He thought he'd broken her control over him. He was wrong.
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His therapist warned him against it. His mother begged him not to go. But after finally freeing himself of her brainwashing, Jack knows he must face his sister one last time before leaving for a new life on the west coast free from the depraved acts they did to one another.
Jack thought he had recovered. Thought he had broken free of his sister’s mental control. But he quickly finds that isn’t the case when he finds she has become rich, powerful, and owns a mansion full of mind-broken, naughty slaves at her committed to her will.
What will he do when he finds she’s been waiting for him? Is he doomed to fall into her incestuous, lust fueled clutches again, now that she has grown even more powerful than before? Or might things not be exactly what they seem?
This 9,600 word story contains the following deliciously taboo themes: Incest, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Female Domination, and Corruption.
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Brother Reclaimed: Part One
As Jack neared his destination, he checked his phone to make sure he had the right address. Each neighborhood he passed grew steadily more affluent, and he was seeing fewer "homes" and more what he could only describe as "compounds."
Finally, the winding road ended in a final gated property, the property that his phone showed as his destination. Jack leaned over the steering wheel as he peered through the gaps in the steel fencing at the residence given to him by his sister. "Fuck me," he said.
What he saw wasn't exactly a mansion, but it was definitely in a different category than any home he'd ever been near. It was a large, three-story house with a white stone facade and black shutters covering tall, wide windows. It sat back from the road on a long driveway, with landscaping so immaculate the emerald grass seemed to glow in the sunlight. The French Broad River ran alongside the property, a small dock poking out over it a way in the distance.
He drove slowly in through the open gate, passing up the drive to park in the circular drive in front of the home. The entire time, he watched the house for movement, but could see nothing through the thick black shutters covering the windows.
There was a luxury car parked in front of a garage affixed to the side of the house. A black BMW, its gleaming hood reflecting in the midday sun as if it were a polished piece of obsidian. There was someone underneath the car, the lower half of their overalls sticking out from under the hood. As he neared, he saw them pull slide themselves out from under it and rise as they watched him approach.
It was a tall, dark-skinned woman with a mass of thin braids tied together behind her head. She pulled a cloth out and wiped her hands as he nervously stepped out of his car.
“Um... Hey there,” he called out. “There isn’t a person named Alice who lives here, is there?”
The tall woman leaned back against the car, crossing her arms. Jack could see her ice-blue eyes looking him up and down, her full lips set in a lazy smile. “Oh yeah,” she said in a sensual, sonorous tone. “She’s in there.” He jerked her chin back towards the mansion. “Just head on over and knock. Don’t mind Misty. She’ll help you out.”
“OK,” Jack said slowly, the woman’s casual attitude not helping his nervousness. “Does Alice... work here, or something?”
The woman chuckled, stowing the rag in the pocket of her coveralls. As she stood, Jack felt certain she was easily taller than him. Stronger than him, too, judging from the tone of her well-muscled arms poking out from her rolled-up sleeves. “Sure. Though I doubt in the way you’re thinking.”
She gave him a last look, and, satisfied with what she saw, knelt back down and returned to her spot underneath the car. Jack considered calling to her again, but ultimately decided against it. With a long, deep breath, he made his way towards the house.
Despite the shutters, Jack felt like he was being watched as he approached the front door. There was no doorbell, just a brass knocker adorning the center of the door. Jack knocked a few times, then took his phone from his pocket. There were another two missed calls from his mother and one more text message.
"Jack, you don't have to do this. After what she did, you don't need anything from her. Just let it go and come back."
Jack sighed and put away his phone. His mother didn't understand. He needed to see her one last time. Needed to show her—show himself—that he had grown past what she had done to him. He reminded himself of the directives his therapist gave him. Ignore the body. Ignore the feelings. They were only the remnants of her sister’s control. They had no power over him.
He drew himself up at the sound of several locks clacking open. on the door before it slowly swung open. Standing in front of him was a very attractive woman in a tight, alluring maid’s uniform.
"Good afternoon, sir," the maid said in a polite, lilting voice. "We've been expecting you."
Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. He hadn't expected there to be a housekeeper, much less one so beautiful. She was tall and slim, with long blonde hair and a tanned complexion. Her bright blue eyes looked out at him through a thin pair of glasses.
Jack blushed and looked away from the woman. "Thank you."
The maid stepped aside and gestured him in with a slight bow. For a moment, Jack considered turning right around and walking back to his car. He couldn't bring himself to do it, though. He had come this far. There was no choice but to go through with it.
Jack stepped past the maid to the house's grand foyer. A beautiful chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room and reflecting on the polished marble floor.
Jack mouthed the words "Jesus fucking Christ" as the maid walked by.
"I'll inform Mistress that you're here," she said pertly.
Jack stared at the woman as she ascended the marble staircase. "Mistress?" He shook his head. Things were just getting weirder and weirder.
He looked around the room, his nervousness mounting. Surely her sister didn’t actually live here? How could she have amassed enough wealth to afford such a fancy home? The only way he could think was if she had married some sugar daddy. The thought gave him a strange and uncomfortable feeling in stomach.
Down one hallway, he could see the edge of a kitchen, its lights bright and inviting. Through a curved arch was smaller living room where a lit fireplace set into the wall around a wide, comfy couch made of red leather. A beautiful piano was in front of the fireplace, its polished surfaces shimmering in the fireplace light.
Standing there, a sound slowly drew Jack’s attention from warmly lit room. From a narrow passageway edged in shadow under the stairs, Jack heard the soft sound of voices. He furrowed his brow as he strained to hear, edging towards the noise.
The passage with a series of wooden doors on either side, ending in a larger metal door that was stranger than all of them. As he neared, he could hear the voices more clearly. Jack stopped, heart pounding as he realized what he was hearing wasn't words. They were moaning. Soft moans that rose and fell as he stood at the entrance. His eyes widened as the voice let out a sudden cry that was thick with pleasure.
"Uhhnnn... Yeessss......"
Jack's eyes went wide at the sound. Backing away from the corridor.
"Hey there, brother," a voice carried down from the floor above. "I'm glad you came."
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