Chapter 4
Mary
'I love him,' said Anna.
Mary studied the girl, trying to decide whether the feelings were genuine. Youth could so easily be misled by emotions. A pretty girl, like Anna, was a easy catch for teen wolves.
Mary asked, 'Are you sure that it is not just a crush? Remember the last boyfriend that you had? What was his name? You said you loved him but he disappeared when he didn't get what he wanted.'
Anna beamed. Her eyes wide in excitement and a smile flashed. 'Oh Anna. I never loved him. This time its different. I know it is. Charles is gentle, kind, and he loves me.' Anna stopped talking, her mind focused on her new boyfriend.
Mary did not miss the pause. 'I'm glad and I hope it works out but take it slowly. You have plenty of time--' she said but before she could finish the sentence Anna stretched her arm, A diamond ring sparkled in the afternoon sun. Mary gasped, 'Oh my. You don't mean.. Did he.. Did you?'
Anna leaped up. 'Yes we did. Isn't it wonderful? Charles wants to marry me. This afternoon he proposed. He even knelt down on one knee.' Anna whirled in excitement.
Grabbing the seventeen year old girl, Mary said, 'Have you told your mother yet? What about Peter? He'll be furious. You know how jealous he is, don't you? And your so young.'
The front door swung open, as Mother entered carrying a bundled of boxes and bags. Through her bustle she asked, 'Told me what? What's happened?'
Anna explained her engagement to Charles, excitingly waving her ring in Mother's face. Mother took the news well, becoming as thrilled as her daughter, until she realised that her son may not be as glad about the event.
'Have you told Peter yet?'
'No, I guess I wanted to make that announcement last. Do you really think that he'll be jealous?'
A door slammed in the back of the house. Mary said, 'Well you can find out, it sounds like he's home. Why don't you tell him now? No point in beating around the bush, is there?'
Anna nervously left the room to talk to her brother, Mother laid her boxes down and retreated to the living room and Mary decided to start cooking the dinner. The kitchen was central to the house and within hearing range of anyone speaking loudly.
Mary pulled the ingredients out for a pasta dish when the sound of Peter's voice erupted. The yelling upset her, making it difficult to concentrate on the cooking. Abuse poured out of the bedroom until Mary heard Anna scream back. Unable to stay hidden, Mary crept up to the bedroom to peek through the ajar door.
Anna stood on the balls of her feet to look down at Peter and yelled, 'I don't care what you think. I am going to marry him.'
He yelled back, 'You're not. You never care what I think. You're always too busy getting it on with what's his face. Well you're not going to marry him because I won't let you.'
'Ha! Let me? Since when have you been boss? Maybe you're jealous because you can't even get a girlfriend. I heard that you got turned down by Heather Owen last week. How many girls is that Pete? Two hundred?'
Mary watched Peter's react, something in the way he changed his attack scared her. Peter said evenly, 'You think that you're so smart, don't you?
But I can make you do exactly what I want whenever I want.'
Mary had never noticed the ring on Peter's hand, but now it glowed bright green. Looking up she saw his eyes shining.
Anna began to say, 'Are you on drugs Pete? You.. can't make...me...' Her reply cut short as her face blanked from expression.
Smiling wickedly Peter said, 'Listen to me Anna. The only person you love is me. Forget about anybody else, I am the most attractive person on earth. From now on you live to obey me and you get turned on to serve me like a slave. You'll do anything I want and have orgasms doing it.'
Blankly Anna responded, 'I love obeying you. It makes me horny.'
Opened mouthed, Mary stepped back, almost tripped over a table, then ran out of the house. Not caring where she was headed she fled to put as much distance between herself and the house.
Peter heard the front door slam. It diverted his attention a little but he looked back at his sister coming out of the trance. He wondered whether he had gone too far. Did he really want a slave? He wanted to teach her a lesson, but a slave? A horny slave at that? He waited.
'How do you feel sis? Do you remember what we were arguing about?'
Confused she answered, 'Arguing? Oh yeah, we argued about a boy who gave me this ring. I said that I wanted to marry him but you said that I shouldn't. Why did I say such awful things? You are my master Peter, I serve you, nobody else.'
'I'm glad that we understand each other now Anna. You know I've wanted your tits for years so why don't you let me have a feel. Do you mind?'
'Of course not. Here, I'll pull my t-shirt up for you.'
Peter groped his sister's breast through her bra. She responded by pushing against his touch.
'Is that you want Pete? I'll do whatever you want.'
Peter laughed, 'Why don't you call your exboyfriend to tell him what you think of him and while you're talking show me how much you can fuck yourself. That's right, play with your pussy.'
'Oh that sounds delicious Pete,' replied Anna picking up the telephone handset. 'I've never played with myself before.'
She dialled and, in a casual voice, she spoke to her exfiancee, 'Hello Charles. Yes its me. Yes I spoke to my family. No they took it well. Oh wait I have to pull my panties down. Ah, that�s better I can finger myself now. What? Yes I'm fucking myself. My brother is watching and he likes to see my cunt. Ah. Shut up you idiot. I only phoned to tell.. oh... to tell you that we're through. That's right, I don't want to see you any more. Oh I cumming. Oh fuck! I didn't know this could feel so good. No, you can't come over. If I'm lucky Peter is going to fuck me for the rest of the day and you might spoil our good time. Wait, my skirt is in the way, I have to take it off. That's better. What are you crying for? No I don't give a fuck about our engagement, I live to serve my brother. Will you shut up? Pete can't see my pussy very well. If I sit down and spread my legs he might get a better view. Yes he wants me. His taking his trousers off. He is... Oh god yes he is going to screw me. Please Pete. Yes. Oh yes. Fuck me master.'
The handset fell from Anna's hand. Peter heard the annoying boyfriend blubbering through the phone line then the click as he hung up. Peter shove, feeling his sister respond with multiple orgasms.
At dinner time the family wondered where Mary had gone. Mother rang her home but received the answering service. Anna could not detach herself from her handsome brother, ogling the way he moved and wishing for any kind of command from him. Peter became suspicious when both Mother and Anna explained how they had talked to Mary prior to Anna's
transformation. In the end they gave up the search and Anna eagerly
cooked dinner when Peter told her to.
In a farm house an elderly woman listened to her daughter. The tale seemed impossible but Mary never lied about important things and Emerly chose to believe every detail.
'What are you going to do then?' asked Emerly.
'I don't know Mom. I thought of going to the police but they wouldn't believe it. Do you have any ideas?' Mary said between tears.
'I don't know. I guess you're right about the police. Maybe you should stay
with me. The boy could never find you way out here. Even if he did, we�d see him coming from a mile away.'
'I can't Mom. I don't know what he is going to do with his mother and grandfather. I Have to stop him before its too late.' Mary played with a spoon, tapping it hard against the table.
Emerly's eyes widened. 'What are talking about? How are you going do anything? You'll have to murder the boy to stop him.'
Mary considered the idea. Murdering people was beyond her, especially someone who she raised like a son. 'Maybe I could reason with him Mom. After all he trusts me and I wouldn't provoke him like his sister did.'
The evening wore on as mother and daughter discussed the options. Eventually Emily turned for bed, Mary was too agitated and stayed up, trying to solve the puzzle, finally she turned the light out knowing that she had to face Peter with reason and, just in case, she could carry a gun.