Chapter 36: Pain and Paradise

Dad and I got up and he led me down the hall. We stopped at one door. Screaming and moaning could be heard coming from the other side.

"I don't know what's going on in there, but it can't be good," Dad said, looking none too happy.

"Why?"

"The screaming and moaning has been going on for hours and hours. And they've been ... talking..."

"Talking? Talking about what?"

Dad hesitated. He seemed to be trying to find the right words. "Talking about doing things to one another."

I looked at him. "What kinds of things?" That's when I noticed him blushing. "Sexual things?"

He nodded.

I shook my head. We could discuss sex in its various forms later, when the situation was not so dire. I was looking over the door, but the door knob had been removed. I would have to force it.

I backed up a step to kick at the door. Dad interrupted, "I've tried kicking it. It does no good. I think it's barricaded from the inside."

"There are other things I can do that you can't," I said, as I put my strength into the solid kick the police used to break deadbolt locks. Dad was right, it was barricaded, but I was so much stronger than a normal man it didn't stop me.

The room was dark, with only the barest light coming in through the boards that covered the windows. In the dimness, I could make out a bed and movement there. I heard the flick of the light switch and lamps lit up on either side of the bed. There was no overhead light.

Mom and Monique were lying on the bed. As far as I could tell, both were completely nude and laying in a sixty-nine. However, instead of stimulating each other orally, they were using dildos on one another. At first, the scene was extremely erotic and I could feel my blood flowing, filling my anxious organ, causing it to swell down into my pants leg. Then I noticed more details.

Mom looked up at us. She barely held the end of the toys she was shoving into both of her daughter's holes. The she started pulling them out ... and out ... and out more. These weren't just any toys. They were more of the same line that Monique had shown me back at our parents' house. Mom had pressed both almost fully into Monique and as she pulled them back, blood and other dark substances I didn't want to think about were smeared along their lengths. My excitement waned and left me.

Dad responded before I did. "No!" he shouted and moved forward. He may have intended to pull the toys away from them, to keep them from harming each other more, but I knew they wouldn't be denied so easily. With strength Dad couldn't have expected, Mom grabbed Dad's wrist and twisted his arm. He immediately went to his knees, twisting along with the way she wrenched his arm, trying to keep it from popping out of its socket. I stepped forward and pried her fingers off him. He scrambled away and I stepped back out of reach.

"How ... How did she do that?" Dad asked, panting and rubbing his wrist.

"Randal has amplified her strength so she can harm Monique without any real effort. I have to break his hold over them like I broke his hold on you." I said this, watching the women continue to drive the toys into one another, my voice low and calm.

Dad looked at me. "How can you be so calm about this?"

I looked back at him. "What will panic get me? How will it help them?"

He blinked and stuttered for a moment. I looked back at the women.

He looked back at them too and asked me, "Can you help them then?"

"I can, but it won't be the same as with you."

He looked back at me. "What do you mean?"

"It took a lot of effort to free you Dad. Normally, I would use an entirely different means to bind someone to me, but..." and I looked at him, "you're not my type."

He looked confused and I could feel it too, through our bond. Then he looked back at Mom and Monique and comprehension flushed through him, followed quickly by disgust, jealousy and anger. "You can't. Not with your mother and sister."

I was still watching him as he watched them. The bond we had forged allowed me to know what he was feeling and even though he was saying me having sex with them wasn't right, he was feeling a bit turned on by the sight of the two women going at it.

"Dad, I know I was adopted. I know about my inheritance. I know why you and Mom raised me the way you did. This isn't your fault, though I know you feel no guilt about any of it, but this..." I waved my hand at Mom and Monique, "is going to require all of my abilities to resolve. I have to break Randal's hold over them and then heal them."

Dad looked back at me. "Heal them? You can do that?"

I simply nodded.

Dad looked back at the women again and with a grim look, nodded. "Okay ... son. Do what you need to do, but I'm going to leave the room. I couldn't stand to watch."

He took a step back and stopped. I could feel his conflicting emotions. He wanted to help, but he didn't have the strength to defend himself against Mom or Monique. He also didn't like the idea of me having sex with either of them, most especially his wife. He thought of me as his son, but understood there were no biological ties between me and the women. Technically, biologically, there was nothing wrong with it. It was merely his morals that stood in his way.

"Dad, go. When this is over, after we've all recovered, I'll help you too. You won't have to remember this ever happened."

Dad looked at me again. "Is there anything you can't do?"

I didn't know what to say to that. "I can't make a million dollars from nothing," I said with a wry grin.

Dad smiled too, but only slightly. "Okay, fair enough." He looked back at the women one more time and then turned and left, pulling the door closed.

I turned back to the women. Mom had watched our exchange. She continued watching me while her hands mechanically pumped the toys into Monique like two pistons of an engine. There was no care, no ease, no sense of play or pleasure. Her movements were just that, movements.

I was glad none of my girls were there. They might have thought very differently of me after seeing what I was going to do. Though I hoped I could forgive myself in the end.

I stepped up to the edge of the bed. Mom watched me, but her eyes were filled with pleading rather than the raunchy actions her body displayed. She knew. She had no control over what she did because her enhanced desire to harm her daughter was overriding her sense of protection and preservation. I reached to her cheek and brushed it lightly. She jerked back as if I had burned her. Obviously soft and nice wasn't going to cut it. I hadn't thought it would.

Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pulled her back. She fought me for a moment then rolled off Monique when she realized I was the stronger. Once she was on her back I cupped her face with both of my hands. She shook her head and clawed at me but I would not be denied. Through our contact I commanded her to sleep. Repeatedly I hit her with the command. Randal had made her almost as resistant to my commands as he was. However, she eventually fell just as he had.

Monique either hadn't noticed me or didn't care because she was on her side still driving two toys of her own into Mom. I grabbed her ankles and put the command to her as well. That's when she noticed and tried kicking. Again I was too strong to be denied and, like Mom, Monique fell to my command.

I stood back, looking over the two women and wondering how to proceed. I didn't like the idea of just taking them while they slept. My acceptance of them required their acceptance of me and that required them to be awake. Or...

I stripped down and lay between them. Mom's head was still down by my thighs but for what I had planned it didn't matter. Pulling both of the women close, I wrapped an arm around Mom's thigh and laid that hand on her belly, covering her abused sex. Monique I pulled close and she instinctively cuddled up to me. Closing my eyes, I joined them in their dreams.

I hadn't used my dream room with anyone but my girls in months. I knew I could; the FBI Agent I had worked with before school had started had unknowingly experienced it with me. I only hoped that using it now would allow me to rein in control over Mom and Monique and keep Randal at bay until I could break his bonds to them.

I opened my eyes and all was dark, which was normal for my dream room. However, I wanted something bright and different for the women. I wanted it to be outside, comfortable and still private. My ideas took shape and we were suddenly in a field of soft green grass. The sun was high overhead, warming us. A few clouds moved lazily across a blue sky. Nearby, I could hear a river, and in the distance was a range of mountains. I wasn't sure if this was a real place or completely of my conjuring, but it felt real enough, right down to the sounds of bugs and birds, the scent of different flowers and the clean air of the countryside.

Mom, Monique and I were still lying in the same positions as in real life, and they were still asleep. I knew what to do, having woken up with my girls in similar positions before.

Softly, gently, I began stroking their skin. I didn't really focus on any one area but generally touched them, becoming excited by the feel of their bodies touching mine and the idea of what I would do to break their bonds with Randal and replacing them with mine.

Mom stirred first. She hadn't opened her eyes but automatically rolled to me and started softly kissing my thigh. She spread her legs, allowing my touch to access her better. Her thoughts were there for me to hear, "Oh hon, yes, touch me. I love it when you wake me up like this." She curled one hand around my thigh and the other ran delicately along from my chest, over my abs to my crotch where she encircled the base of my hardness. Her eyes popped open when she noticed how big I was and she looked down at me. "Ral?!? Where's Garret?"

"Relax, Mom, it's okay." I thought.

She looked around, realizing that we weren't in the house any more. "Oh, wow!" She sat up looking around. In the pure light of the sun, her body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat and that made her nudity all that much more erotic to me. Mom looked down at me smiling. "Ral, how did we get here? The last thing I remember was... " and her face darkened.

I couldn't sit up because Monique was now using my shoulder as a pillow, but I reached out and stroked Mom's face. "It's okay. You're with me now and he can't touch you."

Her glassy eyes focused on me again. "How ... How do you know?"

I used my thumb to wipe away a tear that had escaped her. "Because I'm going to break the bond he's got on you."

"How?"

I slid my hand gently behind her neck and pulled her to me easily. She didn't fight, but I could still feel her conflicting emotions as well as the ones that Randal had amplified to create her need to be physically punished. Slowly, she lowered her face to me and I leaned up a bit, meeting her lips with mine. She gave over to the delicacy of my touch and kissed me back. I could feel tears running along her face and dropping to mine. When we broke our kiss, she was fairly certain what I meant to do and part of her wanted it.

Pulling from our kiss Mom shivered. "He's still here. I can still feel him."

"Don't think about him. You give him power when you do. Look at me, let your curiosity for me fill you. Do what you want with me, enjoy yourself."

She nodded and looked me over. I was hard and ready, feeling her eyes drift over me and the soft, warm body of Monique pressed to my side.

Mom noticed her too. "What about Monique? Why hasn't she woken up?"

I smiled gently, not wanting to convey my fears regarding Monique, and turned to face her. "Mo ... wake up, sis, " I thought gently and then kissed her lips lightly. She pressed to me more, her lips opening up and her tongue seeking mine. Her arms entwined me and pulled me to her. I obliged, but threw out a hand to Mom to let her know she hadn't been forgotten.

After a deep, passionate kiss, I broke away for air. Monique opened her eyes a fraction, squinting up to see me. "Damn! It's bright in here."

I shielded her eyes, allowing her to adjust. "Come on sleepy head. Get up and have a look around." I thought at her, kissing her chin and then the point where her collar bones met. The heat and softness of her skin were mesmerizing. The feel of her nude body under mine had me throbbing, as if Mom's touch and eyes hadn't already.

"Where am I?" Monique thought.

"With me and Mom, " I answered. "We're in a safe place. No one can touch us here, no one can find us."

Then Monique's eyes went wide and she sat up as quickly as I could get out of her way. "Ral! Mom! Oh, God! What did I do? Was that a dream? A nightmare?"

I reached out and stroked her cheek, bringing her eyes back to me, helping her to calm down. "I'm going to be honest with you and Mom. That was no dream. You two really were doing what you thought you were."

Both stared at me, but Mom turned away first. Monique seemed completely in shock. "But ... but I couldn't stop. I couldn't get away." Then she remembered her current situation. "Where are we now?"

"Somewhere safe. Here you can do anything you want without fear of pain, harm or death."

"It sounds like a dream."

"It is, very much."

"You mean we're dreaming right now? How? This is just too real for a dream." Monique stood up and looked around, completely unashamed of her nudity.

"This is my dream room. I can make it look any way I want it to."

Monique looked back at me, her eyes were wide and I could feel fear creeping along her spine.

I held up my hands, "Relax, Mo. I'm not into any of the crap Randal has been putting you two through. Think back to the last few days. You've come onto me and done things you normally wouldn't have. I'm trying to help you in every way I know how."

Both looked at me. "Randal?" Mom asked first.

I nodded at her. "Randal Nautikuus. My grandfather, biological grandfather."

They looked at each other, neither understood why my grandfather would bring them harm.

"The best I can offer is to say he is pained by something that happened to him and somehow figured out where I was, but seeing how all of you treated me as I grew up, he now believes you should all be punished."

Monique sat down with me and Mom. "Why would he punish us for treating you like any other rivaling siblings."

"You and Mandy, I'm not sure, but Mom and Dad were indifferent to me as I grew up." Mom looked like she was on the verge of tears again. "Mom, no." I took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I found out why you treated me that way. You and Dad were influenced by my biological father. I know the whole story and hopefully can convey this to Randal to get him to stop the attacks."

Monique watched Mom too. She felt Mom's pain because of the design of my dream room. She asked about it and I explained further about the room.

"The important thing right now is breaking the bond Randal has over both of you. Dad was under his control too, but I've already freed him."

Both nodded their heads and the question I had been waiting for came forth. "How do you break his bond?"

I looked at each of them. It was a delay and I knew it. Even though I had been excited when I first brought them to my dream room, I was now not sure how they would accept me. The room was keeping Randal from reaching them and amplifying any desires that might have sent them running into my arms like they had back before the house had been burned down, but now they were both themselves. Or at least as much themselves as they could be. Finally, I answered. "The only way I know how to bind anyone to me is through sex."

Both stared at me, and another thought came forth. "You had sex with Dad?"

Obviously it was Monique. "No, I used sheer willpower to force my bond on Dad to replace Randal's."

"Then why can't you do that with us?"

"It drained me, and Randal is now aware of what I'm doing. He's going to redouble his efforts and I need my abilities to defend us."

Mom and Monique looked at one another again. "Do we really have to do this?"

"If not, that madman will have us doing things to one another again until something really bad happens, " Mom thought.

"But with Ral? Why not Ryan and Dad?"

"Because neither of them can bind you to them, removing Randal's bonds in the process. Dad already knows what I need to do and though it disgusts him, he's agreed. I haven't found Ryan yet, " I interjected.