Sins of the Father

It was a little cliche, pulling into the cheap motel. I'd stayed at seedy joints before, but nothing quite like this, and definitely not with a beautiful woman in tow. But the guy at the counter just grunted at me as I laid out stacks of notes. Eventually I must have hit the magic number, as he dropped a key on the counter. Grabbing it, I checked the building map on the wall and determined we were on the far side, ground level. Taking Athena back out to the car, I drove over and parked in front of our door. This time, I grabbed my bags as we got out.

Athena followed me slowly into the room, before standing quietly in the corner as I set my bag on the bed. Pulling out a small set of bolt cutters and a digital camera, I smiled at Athena.

"Come sit down, I'm sure you don't want to be wearing those anymore. I just need to take some photos first."

Athena, the moment she heard my instructions, practically ran to the bed before settling herself beside me. Picking up the camera, I bent down and took several close ups of her feet and ankles. I could see clearly where the straps cut into her skin. She'd obviously been wearing them a long time. After a few more close ups I put the camera aside and picked up the bolt cutters. They were probably a little extreme for the locks on her shoes, but they'd do the job. With a careful snip, the lock fell free and I took a moment to gently unwind the straps. I wanted to make sure there wasn't any obvious damage to her ankles or feet. Seeing nothing but a few marks from the pressure, I began to slip the shoe off her foot completely. Judging by the soft squeaks and moans, she'd been wearing them a long time. Judging by the calluses on her feet, she'd been wearing them a VERY long time.

"How often do you take these off?" I asked, gently rolling her ankle.

She let out a small moan of pleasure, before muttering, "I only took them off to shower."

I frowned, before hiding my expression as Athena seemed to recoil from me when I did. It seemed her 'not-master' had a few bad habits he needed beating out... But... That was another day's problem, for now, I grabbed my bag and dragged it over. Looking inside, sure enough I managed to find the small bottle of hand lotion. I had a job a few years back where I had to mix concrete by hand. Concrete burns and dries out your skin on contact, so I've carried lotion ever since. It was also perfect for what I was about to do.

Squirting a small amount over the top of her foot, I gently began to rub in the lotion. Her reaction was immediate and I couldn't help the smile as she gasped and flung herself back on the bed. Chances are this was the first massage she'd ever received, so I made sure to be firm and thorough, without digging my fingers in too hard.

***

I jumped slightly at the cool sensation of the lotion on my foot. Master James hadn't told me what he was doing, but it didn't matter. I... didn't matter. My life belonged to him now... So the feeling as his fingers pressed into the sole of my foot was a complete surprise. I lost my equilibrium for a moment and fell back on the bed, letting out a loud gasp. I'd never experienced anything like this before and as Master James continued what he was doing, I found myself taken to another world. This was a new experience for me. I'd been denied and placed in chastity before. Usually by a master who wished to play games and make me beg. But this... This was something else...

My slutty little cunt throbbed, painfully with every stroke of his strong hands. I could feel my tunnel clenching in anticipation of the climax I begged to happen. I began slipping into the dream state I'd learned to find in my early training. Where all feelings blended together into one constant. Here, I begged and pleaded for release, without vocalising my desires. Master James was all that mattered, not me, not my slutty little cunt, not my throbbing clit and not my orgasms. He was my Master, my world and my god and... Fuck I would die happily if he would just brush his hand over my mound... That's all it would take, one little touch and I'd explode.

The beautiful agony of his firm hands on my flesh continued as he cut off the second lock. Rolling in the pit of bliss he'd dug for me, I dragged the edges of my dress up to expose the chastity belt. My whole core twitched and clenched with pleasure, before I heard his sharp intake of breath.

"Oh..." Master said softly.

"Master James, please," I whimpered back.

"I need to take photos, is that okay?" he asked.

It had been so long since I'd been asked a genuine question, I almost didn't respond, but I nodded my head. Arching my back slightly, I stuck out my chest, trying to emphasise their size, without making it obvious. If Master James wanted to take my photo, I wanted to look perfect for him. Not like the other times I'd been photographed. I didn't care before, but now... Now I wanted him to look at me. So spreading my legs wider, I got into position and stared right back into the lense of the camera. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to smile or not, so I kept a neutral expression as the flash went a few times. Then he put down the camera and picked up the bolt cutters again.

"Please, Master James," I groaned.

He nodded slightly and bent forward, fitting the bolt cutters over the padlock. This one was more suited for the size and it took him a few moments to cut through. But the moment it did, I felt the belt relax and I let slip a small sigh of pleasure. Without even thinking, I grabbed the edges of the belt and pulled them away from the clasp at the centre above my pubic bone. Pushing down the crotch strap, I pulled it aside, exposing myself completely to him. But he had a strange expression on his face as he watched me. So I quickly rolled over and presented my ass towards him, like a good slave should.

"Master?" I asked, desperate for his touch.

"Do you need help, Athena?" He asked with a strange tone.

But touching me is what I desperately wanted, so I bit my lip and nodded slowly. "Please, Master James. I need it so bad."

Master looked down at me, before picking up the camera and taking another couple snaps. The attention excited me and I could feel it dripping down my legs. Holding steady, I saw him bend towards me and closed my eyes. I didn't want him to see how desperate I was for this. The first feeling I got was the removal of the clamp from my aching clit. With its removal, I could feel blood pouring back into my pleasure button, causing it to swell and ache even more than it did. A small groan escaped my lips as my tunnel clenched over the battery.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes, master," I groaned. "Please, please more. I'll do anything."

A moment later, I felt the first battery start to wiggle slightly. I was so close to coming, I bit down on my finger to distract myself. It was never like this with not-master. He just ripped them out of me, there was no time for me to enjoy the sensation, which was probably the point. But as the battery finally fell from my worthless cunt hole, I managed to stifle my groan of pleasure.

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"Last one, you ready?" he asked.

God I loved him so much already, "yes, Master James."

Now the battery in my ass started wiggling as he slowly extracted it. And right there I failed my master for the first time. The sensation of the battery slipping free from my ass, caught me by surprise and orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. Slapping my hand over my crotch, I flopped to my side and held myself, gritting my teeth as I fought through the agonising pleasure of my illegal orgasm. I'd done nothing to earn one, and yet here I was, a worthless, slutty whore who'd forgotten her training like a bitch in heat... Cumming my brains out without bringing master to completion first... I was a failure... And like the worthless slut I was, I cried out my shame with a pained sob, not caring about the tears rolling down my cheeks. Master needed to see that I suffered, it would go towards my penance.

***

It was probably one of the most difficult things I'd ever done. But pulling those horrible devices out of my sister's nether region was necessary. Between the alligator clip on her clitoris and the batteries stuffed up inside her, I shuddered thinking about the remote I'd taken off the bastard. Pulling the last battery out of... Her ass... I watched as she grabbed herself and flopped onto one side, twitching and grunting slightly. I have no idea how painful that must have been to endure, but I hoped she felt better now. Taking a step back, I gave her some breathing room. After everything she had been through, I didn't want to crowd her, brother or not, she'd probably want some space. Which was confirmed for me, when she turned to look at me, with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"It's going to be okay," I said softly, with a smile. "How about you hop up and take a nice hot shower?"

The expression on her face dropped, before she nodded slightly and got up. I quickly handed her a change of clothes. A nice long sleeve shirt and some track pants, which she took with a silent nod. As she went into the bathroom, I turned to the kitchenette and started washing my hands. All things considered, this wasn't something I wanted to think about later on. Some things you just shouldn't know about your own sister.

BZZZZZ

Quickly drying my hands, I grabbed my phone from my pocket. It was Pauline's number.

Hitting the green button, I pressed the phone to my ear. "I've got her, you can relax."

"Maybe, but you can't. Gary's put out a report that his girlfriend has been kidnapped. Something about being violently assaulted before you took her and drove away at high speed."

I just gritted my teeth and tried not to growl a word that could be overheard by small ears if she happened to be at home. "I've got video evidence it wasn't a kidnapping. I broke his arm in self defence when he pulled a knife. Everything's recorded, I'll send it through now."

Pauling just chuckled, "never doubted you a moment. I'll forward it to the relevant people. Till then, I need you to lay low. This prick seems to be backed by someone on the inside."

I nodded my head, not that pauling could see me. "Right, call if you need me. I'm probably going to be driving back."

"Be safe," Pauling said, hanging up.

I just sighed and pulled out my laptop. This needed taking care of.

***

The hot water felt amazing. Knowing I wasn't going back into those shoes was even more so. I rubbed the soap into my body, only barely touching my naughty, worthless clit. I'd failed once, but I swore I wouldn't do so again. Master James didn't seem to be mad, but not-master didn't usually show his anger either till it was too late. With a depressed sigh, I stood under the shower head and washed the remains of the soap off my skin. That done, I grabbed a scratchy dry towel and began drying myself. Ironically, it was a nicer towel than I had with not-master. I paid a little extra attention between my legs. I didn't have any underwear, so I didn't want to run the risk of leaving any wet spots on Master James' car. But as I dressed and headed back into the room, I saw Master James watching the video of him saving me... Not leaving wet spots was going to be extremely difficult.

I kept watching him with hungry eyes. I wanted nothing more than to get on my knees, between him and the laptop and take him in my mouth until he was finished. Just the thought of Master James' cock buried in my throat made my knees weak. But I had no idea what Master James actually wanted, and it wasn't a slave's place to ask questions. Only to obey... But... Maybe...

"Master James, is there anything I can do for you?" I asked as sweetly as I could.

The sound of my voice seemed to make him jump a moment, before he turned and smiled at me... My dirty little cunt clenched as he did so... How he affected me like this, I had no idea. But gods... If he didn't take me, use me, destroy me, then wring me out to dry, I was going to melt into a little puddle of naughty, whore cum...

Smiling, Master James nodded to a spot beside me. "There's a menu for a local pizza joint. If you could place an order, we'll pick it up when we leave."

As he turned back to the screen I frowned at what he'd told me. Hands down, that was the strangest order I'd ever been given. I expected him to demand I service him, or to strip off and allow him to ravish me senseless. I could feel moisture between my thighs just thinking about it. But... That's not what Master James expected of me... So with a sigh, I picked up the menu. Now, as a good little slave, I needed to guess what my master wanted, without interrupting his work by asking. Flicking open the menu, I looked over the ingredients in each pizza. After going through the list twice, I brought it down to two pizzas. One was all meat and the other had a few vegetables and chilli. I rolled the two through my head, and decided to get the one with all meat. The meat was important because Master James clearly needed extra protein in his diet to maintain his figure. Picking up the phone, I dialled the number on the menu.

***

I could hear Athena making the call for a large pizza. From what she described over the phone, I couldn't help but salivate at the thought. She was probably ordering something she thought was a safe choice, but that didn't detract from how much I was going to enjoy it. Turning back to the screen, I spotted the notification that the video had gone through to Pauline. I sat and waited as Athena put down the phone, before approaching.

"Master James, is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked with an odd lilt to her voice.

Turning to face her, I took in her appearance. Not like before, now I REALLY took in her appearance. For lack of a better term she was stunning. Her face, almost carved from marble. The way she smiled softly as she waited... How our father was able to produce something so perfect as her, I had no idea. The fact she'd clearly suffered for so long just made me want him dead, even faster than what was currently happening. All the years of abuse, all the suffering, all the tortures she'd endured. And here she was, smiling at me, with a look that made me melt inside. Whatever she needed for her recovery, I'd be there for her. I'd be there when our father should have. I'd atone for his mistakes.

"Athena, there's no need to call me Master. I'm going to help you. I'm not going to hurt or control you like the others. I want you to be happy."

Of all the things I expected her to say, I wasn't expecting the small tear that rolled down her cheek. Nor the broken smile as she crawled into my lap. We didn't speak as I gently held her in my arms. I had no real idea what she'd been through, but if I could offer some measure of comfort, she obviously needed it. I just hoped I could hold it together long enough that father would die before I could get back and wring his fucking neck...

"Oh!" Athena chirped, sitting upright. "The pizza should be ready in ten minutes," she said, wiping the tears from her face.

I looked at the smile, blasting past the red puffiness of her eyes and couldn't help but smile back. Turning back to the laptop, I saw Pauline's reply. Just two little words made me smile even wider.

HE'S FUCKED

Reaching up, I closed the laptop and Athena slipped off my lap. It took me all of thirty seconds to pack all of my equipment that I'd brought in. Just the few tools and my laptop. Only pausing to bag up those horrible torture devices Gary had made Athena wear. With everything ready to go, I grabbed the keys for the room and we left as quickly as we'd arrived. Dropping everything in the car, I made my way to the reception with Athena at my side. Only, as we came in, the clerk's eyes were glued to a news report.

"-napping. If anyone has any information about the above persons, please contact the number on the screen. Again, a reward is offered for information that leads to the capture of this individual. He is considered unarmed, but extremely dangerous, do not approach him for any reason." A woman's voice said clearly.

The moment the report ended, the clerk's eyes snapped to us and I knew immediately what the report was.

"Look, she's clearly not been kidnapped," I said, gesturing to Athena, who smiled brightly. "I rescued her from a DV situation, that's all." The clerk eyed the two of us, before his gaze flicked towards the phone on the counter. I just sighed and pulled out my wallet. Extracting a few notes, I dropped them on the counter with the keys and shook my head. "It's not what you think, please don't make a mistake you'll regret later. It's not what you think."

At that moment, Athena's hand crept into mine, making me smile. The Clerk didn't say a word, but slowly nodded and made a small grunt. So if that was the best I was going to get, I took it. Turning on the spot, I quickly escorted Athena out to the car and gestured for her to get in. I was just a moment behind her. The moment I got the car started, Athena mumbled something softly.

"What was that?" I asked, backing out of the car park.

"I'm sorry, Master James," she said a little louder.

Flicking my gaze towards her, I frowned slightly. She was almost recoiling away from me like I was about to attack her. "Sorry for what?" I asked softly.

"For touching you... I just wanted the man to know I was okay. But... I shouldn't have-"

"Stop, please," I said, quickly interrupting her. "Touching me for any reason isn't going to get you in trouble. Though I suppose, if you tried to hurt me or something-"

"I would never! Master James, I'd never hurt you!" Athena practically cried.

I took a moment as I pulled into the carpark for the pizza shop. It was in sight of the motel we'd stopped at, which was probably why they had a menu. Turning back to Athena, who looked distraught, I reached out and gently took her hand.

"It's okay, I promise. Everything's going to be okay. You're not in trouble, I'm not mad and I don't think you're going to hurt me. Okay?"

Athena nodded her head slightly, sniffing slightly. "Yes, Master James."

"Good," I grinned, "wait here while I grab the pizza."

Before Athena could say anything, I was out of the car and heading into the shop. The smells of raw dough and greasy pizza's filled the room. A small, middle aged woman smiled as I came in.

"What can I get you, dear?"

"My sister made a phone order for a meat-lovers a few minutes ago," I replied with a grin.

The woman brightened immediately and turned away. I watched with hungry eyes as the pizza I just described was pulled from the oven nice and fresh. Two minutes later, I was heading back to the car with our meal. Unfortunately, that's also when I spotted bright, blue, flashing lights tearing down the road. That prick at the motel obviously called the moment we left...

Quickly darting to the drivers side, I dropped the pizza on Athena's lap and started the engine. Barely getting my seatbelt on as I flew out of the car park, I kept an eye on the approaching lights. From the looks of things there were a few of them. Another appeared in front, but they weren't paying any attention to the traffic around them. I paid just enough attention to see them all converge on the motel, so I let out a relieved sigh. That could have ended rather badly if we hadn't been so quick. But that was also the moment I realised we needed a change of plans. So after gesturing for Athena to start eating, I turned off the main road and headed back towards the airport.

It wasn't long before I had the car parked in the drop off zone for the rental agency. Then, with my belongings and Athena in tow, I headed inside. This time, as we walked, I made sure to grab her hand, earning me a heartwarming smile. Heading inside to the desk where the car rental ran from, I made sure I was smiling as I approached.