Chapter 4

when Lucinda and I had calmed down from our highs, Michelle and I undid the straps holding Lucinda tothe table. As soon as she was free, she knelt at my feet." Lucinda, stand up and kiss me." I was nearly knocked over as she launched herself from the floor, threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her lips over mine. I put my arms around her, enjoying the feeling of her nipples on my chest. Unlatching myself fromher lips and arms I said "Let's go and clean up. " As we used the bidet, Michelle washed the dildo and put it and the gel away. As the girls started to dress, I told them to wear panties only. Putting my boxers on I led the way upstairs, Lucinda clinging to my arm with both of hers.

We walked into the kitchen to find all the clan still there.

"Master, why are you allowing that bitch to hold you" said my grandmother.

Before I could answer my mother yelled "Get away from her you slut."

"Quiet. Now Marg come here, Michelle join the other two."

"Now, Marg and Lucinda are staying with me, you three are to go to your rooms and stay there until I tell you otherwise. There is something very wrong with the way Lucinda has been treated. When I find out the full story you three better hope that you're not the instigators. Now go." With looks of horror, the three fled the room.

I realised I was starving, so we had a snack of cold cuts and salad, then grabbing a bottle of champagne and three glasses, we headed upstairs." Sis, do you normal bedtime things, then come to my room. Lucinda, have a shower and do some hair removal please. The only hair I want to see from the neck down is a litle trimmed diamond above your slit. Then come to my room too." They left with a chorus of yes sirs. Reaching my room I had a quick shit/shower/shave, and donned clean boxers. Opening the champagne, I poured myself a glass, and sat on my bed, back against the headboard.

The first to arrive was my sister. When she approached the side of the bed, I asked her to stop and stand still so I could admire here. She looked as I imagined my mother must have looked at her age. The same red hair, alabaster skin and jutting breasts. It was easy to to discern this, as all she was wearing was a creamy coloured babydoll outfit.

She started to ask me something, but I silenced her with a finger and motioned her to sit beside me on the bed. After pouring her a glass of champagne, I explained." Gorgeous sister, I'd like to wait 'till Lucinda gets her before I talk to you about a few things. The main one being why Lucinda has been treated the way she has been."

"Okay master."

"Please sis, call me Brad. Your not under my control as yet, and I think I need to to be called by my name sometimes."

"Okay Brad darling" she said with a big smile.

At that point Lucinda walked in, wearing a unflattering long red T-shirt.

"Lucinda, take that shirt off. I don't like it."

"Yes master," she said, removing the offending article.

"That's much better," I said referring to her shaven underarms and crotch." Come and sit on the bed."

She sat crosslegged near the end of the bed, giving a great view of her near hairless pussy. When she was settled I handed her a glass of champagne.

"Now to business. Sis do you know what goes on in the 'playroom'?.

"I"ve never been in there Brad, but from the snippets I've heard it sounds more like a torture chamber."

"In a way it is if things carried to far. Used mildly, I think you would enjoy some things, but you wouldn't enjoy the way Lucinda has been treated down there. Cindy, could you explain please."

"Master I like it when you call me Cindy. You used to call me that when you were a toddler." She then started to explain what had occurred in the basement over the last twenty years. Most of the story I knew, even so I was horrified. The look of horror on Margeret's face though scared me. Some of the things she said included being strapped to the machines for hours at a time, being in the stocks all night one night, being whipped, beaten, fucked with strap-ons [always in the ass] and nipple torture. Tears were streaming down all our faces.

"Who did these things to you?" I asked.

"Michelle did what she was ordered to, but never initiated anything herself, your mother took me there many times, but the worst was your grandmother. Sometimes she made me go there every day for weeks on end. And by the look on her face showed she really enjoyed doing the cruelest things to me" she explained." Occasionally, Amanda, your father's personal secretary took me down there too. I don't think you know, but she was under your father's control, though he never fucked her. She's a lesbian."

She went on "Some of the milder things I could almost enjoy, but never being allowed to climax was so frustrating."

"What?" said sis," why would they not allow you to come?."

"The ultimate cruelty I suppose" I said." What did my father do?."

"He'd watch sometimes, but mainly he would come down, get off in my butt, then leave."

"Okay, the big question. Why? Why were you treated like this?," was my queery.

"It's because of a man called Neil Ferris. He raped your grandmother. Your grandfather walked in when he had finished with her, and the shock gave him a fatal heart attack. Years later, Neil Ferris turned up again soon after your father was starting of in business, cheated him out of a few million dollars then disappeared again. It very nearly drove your father to bankruptcy."

"What's that got to do with you?" I blurted out.

"I'm the result of that rape" she said.

"You mean that Ferris fellow was your father" holy shit, that explained how she and my mother looked totally different.

She nodded then continued "It seems when I reached about eight years old, my facial features were very much like his, so after blood tests were done, it showed that your grandfather couldn't possibly be my father."

"But why take it out on you?."

"Because I look like him, and they could never find him. Your grandmother, my own mother has been cruel to me since I was eight, your father from soon after marrying your mother."