Chapter 1: Procuring Paula

 

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.

 

Chapter 2: Paula in a Panic

 

Hank woke up to the sounds of Paula screaming, looking over at his clock to see he had slept for far too long. Her cries of, "Hank! Hank! What the fuck is going on, Hank where are you?" could be heard through the wall between their rooms and he was glad he lived in an isolated house. Her ranting continued as he got up and went to the bathroom to wash the sleep from his eyes. Listening to her cries of fear and anger felt nice, it was time she felt some real fear.

He walked back to her room, having left her door open, to see her struggling futilely against her bindings. He had her cell, and without saying a word, he played the voice mail on the cell's speakerphone. Upon hearing Drew screaming at her, she stopped struggling and screaming, looking like she wanted to sink into the bed. She was too scared and surprised to recognize the message as the recording.

When she had awakened and discovered she was bound and blinded, terror set in, instantly wondering if she had been followed and captured by Drew. She knew that if he did find her she would likely have been sold to some Arab Sheik to become lost in his harem for life. She hoped that she had not brought down his wrath on Hank, having withheld the truth about their real relationship. She did not have the heart to tell him how kinky she had become, actually liking being tied up and used like a fuck toy. She only ran away because she was afraid she would end up losing herself in the debauchery Drew enjoyed and if she did not escape, she would be lost.

Waking up, bound like she was, made her think that he had found her. She screamed for her brother, hoping he was all right. She cared about him like no one else and despite what she did in her life; she always looked to him for guidance and advice. If she caused him any pain now, she would never forgive herself. When she heard the voicemail, she froze, now truly terrified that she was found and caught.

"Please Drew," she pled after hearing his voice, "just leave my brother alone and I will do whatever you want."

Hank smiled and thought for a moment, before saying, "You were not quite honest with me Paula."

"Hank? Is that you? What the hell is going on?" she cried, the sound of fear and confusion prevalent in her reply.

"Yes Paula it is me, but I am no longer able to just bail you out of your messes. Given who you decided to screw with this time, I decided you are in dire need of a complete attitude readjustment."

"What the hell are you talking about? Drew isn't even here is he?" she shot back, anger now replacing the fear in her voice.

"That's my girl, I knew you would revert to form when you realized that it wasn't Drew that caught you. But you have been caught girl, by me."

"Let me up Hank!" she screamed, her rage becoming apparent.

"Shut up and listen bitch! Since mom and dad died I have bailed your ass out of a dozen messes and I am done. I will do it this one last time, but you will have to pay the price, my price."

"What the fuck are you talking about and why am I tied to the bed?" she asked, a hint of fear creeping into her tone after hearing what he just said.

"You are tied up so I could get your undivided attention, so just listen, or I will gag you too. We are not really brother and sister, though I have treated you like we are, but you have just used me like all the men in your life. From what I discovered about your friend Drew, you were one step away from becoming a real slave and God knows what would have happened to you if I wasn't here."

"Hank this isn't funny, now let me up!" she interrupted. She realized how serious he was when she heard a tearing sound and in a flash her mouth was glued shut by a large piece of tape.

"I warned you Paula, now listen up, you are going to stay here for as long as I choose. You had best get used to the idea fast, because if you don't you will suffer much like Drew intended. You see, my last girlfriend had kinky tastes too, and after what you told me last night, I now know what you really need."