certain the panties would have
still been somehow involved...  maybe her stuffing them into her own pussy
or something like that.

   "W...where are you going?" Karen whispered as Robert got out of bed and
started putting his pajamas on.  Normally, she would have kept her mouth
shut and just thought of this as a blessing.  But considering what had just
happened, she felt it best to ask.

   "I'm too damn curious about these panties to concentrate," Robert said
calmly.  "Don't worry, I won't touch her or anything, but I just have to
know if she got all sweaty today or not.  While I'm at it, I guess I might
as well also ask her if she noticed the cum stains in her panties."

   Karen's face turned a pale white as the blood drained in both fear and
shock.  She couldn't believe this was the same young boy she had called
"son" just a couple months earlier.  How could he become so cruel so fast?

   For a frightful moment she pondered the thought that something more
sinister was going on.  To this day, Karen still believes that Robert
(senior) might have been able to somehow read her mind.  And during her
long captivity she even came to believe Robert was some kind of God.  After
the rescue, this belief quickly diminished.  But now a small part of those
feelings were starting to return.  She still knew it was stupid to think of
Robert (senior) as a God, but she was starting to wonder if there wasn't
something other than just genetic material that had been transferred to her
son; something that laid dormant for all of these years and was now
awakening.

   "God, what if no one actually told him about my past?" Karen thought in
fright.  "What if this knowledge had somehow been passed on to him in some
spiritual manner...  even my key phrase."

   The thought was too frightful to even contemplate.  She drove the
thought out of her head as fast as she could.  She told herself that it was
ludicrous to think such things.  Yet, to her shame, she could feel herself
become moist at the thought that Robert (senior) might somehow still be
controlling her via her son.  It disgusted Karen that such a thought would
somehow excite her body.

   "Wait!" Karen said a bit too loud.  She prayed that her voice had not
carried through the walls.

   "What for?" Robert said as he stopped his advance toward the bedroom
door.

   "I...  I will..." Karen just couldn't bring herself to say the words.

   Robert knew what she was trying to say but wasn't going to let her off
the hook.  He wanted to see her shame and hear her give in to his original
command.

   "Linda needs her sleep," Karen finally said.  It was a stupid excuse to
perform the act, but it was the best her mind could come up with in its
current condition.  "I will do it."

   "Are you sure you want to do it?" Robert smiled as he turned to face the
bed again.

   "Yes," Karen whispered.

   "Just so we are clear, what exactly do you want to do?" Robert said as
he undressed again.

   "I...I want to suck on the panties," Karen whispered again as tears
began to drip from her eyes.

   "Whose panties?" Robert continued.

   "Linda's; I want to suck on Linda's panties," Karen finally elaborated
when she realized Robert would not be satisfied with anything less.

   "God you are a slut," Robert chastised as he crawled into bed with his
mother.

   "Oh!" Karen moaned as Robert moved her onto her side and then stuck the
head of his dick into her asshole.

   After he had the head of his dick in place, Robert moved the panties to
Karen's face.  She reluctantly opened her mouth, but Robert didn't stick
them in.  Instead, he moved them so they covered her nose.  It was barely
touching her, but she could tell Robert had not lied about the panty's wet
spot; she could feel the moisture against her face.

   After she closed her mouth, Robert spread the soiled panties out so they
covered not just her nose but her mouth as well.  He then slowly pushed his
dick up his mother's asshole.

   Karen tried to hold her breath, but she knew it was pointless.  Robert
would not remove the panties until he knew she had gotten a good whiff of
them.  So, after a minute she started taking in shallow breaths.  She tried
to breath only through her mouth, but somehow she could still smell the
panties.  She knew it had to be just mental, but she could swear she could
already taste them as well.

   Karen did her best to keep her imagination under control.  However,
Robert wasn't making it easy for her.  He was no longer just fucking her
asshole.  Instead, he would pump her asshole a few times, then move his
dick to her pussy and give her several strokes there as well.

   This shamed Karen on many levels.  First, it allowed her son to feel how
aroused she had become.  But the worst part was that the vaginal
penetration was driving her closer to climax.  Robert often rotated back
and forth like this.  He had learned that by doing this he could get his
mother to climax.  He would rotate back and forth until she became very
"juiced up".  Karen thought of this as her point of no return.  Once she
reached this point she almost always came no matter what Robert did to her.
And Robert was becoming extremely good at finding this point of no return.

   Once he thought his mother was at this point he would almost always stop
fucking her pussy and make her do something nasty.  Today was no different.
Once he felt her pussy juice up to the boiling point he stopped rotating
and stuck with just her asshole.  As he pumped away at her asshole he used
his index finger to press the crotch of the panties against his mother's
lips.

   He lightly rubbed his finger back and forth across her lips like this
for about a minute.  Then, he moved his finger toward the center of her
mouth and pressed slightly harder.  Karen took the hint and opened her
mouth an inch.  She expected him to shove the panties inside but he didn't.
Instead, he just held his finger where it was.

   "Lick my finger," Robert finally whispered to his mother.

   Karen blushed deeply as she slowly stuck out her tongue and tried to
lick Robert's finger through her daughter's soiled panties.

   "God, I'm tasting my daughter's pussy," Karen thought in disgust.

   The truth, however, was that Karen wasn't sure what she was tasting. 
She thought she could taste the sweet, tart flavor of her daughter's pussy,
but at the same time she realized it was the same flavor she had gotten
from just smelling the panties.  Had she actually acquired the ability to
taste pussy from smell alone?  Or was her mind still playing tricks on her?

   Karen would never know how much torture Robert was currently in.  He
felt like cumming the second he felt his mother's tongue lick the crotch of
the panties.  It took all of his will power to hold back his climax.  He
tried to imagine everything from dead puppies to some faggot porking him up
the ass.  He wasn't sure which turned him off the most, but it did the
trick.

   He managed to hold out for a very long time.  He could tell his mother
was having a much harder time holding back her climax.  She first started
lightly pushing her ass back to meet Robert's thrust.  Robert could feel
her asshole tighten up as Karen's first waves of orgasm washed over her. 
Her orgasm seemed to last forever.  It was definitely one of her strongest
ones to date.  At the peek, she not only started moaning but even sucked
the crotch of the panties into her mouth.  This surprised even Robert and
he shot his load up his mother's ass.  His climax seemed to drive Karen
even higher.

   A minute later, Karen gave a few final thrusts with her hips as she
reached the end of her orgasm.  Robert knew for sure that her climax was
over when she started crying again.  She also used her tongue to push the
crotch of the panties out of her mouth.

   "I think I will need to explore the laundry hamper more often," Robert
laughed as he removed the panties from Karen's face and rolled onto his
back.

   Even in her current mental state, Karen knew better than to hesitate in
completing her "slave chores".  Robert had recently made it clear she was
to clean his dick after every time he fucked her.  Whether it be in her
pussy or asshole.  So, Karen rolled over to face Robert and slid down his
body.

   It would have been nice to just shove his dick in her mouth and deep
throat it.  Thus cleaning it in one quick stroke.  But this wasn't how her
master liked to have his dick cleaned.  She would have to slowly lick it
from bottom to top like she might a fudge bar.  She knew she was clean from
the enemas, but she could still taste her ass on her son's dick.  Near the
base of his cock, she could also make out the flavor of her pussy as well.

   She knew she should have been disgusted by the mixture of flavors, but
to her shame she was not.  She had already become accustomed to them.  To
her, the flavor seemed no more offensive than that of a glass of water or a
piece of bread.  Which, by the way, seemed to be the only thing her master
ever let her eat for dinner.

   Robert never ordered her to refrain from eating regular foods during the
rest of the day, but Karen stuck to just bread, water and sometimes minor
foods like rice.  She wasn't sure why she did this though.  It was almost
as though she felt Robert had given her a mental command to do so.  While
she was always hungry, the task was not overly hard to follow.  All she had
to do was think about what her son had done to her the nights prior and she
would always lose her appetite.

   "Time for some sleep," Robert said when he was satisfied with Karen's
cleaning.

   Karen slid her head back up the bed and onto her pillow.  She also
pulled the covers up to help keep them warm during the night.  She cringed
when she felt Robert shift his weight toward her.  She let out a moan of
despair when she seen his hand approaching her face with the panties again.
Karen's mind went hazy as the panties got closer and closer to her face. 
Then, suddenly they seemed to just appear inside her mouth as though she
had just blacked out the last couple seconds.

   "Keep those in your mouth all night Baby K," Robert instructed.  "And
they better be clean by morning."

   Karen normally hated when Robert used her "Baby K" key phrase.  However,
she was thankful tonight.  It fogged her mind just enough to overcome at
least part of the vulgar reality that she would be sucking her daughter's
juices from the panties all night long.  To add to her humiliation, she
could also feel Robert's cum starting to leak from her asshole.

   If Robert didn't have school the next day then he probably would have
fucked his mom again.  The thought of her sucking on Linda's panties was
very exciting.  But that wasn't the only thing making his dick hard again.
When he had gotten up earlier he was positive he had seen a shadow through
the crack at the base of the door.  He was certain Linda had been hiding
just outside the door.  He wondered how much the girl had heard.  Did she
hear her mother talk about sucking the panties?  Had she hear them fucking?


   5.

   "What's your code word?" Robert asked Jane.

   Robert, Jane and Sandra were currently in the basement.  It wasn't
often, but from time to time Vee liked to have Linda all to herself.  It
wasn't hard.  She would just have Jane stay in the basement all day and
tell Linda that Jane's parents just didn't need a babysitter that day.

   Robert asked the question out of boredom more than anything else.  They
had been watching the live feed from upstairs and it wasn't all that
exciting.  Vee was sitting on the couch cradling Linda.  They both still
had clothes on, however, Vee had unbuttoned her blouse and was currently
exposing one of her breasts.  Linda was sucking on that breast like a
newborn baby.  No milk came out, however.  Or at least that is what Jane
had once told Robert.

   Sandra's breasts produced milk though.  Robert noticed this during his
2nd visit to the basement many weeks ago.  According to Sandra, Nikki/Vee
had a doctor friend that provided a supply of pills that made Sandra
lactate.  Robert knew from the video of his mother that Vee at one time
must have been taking these pills also.  He could only guess it must be an
age thing; or maybe the hassle of having her breasts producing milk was
more bother than she liked.  Robert could care less though about Vee's
lactating abilities.  However, he thought it might be kind of kinky to
provide his mother with some of these pills.  Maybe he would ask Vee for
some once he felt Linda's training was far enough along.  It would be cool
to see his mother feeding Linda from her breasts.

   "What code word?" Jane asked.

   "When Nikki wants you to do something that you don't want to do, what
name does she call you?" Robert elaborated.

   "No!" Sandra suddenly said once she understood what Robert was asking
her sister.  "Don't make her say it.  I can whisper it to you if you want
but she can never say it."

   "Why not?" Robert asked in confusion.

   "Nikki made her drink something a long time ago that made her violently
ill," Sandra explained.  "She then made her say her 'secret name' over and
over.  She kept making her drink the stuff and saying the word constantly
for a full week.  She was so sick I thought she was going to die.  Now, if
she just says the name she becomes sick and throws up and stuff."

   "What a cruel bitch," Robert said when it dawned on him why Vee would do
such a thing.  The code word helped the slaves do things they didn't want
to do.  Vee obviously didn't want her slaves to be using the word on
themselves.  This way she could make sure they suffered when she was
punishing them and stuff.

   "Well, what is it?" Robert said to Sandra this time.

   "Don't you want me to whisper it to you?" Sandra said when she noticed
Robert was just standing across the room waiting.

   "Sure, why not," Robert said as he approached Sandra's cage and knelt
down.

   "Jane Dung," Sandra whispered to Robert.

   Robert let out a small laugh.  He wasn't sure which was funnier, the
play on the "Jane Doe" name or the nervous look on Jane's face.  It was
clear that she was a bit concerned about someone else knowing her secret
name.

   "Why haven't you just ordered her to let you free or maybe kill Nikki?"
Robert asked.

   "We have never been left alone together," Sandra shrugged.

   Jane was so well trained that Robert doubted he would ever need to use
her code name.  Robert hadn't made time yet to review the tapes of Vee's
training of Jane.  However, with a code name like "Jane Dung" he was
starting to think it best if he avoided them altogether.  Yet, he had to
admit that a very sick part of his curiosity had just been sparked.  This
is something he would have to think about.

   Robert looked at the screen again only to find that not much had changed
upstairs.  Linda was still sucking at Vee's breast.  The only thing that
changed was that Vee had pulled Linda's sweatpants down some and was
rubbing her privates.  It looked like Vee was only playing with Linda's
pussy, but he couldn't tell for sure from the angle of the camera.  Robert
did notice that Linda didn't seem to be crying or anything.  He wondered if
maybe Linda was actually falling in love with Vee.  Or maybe she had just
become accustomed to this act.

   It had been pretty exciting the first few times Vee made Linda suck on
her tits.  But that was over two weeks ago.  Now, Robert just found it
boring.  If it didn't embarrass Linda that much anymore, then what was the
point?  Robert was certain that Vee must feel the same way.  It only
further convinced him that the bitch was planning something.

   He watched the screen for another few minutes, and then decided to have
a little fun with Sandra and Jane.  He actually would have preferred to go
home and have some fun with his mother, but he couldn't leave Jane and
Sandra alone together.

   "Come here sugar," Robert said to Jane.  They were both 13-years-old,
but Robert always talked to Jane as though she was much younger than him.

   Robert slid a chair next to Sandra's cage.  He then had Jane climb up on
the chair, and then onto the cage itself.  Once up, Robert had her sit on
the wire mesh with her feet dangling over the side.

   Jane followed Robert's directions without a concern in the world. 
However, Sandra got a very bad feeling as she watched her little sister
being positioned on top of her cage.

   "Much better," Robert said as he sat down on the chair just a couple
feet away from Jane's dangling legs.  "Now I can easily look at both of you
at the same time as we talk.  Come closer."

   Sandra slowly crawled toward Robert's side of the cage.  She looked down
at the floor as she crawled, so she wouldn't have to look at her sister's
bottom, which now lingered overhead.

   "So, I'm to understand that Nikki has made you two do a lot of things
together," Robert said with a smile.  "Exactly what have you done
together?"

   The question was directed at Sandra, but when she didn't speak up right
away Jane jumped in and gave a laundry list of activities.  While he would
have preferred that Sandra give the list, Robert was still pleased with the
effect the list had on her.  The girl started blushing nicely as Jane
rambled off the list.

   The list was nowhere near as long as Robert had expected.  He also
noticed that in every activity it was Jane that appeared to be the one
doing the performing.  It was Jane that sucked Sandra's nipples.  It was
Jane that licked Sandra's pussy.  And so on.

   "Hasn't Sandra ever done anything for you?" Robert asked.

   Jane didn't know how to respond.  She did what her mistress told her to
do.  It was not her place to question who did what to whom.  So, she just
shrugged in response.

   "Are you telling me that during all of that training you never once
begged Nikki to let you do the nasty things to Jane instead of the other
way around?" Robert asked Sandra.  "I know it is nasty, but it would have
at least given your little sister a small break."

   Tears started dripping from Sandra's face.  It was true.  She had never
once begged to take Jane's place.  She was certain that Nikki would have
said 'no'.  Possibly even punished her for asking.  But what kind of sister
was she to have never even tried?

   "Shhh...  it's okay," Robert said in a calming tone.  "It's not too
late. You can still prove your love for your sister."

   Sandra slowly looked up at Robert through the large wire mesh of her
cage.  She looked in his eyes, curious of what he was trying to say. 
Robert was staring right back at her.  Sandra's heart sunk as she watched
Robert's eyes slowly move from her's.  His gaze moved slowly upward until
it was clear he was looking at Jane's crotch.

   Sandra tried to wipe some tears away.  She then bit her lower lip and
forced herself to look upward as well.  She had seen Jane's private parts
hundreds of times since Nikki had come into their lives.  However, this
time was very different.  Sandra knew what her master was suggesting she
do.

   She quickly chastised herself when she realized she had used "Master"
instead of "Robert" when referencing him in her mind.

   "God, I think the training is actually taking hold," the thought brought
Sandra fresh tears.

   Sandra wasn't the only one that had figured out Robert's unspoken
command.  Jane leaned to her left slightly and brought her right hand down
to her ass cheek and spread it out.  She then sat back down on the cheek in
order to hold it open.

   A wave of nausea ran through Sandra as she looked upward.  Jane's
actions not only exposed her butt hole but also spread out her pussy lips
slightly.  Sandra wished she could get angry with her little sister for
doing it, but she knew Jane meant no harm.  She was just doing what now
came as natural to her as breathing did to anyone else.

   Sandra looked back to Robert.  Her face begged for mercy, but her lips
remained quiet.  Robert just smiled and glanced back up to Jane's pussy. 
Sandra wished that she could at least get angry with her master for giving
such a disgusting order.  But she couldn't.  She could not deny that her
training probably played a small part in this.  But it was more than just
that.  Deep down she also felt she needed to do this.

   She felt she needed to do it to pay for all the times she was too scared
to beg Nikki to have mercy on her sister.  She felt she needed to do it in
order to let Jane know she understood why she acted the way she now did. 
There were many reasons Sandra felt she needed to perform the act.  But the
greatest one was that she wanted to prove to her baby sister that someone
in this cruel world still loved her.

   Sandra had never thought about it before, but as she slowly raised
upward, she notice how lovely her sister's privates actually were.  Despite
all that the siblings had been through together, Sandra was anything but
gay.  The very thought sickened her.  But she could not deny that in a
strange way her sister's private parts looked, well, inviting.  Even so
crudely displayed, Jane's pussy and even her asshole looked so pure and
innocent.

   Sandra knew that Nikki had done something to Jane's private parts to
prevent any hair from growing there.  Sandra had always thought Nikki a
monster for doing such a thing to a young girl like Jane.  However, she had
to admit that the look seemed to suit her little sister.  She wondered if
the hair loss was permanent or something that required regular treatments.

   As her mind snapped back to the task at hand, Sandra began to wish that
she had a code name like her little sister did.  She would gladly give 10
years of her life right now just to have such a code name.  She knew from
watching her sister that such a name would have made the task at hand much
easier to perform.  A frightful chill ran down her spine when she realized
Robert had not even attempted to give her such a name.  Would this mean she
would always hate the things he made her do?

   Sandra's face was now only inches away from her sister's pussy.  She had
to angle her head at almost 90 degrees in order to approach closer to her
target.  At this range she could no longer focus her sight, so Sandra
closed her eyes and continued to inch upward.  The lack of vision only
seemed to heighten her other senses; especially her sense of smell.  She
could make out the light musky odor of her sister's pussy.

   Sandra somehow expected the smell of her sister's crotch to be much more
foul.  Especially since she was so close to the girl's asshole as well.  To
her surprise, it didn't smell bad at all.  She smelled, well, clean.  She
could make out the smell of roses and baby powder...  clearly left over
from a recent bath.  These smells seemed to only add to Jane's innocence;
or at least the illusion of that innocence.

   Sandra's face shot back slightly when her forehead and nose touched the
cold wire mesh above her.

   "I'm actually going to do it," Sandra kept repeating in her mind as she
opened her mouth enough to stick out her tongue.

   Sandra's face backed off yet again when her tongue came into contact
with her sister's pussy.  The tart, yet sweet flavor of Jane's pussy shot
down Sandra's tongue like hot lava.  She thought it was going to burn her
tongue as the flavor resonated there.

   Robert was now standing next to the cage jacking on his cock.  The sight
of Sandra tasting her sister's pussy for the first time was very exciting
for him.  The wave of different emotions on Sandra's face was very erotic
as well.  He watched as she slowly pulled her tongue back into her mouth in
order to analyze the flavor.  Sandra's expression and the redness of her
face and shoulders showed that she was embarrassed, ashamed and even a bit
disgusted.  But at the same time she seemed to savor the flavor in
curiosity.

   After a moment, Sandra determined that she definitely didn't like the
flavor at all.  But at the same time, it was not overly disgusting like she
had expected it to be.  Certainly no more disgusting than what she tasted
when she licked her own juices off her master's cock.

   Convinced the flavor wasn't going to bring the world to an end, Sandra
stuck her tongue back out and raised her head again.  She then began to lap
away at her sister's pussy.  She kept most of her licks toward the top of
Jane's pussy.  It was harder to reach but she knew this would give her
sister more pleasure.  She had also quickly discovered that there was much
less flavor in that area.

   "Mmm," Sandra suddenly moaned when she felt Robert's fingers on her
body.

   Robert was now kneeling beside the cage.  He had snaked his large hand
through the wire mesh and was now stroking Sandra's buttocks.  Sandra let
out another moan as Robert's fingers wormed their way between her legs and
onto her moist pussy.

   "God, I'm wet down there," Sandra suddenly realized.

   She was revolted that her body could actually become aroused why
performing such an act.  It embarrassed her greatly that her master was now
also aware of this fact.  Somehow, the shame of it all seemed to driver her
arousal even further.

   Sandra tried to fight it, but it wasn't long and the room was filled
with the sounds of her moans of pleasure.  Jane leaned forward to give her
sister better access to her pussy.  Sandra took full advantage of the new
angle and started sucking on her sister's clit as well.  She would swipe it
with her tongue a few times, then press her face hard against the wire mesh
so she could suck the upper part of her sister's pussy between her lips.

   "I'm eating my sister's pussy," she tried to push this fact out of her
mind but it was impossible to do so.

   Out of a sick curiosity, Sandra let her tongue slither downward toward
her sister's opening.  She then slowly pushed her tongue up the wet
channel. The flavor was much stronger here, but Sandra was curious to find
out if her little sister was still a virgin.

   She had to really stretch her tongue, but she was certain she could
still feel Jane's hymen.  Jane's juices were starting to run down Sandra's
tongue and into her mouth, so she gave up her exploration and went back to
sucking at her sister's clit again.  For a moment, Sandra thought she might
throw up as she swallowed a teaspoon of her sister's juices.  She was
certain that she probably would have had it not been for the fire Robert
was building in her own loins.

   Sandra wasn't sure if she should be please or not that her sister was
still a virgin.  It just meant there were still further humiliations Nikki
had yet to introduce Jane too.  Except for their dad, Sandra's family had
always been very religious.  These disgusting lesbian acts were bad enough,
but to loose one's virginity before marriage would be yet another blow to
her sister's mind.  Sandra knew this very well.  She too had been a virgin
when this whole nightmare had first begun.  She didn't stay that way for
long though.  One of the first things Nikki had made Jane do was take
Sandra's virginity.  Sandra wasn't sure which had hurt her more, the pain
of loosing her hymen or the sounds of her little sister crying as she was
made to rip it from her body with a large dildo.

   "Please master," Jane said as she looked down at Robert in desperation.

   When Robert looked up at Jane he realized she wanted to cum.  It had
never occurred to him that she might not be allowed to cum without prior
approval first.  Robert had no clue what the punishment might be for
cumming without permission, but he guessed it must be pretty sever.  Jane
looked like she was almost in pain as she struggled to hold back her
climax.

   "So, you are not just some mindless robot after all," Robert said with a
smile.  "You like having your sister eat your pussy don't you slut?"

   "Please..." Jane managed to moan between clinched teeth.

   "I don't know," Robert slowly said as though he was in deep thought. 
"If you cum your juices will get all over your sister and on the floor. 
The place will smell like pussy for hours."

   "Please, I need too," Jane begged again.

   "I will leave it up to your big sister," Robert finally said.  "If she
can think of a way to keep your juices from getting all over the place then
I will let you cum."

   Sandra's mind was a blur as it struggled to fully grasp what she knew
Robert was suggesting she do.  The evil dance of Robert's fingers on her
pussy wasn't helping either.  She couldn't believe she was actually
contemplating it.  It was just so filthy.  Yet, she knew her sister had
been through so much.  Jane had taken such a huge brunt of Nikki's twisted
brutality.  The least she could do in return is allow her sister to climax.


   Sandra struggled to close her mind as she moved her lips away from her
sister's clit and back to her now sloppy hole.  She then opened her lips as
wide as she could and sucked most of Jane's pussy into her mouth.  She
could even feel her upper lip come back into contact with the little girl's
hardened clit.

   "Please, now, please," Jane began to chant.

   "You can cum," Robert finally said.

   "Oh, God," Jane began to groan in climax almost before Robert had
finished giving her permission.

   Sandra felt a small squirt of her sister's climax shoot into her mouth.
As Jane's climax splattered against the back of her mouth, Sandra almost
involuntarily spit it out.  But she knew that was not part of the "deal".
So, instead she quickly swallowed.  She braced herself for further squirts
but none came.  Instead, Jane's pussy seemed to just slowly drool into her
mouth.  Sandra had to swallow five times before her sister finally settled
down.

   The dreaded deed now out of the way, Sandra's mind lingered back to her
own pending climax.

   "No, not yet," Robert said when Sandra began to move her mouth off
Jane's pussy.  "Keep sucking on her.  Make sure you get all those juices
out."

   Robert stuck one of his fingers inside Sandra as she continued to nurse
on Jane's pussy.  Sandra was very tight, but she was also very wet.  It
didn't take him long to build up a very fast rhythm.

   "You can cum also," Robert whispered to Sandra when she started moaning
around her sister's cunt.  Robert knew that no amount of commands or
threats would have prevented Sandra from cumming.  But he knew she would be
even further humiliated by the comment.

   "Please."

   Robert looked up in surprise when he heard Jane begging again.  It must
have surprised her as well, because her face was red with shame.  This was
the first time Robert had ever seen the girl show this type of emotion
before.

   "Go for it," Robert smiled up at her.  "Give your slutty sister
something else to drink."

   The comment was vile, but it seemed to be exactly what was needed to
push Sandra over the edge.  Sparks of pleasure suddenly stung her entire
body.  It felt so good that it hurt; as though she had just been poked by a
thousand tiny needles.

   Spending so many lonely hours in her cage, Sandra had often tried to
pass time by masturbating.  However, she never got that much pleasure out
of it.  Nothing compared to this.  It shamed her that her first real climax
was happening while she sucked on her sister's pussy.

   She thought her climax was finally starting to wind down when suddenly
she felt her sister climax in her mouth again.  She wasn't sure why, but
the tart juice firing into her mouth seemed to just drive her own climax to
an even greater height.

   It seemed to last forever, but finally both her and Jane's climaxes
subsided.

   "I love you," Sandra whispered as she lowered her face away from her
sister's pussy.  She wasn't sure why she had voiced the feeling.  She
wasn't even sure what she meant by the comment.  Did she mean she loved her
like a sister?  Or was it more than just that?

   "Isn't that fucking sweet," Robert laughed.  "Now take care of that mess
also."

   Sandra looked down and seen a large puddle of Robert's sperm on the
floor of her cage.  When she scooted back to gain access, she also noticed
a small pool of her own juices had gathered underneath her.  A new set of
tears ran down her cheeks as the reality of her situation returned to her.
She knew better than to protest or beg.  So, she leaned down and began to
lick and slurp her cage clean.

   6.

   Robert called it "Candid Camera".  It was a simple name for a simple
game.  Though, for Karen the game seemed anything but simple.

   Three months had passed since Robert had become her master.  Karen
thought for sure that her son would have become bored with her by now. 
However, he seemed to just be building up steam.  He would come up with new
things to do to her almost every week.  "Candid Camera" was one such
activity.

   Out of curiosity, Robert had asked her what she did during the day when
he was at school.  Karen gave him a quick overview.  She told him she spent
about an hour cleaning house then spent most of the rest of the day
watching game shows and stuff on TV.  She decided to leave out the part
about her afternoon enemas.  She was certain he must have guessed about
them by now, but she preferred not to talk about them.

   "I thought of something to help keep you busy when I'm not home," Robert
said the next day when he got back from school.

   It was then that "Candid Camera" had been born.  It was a mix of a game
show and the "Candid Camera" comedy show.  Not that Karen found it funny.
As part of the game, Karen was given 250 punishment points every Monday
morning.  Her goal was to work off all of those points before noon that
coming Sunday.  The number of points left over would then represent how
much she would be punished.  The punishment itself was picked at random
from a hat.  Well, they didn't actually draw them from a hat.  Karen had an
old pink sewing box that had once belonged to her mother.  Robert dumped
the contents out and then used some metal sheers to remove all the little
shelves and such.

   Karen's face turned white in horror when she seen the box full of paper
slips.  There looked to be close to 100 of them.  Robert had also used a
black magic marker to write on the lid of the box.  It read, "Hope Chest".
Robert got a kick out of the name.  The bottom of the lid had a piece of
paper taped to it.  This piece of paper contained the rules for the game.
Robert put them there more for his benefit than his mother's.  The point
system and rules were more than he cared to memorize.

   That first day, Robert had dumped Karen's "Hope Chest" onto the bed.  He
then made Karen suck his dick while he read every single one of the
punishments out loud to her.  To Karen's amazement, and horror, not a
single one was an exact repeat of another.

   The punishments varied from light to harsh.  For example, one of the
sheets of paper just read, "Spanking".  Karen took this to mean bare hand
spanking since there was also a slip that read, "Belting".  And yet another
that read, "Whipping".

   These punishments, unfortunately, were some of the much lighter ones. 
There were some that sounded much more painful and others that were
definitely more humiliating.  One, for example, just said, "Kiss Linda."
Ones like this one concerned Karen the most.

   What kind of kiss?

   How did the punishment points relate to the penalty?  Would it represent
how many kisses in a day or week?  Maybe it was the length of a kiss?  Or,
maybe it was a mix of many things.

   Karen noticed that many of the punishments were vague in this manner. 
Karen had to use all her willpower to keep from removing her mouth from her
son's cock in order to ask questions.  Especially when Robert would read a
very frightful one like the "Kiss Linda" one.

   Some, however, were much worse than this.  It made her stomach turn when
she heard them.

   "Doggy Days"

   "Master's Urinal"

   "Master's Toilet"

   "Cum diet"

   "Underage sex"

   The list went on and on.  Karen's head was spinning in shock and
revulsion by the time Robert had finished.  For kicks and grins, Robert did
throw one reward into the box.  It was for a full week off...  from playing
the game anyway.

   The "Hope Chest" may have contained the penalties, but to Karen, the
game itself seemed to be one big punishment.  To work off her points she
had to film herself doing various things.  What she did was up to her.  The
rules listed all of her options and how many points she got for each one.

   For example, she got 5 point each time she video taped herself
masturbating to climax.  Though, she was required to do it while looking at
pictures of her daughter and talking dirty about her.

   She got 10 points for giving someone a hand job.  More points for
blowjobs, rim jobs, etc.

   She even got a couple points each time Robert fucked her ass; Robert
like this one.  It turned him on thinking about his mother coming onto him
and begging to be fucked up the ass.

   There were a few things related to Linda as well.  Most, however, were
things Karen knew she would never willingly do.  The only one that looked
even remotely possible read, "Give Linda a bath." Karen didn't want to wash
her daughter from head to toe, but she was ashamed to admit that the
10-point reward for it was very appealing.  She wasn't allowed to perform
any one act more than once a day, but that was still a possible 70 points
right there.

   Robert seemed to have put a ton of thought into this game.  He had even
somehow acquired an expensive looking camera for the game.  The thing was
so tiny that Karen thought he was joking when he told her what it was.  It
was only about a quarter inch high and one inch long and wide.  The top of
it had what looked like a button sticking out of it.

   Robert explained that she could wear it on a shirt or something and no
one would ever know.  She could also cut a small slit in her purse and
stick the "button" through that as well.  The unit wasn't completely
self-contained though.  It had a wire coming from it that had to be
connected to a camcorder.  It could also be connected to a small
transmitter.

   Karen was scared to ask where her son had gotten the money for it.  If
she had to, she would have guessed he probably stole it from somewhere. 
She would have guessed wrong, however.  She didn't know it, but she had
paid for it herself via the money she gave Robert for Linda's babysitter.
That and what little money Robert could scrape together.  He even got Vee
to fork over a few hundred once she heard what it was for.  Though, Robert
was sure the money probably actually came from Sandra's bank account.

   All of this expense and effort on Robert's part really scared Karen.  It
told her that this was not going to be a one-week or even a one-month
thing. Robert was going to make her play this game possibly for years.  She
got a very uneasy feeling when she realized that Robert didn't even have to
be present to play this game.  She could end up playing this game even long
after Robert got bored with her.  Heck, all he would have to do is slightly
alter the penalties and the game could continue even long after Robert
moved away.

   "That clip doesn't count," Robert said.

   It was Sunday and Robert and Karen were sitting in the living room
watching all the video clips Karen had made that week.  The one they had
just seen was of Karen giving Linda a bath.

   "You have to thoroughly wash her pussy and asshole also," Robert
chastised.

   Karen had already guessed the clip wouldn't get her any points.  But
this was only the first week of the game.  It had been years since she gave
her daughter a bath.  She couldn't just start giving her very thorough
baths the very first day.  She had to work up to them.

   "Make her stand up in the tub next time also," Robert continued.  "I can
hardly see shit through all that bubble bath."

   It concerned Karen that Robert wanted to see his little sister naked. 
It also shamed her greatly that she was actually helping him do so.

   Karen frowned when she looked up at the living room clock.  Linda was
going to be at Nikki's for another 3 hours yet and they were going to need
almost all of that time to review the clips.  Most were pretty long.  You
couldn't just turn the recorder on when the good action started.  If you
didn't want anyone to know you were recording them then you had to turn the
thing on before you even approached them.  Then you had to "break the ice",
make the proposals, arrange where to go, travel there, etc.

   Robert didn't allow her to edit the tapes either.  She actually had
probably 7 hours of tape from that week.  Robert fast forwarded through
most of it.  But to her surprise, he seemed interested in more than just
the sex.  He would also watch the parts where she propositioned the men. 
She didn't know this now, but down the road Robert would use a lot of these
clips to blackmail his mother into remaining obedient.

   One of the men had actually raped her in the back of a van.  It was one
of the men she had met in the adult novelty store several weeks back. 
Robert had given her the phone numbers she collected that day to help give
her a "head start".  It had been an extremely scary event for her.  As bad
as it had been, she had hope that maybe her son would abandon this sick
game once he seen the dangers of it.  She was wrong though.  In fact, she
even got an additional penalty for the clip.  Not only did the clip not
count, but she was also penalized another 10 points.

   "The back of his fucking van?" Robert yelled at her as the rape scene
unfolded.  "You are my property now.  You need to protect that property.  I
know you are a slut, but you can't be fucking strangers in the back of
their vans or in dark alleys.  Find places more public, or get a hotel
room. And if you get a hotel room make them sign and pay for it.  That why
they know that you know who they really are."

   Karen got the 10 points and more back, however, via her bonus reel.  The
rules of the game allowed her to make "extra credit" by filming herself
doing things not on the normal point list.  Lots of points were given if
the activity was something from one of the slips of paper in her "Hope
Chest".

   She had managed to get one of the guys to spank her.  She had snuck into
a park bathroom with the guy with the intent to give him a hand job.  He
wanted to fuck her pussy instead.  However, she had already done this with
another guy that day and wouldn't have gotten any points for it.  She tried
to talk him into a blowjob or fucking her ass but failed.  As a compromise,
she told him she would let him fuck her pussy if he would give her a good
spanking first.  The guy was more than happy to oblige.

   Four days later and she still had bruises on her ass from the spanking.
It certainly wasn't any kind of lovey dovey spanking.

   "Ow!  Shit!" Karen's voice echoed through the empty bathroom as the
guy's palm slammed against her ass cheeks.

   "Shut up and take it whore," the guy had told her.  "This is what you
wanted and this is exactly what a slut like you needs."

   She lost count but it had to be at least 100 spanks before the guy
stopped.  He then pulled out his cock and pounded her pussy from behind.

   Karen thought for sure she would have gotten at least 20 points for the
incident.  As it turns out, however, she only got 10 points.  However, she
did get 20 points for something much less painful...  though, a lot more
embarrassing to watch.

   Karen found a good hiding spot for the camcorder in the living room. 
Every morning she would turn it on right when she knew Linda was about to
leave the house.  She would give her little girl a hug in front of the
camera then a kiss.  The first couple kisses taped were just pecks on the
lips.  But by Saturday Karen was holding the kiss for almost 10 seconds. 
It seemed like an eternity to her, but to her surprise, Linda didn't seem
to make much of it.  Karen felt ashamed and guilty about taping the kisses.
But if Linda didn't notice anything out or the ordinary then Karen really
didn't see much harm in it.

   When the final clip finished, Karen looked on nervously as her master
tallied up all the points.  She swallowed hard when she seen the total come
out right at zero points.  She had come extremely close to receiving a
penalty from her "Hope Chest".  She decided she better work harder the
following week just to be on the safe side.  Yes, Robert had definitely
found something to help fill out her days.

   7.

   It had taken him just over three months but Robert was pretty sure he
had finally figured out what Vee was up to.  At first, her slow training of
Linda made no sense to Robert.  It made even less sense as he gathered more
information from his mother and Sandra on Vee's normal training techniques.
From what he had learned, it was clear that Vee had never trained a slave
this slow before.

   There had to be some deeper purpose behind it all.  That purpose
completely eluded Robert until recently.  He had sat down and attacked the
problem from a different angle.  Up until recently, he had been trying to
figure out "what" Vee was doing in order to figure out "why".  Instead, he
decided he would go at it from reverse.  So, he wrote down all the possible
objectives Vee might currently have.

   The list was pretty long, but the primary items were as follows:

   * Vee wanted to keep Linda.  * Vee needed to get Robert out of her hair.
* Vee wanted to punish Karen.  And she wanted that punishment to last a
very long time.  * From watching the old video of his mother and Vee, it
looked as though Vee had once had a small "empire" going.  She seemed to
have had tons of slaves and lots of "customers" that like to use those
slaves for a price.  She was probably in the process of rebuilding that.  A
young girl like Linda would be very useful for that purpose.  Sandra's
remaining funds would come in handy also.

   The list went on, but Robert focused mainly on the above.  But, how
would a slow training of Linda help accomplish all of this?

   "Holy shit!" Robert had said when it finally dawned on him.

   Vee wasn't just turning Linda into a slave.  She was turning her into a
lover.  It was a pretty one sided relationship, but if she kept on like she
was, Robert was certain that Linda would eventually fall in love with the
woman.

   It was all starting to make sense.  A trained Linda would serve anyone.
However, a trained Linda that was in love with her mistress would serve
only her.  It would become almost impossible for Robert to take over
Linda's training once that happened.

   Once Vee had that type of control over Linda, she would also have
control over Robert.  By the time Vee was done with her, Linda wouldn't let
Robert do anything to her unless Vee ordered it.  Heck, Robert would be
lucky to even get to see his sister.  What would he do; go to the cops?

   Robert had to admit that it was a good plan.  Vee would get to keep
Linda and would maintain a certain level of control over Robert for a long
time.  Thus, ensuring Karen got her full share of punishment.

   However, if there was something Robert knew about Vee, it was that she
had one major flaw.  That flaw was no secret either.  Vee mentioned it all
the time.  Not a single conversation about Robert's father was ever
complete without Vee mentioning at least once that she felt he had no
balls. In Vee's eyes, Robert's father was a scared little pussy that
couldn't do shit without 100 backup plans.

   She would go on to talk about how she had accomplished much more because
she had the balls to take the risks.  This was Vee's flaw.  She didn't
think of it as a flaw, but it was.

   Her so called "balls" had left major holes in her plans for Linda.  For
example, it did not take into account that Robert might discover her plan.
Assuming he was right about her objectives, Robert was about to throw in a
major fucking wrench into the works.

   As Robert watched Vee and Linda via the basement monitor, he was
thankful that he had somehow inherited his father's cautious behavior. 
Many weeks ago he had already initiated a plan to take care of Vee.  That
plan looked like it was still going to work.  However, with this new
knowledge about Vee's possible plan, he was going to have to make some
minor modifications.  One of those changes was that he was going to have to
step up Sandra's training a few notches.

   Realizing that it was now a race against time, Robert turned away from
the monitor and looked at Sandra huddled in her cage.  For an instant he
felt a small level of pity for the innocent girl.  Getting her training at
this new pace was not going to be easy for her.  But it had to be done.

   "Come to the bathroom and put your face over the toilet; I have to take
a piss," Robert said as he unlocked her cage.

   It took Sandra's mind a moment to grasp what her master planned to do to
her.  Her face turned a sickly white with a tint of green as she stared
toward the bathroom.  She had watched most of Jane's training and knew this
day would probably come for her as well.  Deep down, however, she had hoped
that her master was not as cruel as Nikki.

   It took Sandra another moment to realize that her master had unlocked
the cage and walked into the bathroom without putting the cuffs on her
wrists or ankles.  She was free!  She was still in the confines of the
basement, but she was free!

   Sandra turned her view away from the bathroom door and looked toward the
steps leading to the outer basement exit.  Had he locked the door when he
came in?  Sandra didn't remember hearing the mechanism snap into place. 
But then, she had long since given up the hope of escape and had not been
paying any attention.

   "I could make a break for it," Sandra thought to herself.  "Even if he
catches me, what possible punishment could be worse than what he's planning
to do to me if I crawl into that bathroom?"

   She regretted thinking the question.  She knew there were much worse
things; she had seen her little sister perform such things with Nikki. 
Even still, if Robert planned to pee on her and maybe even drink his piss,
then he probably planned to eventually do all those other things anyway.

   Sandra knew she didn't have much time.  She glanced back at the bathroom
and seen her master was already at the toilet.  His back was too her but
she could tell he was already toying with his cock in anticipation.

   A scary thought rushed over her...  maybe Nikki was waiting just outside
the basement door?  Sandra glanced at the monitor and seen that the live
feed still showed Nikki upstairs with Jane and Linda.

   Sandra crawled out of her cage and got off all fours and onto one knee
in preparation to jump up and make her dash for the exit.  She tried her
best to remember how the door mechanism worked, in case it was locked.  She
couldn't remember though.  It then dawned on her that she couldn't even
remember what her back yard looked like.  Was the fence door to the left or
right of the house?  All of this didn't matter too much though; she knew it
would only take a second to figure out the lock on the door.  And she could
always just climb over the fence if needed.

   Sandra took a last look at the bathroom to make sure Robert was still
not watching.  Before she could will her legs to go into action, however, a
huge wave of fear immobilized her.  The harder she tried to will herself to
run, the greater the fear became.

   Finally, a shocked Sandra gave up and let her upper body drop back down
onto all fours.  She left a trail of tears as she slowly crawled toward the
bathroom.  At first, she thought her slave training had taken a greater
effect on her than she had expected it would.  As she crawled, however, she
realized that the fear had come from more than just that.  There was
another factor she had not consciously considered.  Her subconscious mind
had, but the information was just now being fully processed.

   "What would happen to Jane?" Sandra realized when she was almost to the
bathroom door.

   Would they kill her or possibly take her with them when they fled? 
Sandra wasn't sure which would be worse for her little sister.

   Sandra knew that regardless of what she did, her little sister might
never be free.  With this in mind, logic told her that the best course of
action was to run and at least acquire her own freedom.  But, would it
really be "freedom"?  To spend every day not knowing where or what was
happening to her sister?  To spend every day knowing she abandoned her? 
She had every reason in the world to run out that door, yet, the love for
her sister trumped them all.

   Sandra's sobs became even worse as she realized for the first time that
her captivity went well beyond the confines of her cage.  She wondered if
maybe this was also the reason her little sister had never run for help. 
Sandra knew that Jane's training was now in complete control of the poor
girl.  However, when she was first released from her bonds, Jane surely had
thought about escape as well.  Her love for her little sister grew even
stronger at the realization that Jane had probably also given up her chance
at freedom in order to protect her.

   As she positioned her head over the toilet bowl and looked up at her
master, Sandra realized something else that frightened her.  Her love for
her sister was reason enough to stay, but deep down she could feel a tiny
part of her that actually wanted to please her master.

   Sandra knew she hated everything he had and would some day do to her. 
Yet, that tiny part of her wanted to make her master proud to have her as a
slave.  The feeling was only a tiny seed.  However, despite how hard she
tried, she just couldn't seem to destroy the feeling.  And as bad as the
feeling was, it frightened her even more at the knowledge that the seed
would soon start growing into some kind of ravenous vine.  It wouldn't be
long and the vine would completely overtake her mind and she would become
just like her little sister.

   Sandra closed her eyes tight, but the tears still flowed out.  She
didn't need to be told what was expected of her.  She had seen Nikki do
something very similar to Jane.  Slowly, she opened her mouth wide and
waited for Robert to fertilize the seed.

   -- to be continued -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````