Paula Stevens was a tease and she knew it, just as well as those who were familiar
with her did. At five foot eight and a sultry 110 pounds, she exuded sexiness and took
advantage of it. Her auburn hair nearly reached her ass, having let it grow for the last
five years, since she was sixteen years old. Her bright green eyes, flawless complexion,
and striking smile lured most men she encountered and she used it to get what she wanted.
The fact that she sported a full and natural 38D cup chest only added to the way she
enticed the male of the species.
But Paula, despite her enchanting appearance, had an equally distasteful
personality. She was a narcissist, who looked down on most other women and only considered
men as toys to play with as she saw fit. At twenty-one she had used and disposed of so
many men that she had lost count. There was only one man that remained a constant in her
life, her stepbrother Hank. They had grown up together since they were very young, when
her mother married his father.
They had a somewhat normal life until Hank was twenty and she had just turned
eighteen, when their parents were killed in a car crash. They inherited a sizable sum,
split equally between the two stepsiblings. He was the wise one of the two, investing and
saving his money; while she lived a care free life, spending like there was no tomorrow.
In the three years since the accident, her inheritance dwindled away, while his grew
through prudence and wise investments.
Hank was a big man, standing six feet three inches tall and weighing 225 pounds,
with thick dark hair and a chiseled jaw. He attracted his fair share of women but he
truthfully wanted Paula but always denied his infatuation with her. His most recent fling,
with a girl named Penny, added a strange new craving to his hidden desires. Penny loved to
be bound and tortured before sex, getting off by being abused, rather than pampered. Hank
found out how much he liked it, and given how Penny looked so much like Paula (all his
girlfriends did, but he never acknowledged why that motivated him) he found himself
thinking about Paula submitting to him.
His fling with Penny lasted several months, ending recently when he told her he did
not want to keep her as his live in pet. She moved on to find another Dom, while he
wrestled with his true feelings. He had not heard from Paula in nearly six months and
calls to the phone numbers he had for her went unanswered and eventually the numbers were
disconnected. So he sat in his small country house, miles from the nearest neighbors,
searching the Internet for anything and everything related to BDSM. He became obsessed
with the lifestyle, but his alternate fixation with Paula could no longer be denied, as he
imagined her kneeling at his feet and doing his bidding.
One night, while surfing the net, his phone rang and he answered it, “Hello?”
“Hank it’s Paula, how ya doing brother?” came the familiar voice over the line.
“Paula? Where have you been sis? All the numbers I had for you are disconnected,
are you OK?” he asked, surprised, but delighted to hear from her.
“Not really Hank, can I stay with you for a while? I am having some problems and
need to lie low,” was her response, a revelation that did not shock him.
“Sure, you know you are always welcome here, when are you coming?” he asked.
“I will be there in an hour, if that is alright,” she responded.
“Ok, I’ll see you then,” he replied, suddenly thinking that maybe the time was
right.
“Thanks Hank, see you soon,” she said before the line went dead.
He leaped up and ran down to the basement playroom he had built while he was seeing
Penny. He shuffled through the boxes of toys he had accumulated and found a few things,
thinking that if she was in another predicament that had her on the run, maybe he could
use it as the opportunity he sought. He headed back upstairs and took a few Valium from
the medicine chest, grinding them into a powder and stashing it in the kitchen. From there
he just waited and wondered if his dreams might come true tonight.
He saw her headlights coming up his long driveway, a quarter mile from the road. He
stepped out on the front porch as she pulled up in a car that looked like it was ready to
fall apart, a far cry from the one she had last time she came to visit. All her visits
were prompted by the troubles she had gotten herself into, her stepbrother being her
unwavering solution. The last time it cost him five grand before she up and disappeared
again. This time he thought, feeling suddenly confident, things would not go the way she
would normally anticipate.
As she stepped out of the car, he came down the porch stairs and asked, “Hey Paula,
what happened to your Mustang?”
“It was repossessed, like my new ride?” she jokingly replied.
“I hope someone paid you to take it off his or her hands,” was his retort.
“Very funny brother, we catch up after I get a shower, if that’s OK?” she replied.
“Sure, are you hungry?” he asked, taking a suitcase she pulled from the back seat
of the car.
“Yes, would you make me one of your omelets?”
“Of course,” he said, escorting her into the house and up to the room she always
used when she stayed here. He noticed she was dressed like a slut, as usual. A dark red
mini skirt and low cut blouse, revealed her shapely legs and deep cleavage. The red pumps
on her feet, with the four-inch heels, made the muscles in her legs stand out, and his
manhood stiffen in his pants.
He left her to take her shower, adjusting his cock in his pants as he walked down
the stairs. He chose to focus on how she used him, like everyone else in her life, to meet
her needs, allowing his anger to take root. Sure, he cared about her, maybe too much, but
if he were to commit to his plan he needed the proper motivation. He expected that once
they started really talking she would provide him with ample ammunition to fuel his ire.
The fact that she always teased him, like she did all men, certainly helped him to
increase the fire burning in his belly.
He was just finishing cooking when she came skipping into the kitchen, wearing just
an oversized tee shirt. Though it was large enough to reach the middle of her thighs, her
voluminous breasts still stretched the thin fabric, her nipples evident through the cloth.
She sat at the table, as he placed a plate of food in front of her, ready to hear her
latest tale of woe.
As she ate the eggs and potatoes he made for her, she asked, “So what’s new with
you, how’s your love life?”
“I’m in between at the moment, how about yours?”
“That’s why I’m here, my last boyfriend Drew was getting a little controlling, so I
bolted.”
“And how much did you stiff him for on your way out the door?” he asked, knowing
she always did that to her ex-paramours.
“Oh Hank! I only spent from the account he told me I could, how was I to know that
he would freak out from a measly ten grand?” she replied, trying to sound naïve.
“And now he is looking for you, and his money I guess?”
“I guess so, but he will never find me here, you can let me stay awhile, right
Hank?” she asked, giving him that pouty look she perfected over the years.
“And you just don’t want me to pay him off?”
“I don’t think that would satisfy him,” she replied, pausing a moment before
saying, “We were playing some kinky games and he somehow got the impression I was like his
slave, or something.”
Hanks eyebrows went up with that little revelation, so his little stepsister played
kinky games he thought. He sat back and said, “So tell me Paula, how does someone come to
think of you as a slave?”
“Well…he helped me out of a bit of another financial jam, and I accepted the role
of his sex slave to compensate him. At first it was fun, but when he tried to share me
with his friends, I said enough and took off.”
“With his ten grand?” he asked, wondering how deep she had dived into the shit this
time.
“It’s in my bag, yes, but I earned it from all the kinky shit he did with me.
Please don’t judge me Hank, you are the only man whose opinion I respect.”
He handed her a pad and a pen, and then said, “Write down his name and address, I
want to research him a bit to make sure he does not show up at my door.”
She took the paper and pen, writing down what he asked, and then asking, “So I can
stay with you then?”
“Always,” was his reply, though she had no idea what he meant by it.
“Thanks Hank,” she said, gobbling down the last of her food.
“Would you like a drink Paula?” he asked, picking up her empty plate.
“Scotch and soda if you have it.”
“Sure, why don’t you go to the living room and have a seat, I will bring our drinks
out in a minute.”
She left him then and headed to the living room, while he mixed her drink with the
powder he made earlier. He brought them the drinks and sat across from her, and they
chatted for a while. He kept the conversation mundane, avoiding the questions that arose
from their chat in the kitchen. Soon he could see the effects of the Valium as her eyes
became glassy, but he talked and talked as if nothing was amiss.
Finally, after he droned on for quite a while, she said, “Hank, mind if I get some
sleep? I am really spent.”
“Sure,” he said, standing up and offering her his hand.
She stood up, but started to stumble, as Hank grabbed her around the waist to
steady her. She passed out in his arms and he scooped her up, her barely clothed body
feeling hot against his own. Thinking for a moment about taking her down to the playroom,
he decided instead to carry her upstairs, laying her down on the bed in her room.
He took her bags, and all the clothes she had pulled out of them, taking them
downstairs. He found the money hidden below her clothes and went through the rest of her
possessions, looking at what she brought with her. Her bankbook showed she had barely two
hundred dollars left in it, but her cell phone had a telling voice mail in it.
He listened to the message, “Paula you fucking bitch! First I bail you out with
five grand to pay your debts and then you disappear with ten thousand more! I’ll find you
cunt, and when I do I’ll make you suffer like you so richly deserve!”
Hank smiled, thinking that the guy was likely justified, knowing what his sister
had done to so many men. He went to his computer and in a few minutes had all the
information he needed on Mr. Drew Isaac, Paula’s latest victim. He was a wealthy man, very
powerful and someone you did not want to fuck with if you had any sense, which apparently
Paula did not. But he did know that if he were looking for her, he would likely find her,
even here.
So, he composed an email, offering him twenty thousand to let her go and assuring
him that she would be made to pay for the trouble he was caused. He indicated that she was
safely stashed away and would receive a punishment to fit her crime, letting him know that
they were of like mind. If he were to accept the offer, he would send him pictures and
videos of her suffering. He added another incentive, hoping that it would diminish his
anger and keep him away from Paula until he was ready.
He sent the message, using special encryption software that hid his IP address from
the receiver. Then he went to work downstairs, preparing Paula’s initiation into her new
life. He justified his actions based on her latest escapade, thinking that if he were not
here to help her, this guy would find her with ease. And what might happen to her if he
did would be far worse than what he had planned. Hank wanted a pet; this guy sounded like
he wanted a punching bag, though he was sure Paula caused it with her deceitful actions.
After prepping the basement, he went back upstairs and found her still sound
asleep. He slipped leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and then tied her spread eagled
to the corners of the bed. He taped two patches of heavy fabric over her eyes, making sure
they were secure and blocked all her sight. Then he peaked under her tee shirt; she wore
no bra or panties as he expected, he was happy to see she kept her pussy clean-shaven, and
happier still to see the little ring that pierced her clitoral hood. Perhaps, he thought,
she was ready for someone to finally reel her in and teach her the lessons she needed to
learn.
He went to his room to lie down, needing some rest before he began with her. At
first he expected her to fight him and planned a special introduction to the new and
improved Hank. She would learn quickly that he meant business and her options were none.
Since he was her only family he recognized that other than Mr. Isaac, no one would miss
her. She was his now and he was resolved to break her down and turn her into the sexual
plaything he thought about for years. Only now he would expect her to grovel and serve him
first and he just wondered why he had not acted on this sooner.
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