Clarence
Copyright© 2024 by P. Tango
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - When his father died, he went to live with his mother and sister... and their Master.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Slavery Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter DomSub
Clarence went to Anastasia’s room. He needed to know that she was OK.
The door was closed. He stood there longer than he meant to, before knocking. There was no answer. He knocked again. Finally, he opened the door.
The room was empty. The bed had been made, carefully. Too carefully. The covers smoothed flat, pillows aligned. The kind of neat that wasn’t meant for comfort.
His eyes went to the center of the room before he could stop them.
Nothing there now. Of course there wasn’t.
But he could still see it. The space where she’d been. Where she’d waited. Where she’d told him to stop.
Clarence sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, remembering. It had been the same in the orphanage. Someone pushed back. Someone hesitated. Someone didn’t comply fast enough. And somehow, it was never that kid who paid.
It was whoever stood closest. A sibling. A friend. Somebody who mattered.
Clarence swallowed. It was clear now.
They didn’t punish me because they couldn’t. So they punished her in my place.
That was why he’d been made to watch.
That was why Anastasia had spoken to him and Evelyn hadn’t.
A warning that didn’t need words.
You don’t get hurt, the house had told him.
Other people do.
Clarence pressed his hands together until his knuckles ached.
“So that’s how you do it,” he muttered under his breath.
Not angry. Not scared.
Just clear.
Disobey, and the cost doesn’t disappear.
It just moves.
“What are you doing here?” The voice startled him. Anastasia was at the door, looking at him with curiosity. Not anger.
“I ... I just wanted to see if you were ok,” Clarence explained.
Anastasia gave him a weak smile. “I will be.”
“I’m sorry ... I didn’t know it would go like that.”
Anastasia seemed surprised. “I was punished for failing to comply an order,” she said.
Clarence realized that it was also true. That didn’t change who the punishment was meant for. Efficient, he thought. He also sensed that Anastasia would not see this. For her, she had been punished, and that was all. She had not understood why he was made to watch. She thinks this ended that night.
Anastasia lingered at the door when Clarence stood to leave.
He had one hand on the handle when she spoke.
“Clarence.”
He turned.
She was calm. Not guarded. Not tense. Just ... matter-of-fact.
“The order hasn’t been lifted.”
His chest tightened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I still have to carry it out,” she said. “Or try to.”
Clarence stared at her. “After—”
“Yes,” she said. “After.”
He thought of the room. The way everything had been ready.
“So what happens if I say no again?” he asked.
Anastasia looked at him, surprised by the question.
“Then I fail again,” she said.
“And then?” he pressed.
She gave a small shrug. “Then there are consequences.”
He felt the weight of it settle, slow and heavy.
“You’re telling me this because...?” he started.
“Because I didn’t last time,” she said. “And I should have.”
There was no accusation in it. No appeal.
Just fact.
“I won’t force you,” she added. “That isn’t how it works.”
Clarence let out a short, humorless breath.
“But you’ll try.”
“Yes.”
“And if I still refuse—”
She met his eyes. “Then I’ll take responsibility again.”
The words were simple. Final.
Clarence nodded once.
“Okay,” he said, and left the room.
The next day at school, Clarence was still wound tight when Doug stepped into the corridor.
The morning hadn’t settled in him yet—Anastasia’s voice, the unfinished order, the way the house had gone quiet afterward. He walked beside Tina without really seeing where he was going, jaw set, shoulders locked. Then Doug moved into their path, close enough to break stride, and Clarence felt the pressure tip from contained to unstable.
He didn’t look at Clarence at first. Instead, his eyes slid to Tina, slow and deliberate.
“Well,” Doug said, voice carrying just enough. “This is new.”
Tina stopped. Clarence felt it before he saw it—the way people around them slowed, attention sharpening.
Doug smiled at her. “Didn’t know we were allowed pets on campus.”
A couple of boys laughed. Not loudly. Carefully.
Tina’s jaw tightened. “Knock it off, Doug,” she said.
Doug leaned closer. “Careful,” he replied. “You keep slumming like this, people might start asking questions.”
Clarence stepped forward.
“Not now, Doug,” he warned.
Doug finally looked at him.
Up close, Clarence could see it clearly now—the calm confidence, the ease. Doug wasn’t angry. He was amused.
“Oh,” Doug said. “It talks.”
Clarence didn’t answer. He shifted slightly, putting himself between Doug and Tina without thinking about it. Doug’s smile widened.
“So that’s how it is,” he said. “You think you get to—”
“Leave us alone, Doug,” he answered. Quiet laughs followed his quip. Not many people would dare to stand to Doug.
“So the little slave wants to fight,” Doug smiled, baring his teeth in menace. He adopted the classic boxing pose, elbows tucked in and fists high at temple level. Clarence thought he looked like a poster for a boxing movie.
Doug squared up, elbows tucked, fists high.
Clarence clocked it immediately. Poser.
Doug believed in rules.
The jab snapped out. Clarence turned just enough, felt knuckles scrape his jaw, copper blooming sharp and sudden. That was enough.
From there on, there was no conscious thought. Only one instinct: Finish this. Now.
The kick in the gonads was both unexpected and painful for Doug. His face showed both pain and surprise, but there was no time for him to reflect about it since Clarence took his head with both hands and forcefully brought it against his upward knee.
Doug fell to the ground, unconscious. Clarence was about to finish him with a stomp on his head when somebody grabbed him from behind. He twisted instinctively, ready to strike again, then stopped when he saw the teacher’s face. No anger. No alarm. Just assessment He immediately relaxed and lowered his hands. The teacher released him. “Enough,” the teacher said.
Clarence stepped back at once. His hands dropped. The teacher released him without comment and turned his attention to Doug, already sprawled on the floor.
“Medical to corridor seven,” he told to a hand-held communicator. No one shouted. No one crowded in. Students backed away on their own, forming a clean space around the body. Clarence noticed that without quite meaning to.
“Come with me,” the teacher said. Clarence obeyed.
Clarence was surprised by the alacrity, the efficiency of it all. When they reached the principal’s office, the video of the fight was already in Mr. Ellis’ computer screen. Clarence was sure that he would be punished severely. After all, he was not a master, and he had dared to fight -even worse, beat- a future master. Somebody’s son. Somebody with connections.
The principal looked at him. This is it, Clarence thought, remembering his mother’s admonition. His mouth tasted coppery, no doubt blood from that first jab. So he was astounded when, after watching the video and exchanging a look with the teacher who stopped the fight, the principal simply said: “You responded within bounds.” Clarence said nothing. “Go back to class, Mr. Evans.”
That was all.
No warning. No lecture. No punishment.
Clarence left the office with the coppery taste in his mouth.
He was intercepted by Tina.
“Come with me,” she told him, taking his hand and dragging him to an empty classroom.
“What...” he asked, confused. Tina didn’t give him time to think, as soon as she closed the door her mouth was all over his, her tongue demanding access to his mouth.
Clarence had kissed girls before, but this was the first time since he had arrived to the manor. It was clear that Tina was a lot more experienced than him, and suddenly he felt her hands fumbling with his pants.
Under any other circumstances he might have protested, but right now he was high on adrenaline, his mouth although hurt was being soothed by her soft lips, and, suddenly, he realized it would be a solution to one of his problems. So he decided to go with the flow.
When he entered Tina, he was surprised by the heat. “Condom...?” he managed to ask.
“I’m protected,” she answered. “You can come inside.”
Reassured, he started to pump. After a relatively short time, he released his load inside her, which triggered her own orgasm.
“Don’t read much into it,” she told him afterward. “You stepped in. That mattered.”
Clarence exhaled, tension easing. That was good. Simple. Manageable. At this time a girlfriend would complicate things, more so if she were a mistress, or a future mistress.
“I know. It doesn’t mean I won’t treasure this moment forever,” he answered, with a smile. She smiled him back.
“Let’s go back to class.”
The call came while Evelyn was reviewing the afternoon schedule. She recognized the number at once and answered without sitting.