by Lola Swain
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The Master Captive Chronicles
By Lola Swain
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
William Shakespeare
Why do you do it?
Seriously, why do you kill yourselves trying to please people…bending over time and time again to make them approve of you?
You constantly compare yourselves to others and you constantly feel less than.
Why do you kill yourselves trying to please anyone? Don’t you know what I know? What all of us Trucido kids know? There are no others. There is only you.
Don’t let anyone tell you different.
My father, Lucien Trucido, took us from our mothers when we were all six years and six months old. My brothers and sisters are: Alexander, Nico, Julian, Rose and Serene. My name is Lyric. Our father took us all to live with him after our mothers killed themselves.
It was all part of his great plan.
On the night we were conceived, Papa told our mothers the three things that began their end: that their children would be wicked and have no use for them, that six years and six months from that night he would return and take us from them and that they would all kill themselves on the day he came for us.
And as it always happens, what Papa foretold, came true.
Twelve years ago we came to live with him and he raised us as a gang. We know we can always count on each other, we will forever eat, drink, sleep and fuck His truth and that we will always get whatever it is we want. Simply because when we think it, we live it and when we live it, we always achieve it.
You see, Papa is the Devil. The real deal. My father injected the basic tenets that make him who he is into all of us: that death comes to the weak while the strong live forever, that just as fire, earth, air and water are absolutes so is rebellion, non-conformity, intellectualism and sex, that worship of the self is the only worship permitted and that lex talionis, the law of retaliation, is the only law to uphold.
If you think about it, there is nothing in those truths that you should not adopt or make your own. But you have such fear of him and fear of what people would think if you followed him. So, despite the fact that the laws are in your best interest, you will not follow them because of your prejudice against the man who wrote the laws. And I cannot force you into anything. Actually, I can, but I won’t. If you aren’t interested in domination over your weakness and the weaknesses of others, that’s fine. Leaves more for us.
Papa insisted that we all remain virgins until our eighteenth years. It was a bit of a drag for us, who became interested in our flesh and the flesh of others at a very young age. We were never restricted in what we could watch or read, as long as we watched and read. We were never restricted on what we said or did, as long as we said and did. But fornication was not allowed. We could play around with others and each other, suck the spit off the tongues of those who wanted us, but insertion and orgasm was off limits.
Papa believes that the release of that force, the energy after being fucked, is something that turns loose the anarchy that is pent up inside. In order to realize his plans, we had to understand the components which made up the plan. Fucking is energy, energy spent and energy stored. It releases the beast and if you aren’t ready for it, you better duck. If that energy comes at you and you can’t handle it then you are in trouble. Fucked, so to speak.
We also had to master self-control as we grew up and that was a very hard thing for us to learn.
I remember being in the library and reading something especially sexy. I felt the pressure invade my pussy and then came the ache. Soon, my clit swelled and throbbed. My sisters and I rubbed our pussies against anything we could find…furniture, other people, each other. My brothers had perpetual hard-ons. Papa forbade them from using their hands or our mouths to relieve the pressure in their cocks. Even when they were doubled over in pain.
All of us were like cats in heat all of the time. And just when the boys jacked their cocks to the point of busting a nut or us girls were about to explode in orgasm as we grinded our dripping wet cunts against what or whomever was available, Papa appeared out of nowhere, lifted us by our arms, got right up in our faces and screamed, “No!”
He threw us in tubs of freezing water and left our arms tied to our bodies for days. He did whatever it took to get rid of that urge. We could not orgasm until he said.
As a result, my brothers who had legions of admirers because they are hot, didn’t have any girlfriends. And I and my sisters had no boyfriends or girlfriends either. Papa wouldn’t take the chance that we could control ourselves.
He then amped up what he referred to as the Control Sessions.
We have a home theater in our penthouse. During the Control Sessions, Papa placed made us all sit in the movie chairs naked and far away from each other. He started the sessions by showing us mildly sexy movies and then move to full-on porn. Our job was to watch the movies and not cum.
It was torture. First, I was among the incredibly hot bodies of my brothers and sisters and I could not touch them. Then I had to deal with the stimulation from watching the movie shown on the projection screen and I could not touch myself.
The boy’s hard-ons practically touched the ceilings and my sisters and I felt as if we would slide off our chairs from the wetness of our cunts. We were literally sitting in puddles and forbidden from touching ourselves.
I caught Rose cheating during one of Papa’s movies. I looked at her nipples and I swear I could see them throbbing…pink nubs that begged for a mouth around them to suck. Her flat, toned stomach heaved up and down. Then I looked at her legs. She rubbed them together and then opened and closed her legs like a bird flapping its wings. I knew what she was doing. She was going to cum.
“Papa,” I said, “Rose is cheating!”
“Lyric, you fucking bitch!” Rose said.
“I don’t want you to do it, Rose. You have to save yourself,” I said.
I was trying to be a good sister. I wanted Rose to achieve what we all would achieve by waiting.
“Rose?”
“Yes, Papa?” Rose said.
“Were you cheating as Lyric says?”
“Yes, Papa, I was,” Rose said and hung her head. “I am sorry, but I couldn’t help it.”
Papa stood on the stage in front of the movie screen and shook his head. I was scared. The boy’s cocks deflated.
“How many times have I told you children? The mastery of control over your bodies is the first step. Not until you can control your own bodies, can you control the bodies of others. Don’t you understand this?”
“Yes,” we all said in unison.
“Then, why?” he said. “You only have a bit longer to go. You will be fucked soon. You will all be brought to orgasm soon. But first you must master the control.”
“We’re sorry,” we said together.
For our next Control Session, Papa tied us down by our ankles and wrists to the chairs we sat in. The feeling is agonizing. Sort of like being bitten by a million mosquitos and not being able to scratch.
Papa led a woman into the theater. Her name is Elizabeth Flanders and she works in his office as a secretary. Papa owns a large conglomerate that controls different restaurants, hotels and resorts throughout the world. Elizabeth has been in his life since we were young. I don’t like her at all. She follows Papa around like a puppy and always hangs around our home. She is his slave.
Elizabeth is beautiful though. Serene calls her fat, but I think she’s pretty close to perfect. She has huge tits, a small waist and a big, firm ass. Elizabeth wears provocative clothes and I know she thinks she turns Papa on. I know she wants Papa to make her his, but he won’t. Ever.
Papa has lots of women like Elizabeth at his beck and call an
d he certainly doesn’t need to be married to any of them. Why limit yourself?
So, Papa brought Elizabeth into the theater on that night and all us kids were there, tied by our ankles and wrists to the chairs and naked. He led Elizabeth in and turned her around on the stage of the theater. As she looked out at all of us she shook her head. She turned to Papa and was very upset.
“Lucien, what the hell is going on?” Elizabeth said.
“Elizabeth, you’ve been with me a long time, no?” Papa said.
“Yes, Lucien, but when you invited me here to watch a movie you made no mention of this,” she said and gestured at us.
Nico chuckled.
“Yes, I know you may consider me bringing you here under the guise of watching a movie false pretenses, but Elizabeth, you said you would do anything for me, isn’t that right?” Papa said.
Papa stroked Elizabeth’s breasts outside her shirt and Elizabeth swayed on her feet.
“Elizabeth,” Papa said, “is it not true that you said you would do anything for me?”
“Yes,” Elizabeth said and looked back at us, “and I mean it. But Lucien, this doesn’t seem to be right.”
“Ah…right. What is right, Elizabeth? Is it right to lie for personal gain? No. But is this not what politicians do every day? Is it right to deceive for personal satisfaction? Of course not. But is this not what you do to your own husband when you fantasize about me fucking you?” Papa said.
“Wait, you’re married?” Rose said.
Elizabeth hung her head and we laughed.
“Come on, Papa,” Julian said, “I’m getting bored with this display.”
“Okay, you impatient boy,” Papa said and turned to Elizabeth.
“So, what will it be Elizabeth?” Papa said and knelt at her feet.
“Lucien, I will do anything for you, but this is ludicrous,” she said and shook her head.
“Okay, you do not have to do this,” Papa said and dragged his soft hands up her legs and under her skirt.
Elizabeth wobbled on her feet as Papa massaged her thighs and continued up her skirt to her pussy. She leaned against his shoulders to steady herself and he brought his hands out from underneath her skirt.
“Fine, you can go now Elizabeth,” Papa said and stood. “I will call Larissa. There are others if you don’t want to help.”
Elizabeth’s eyes watered and her bottom lip stuck out. A child, a simpering child she was.
“But Lucien, I always help. What do you want me to do?” she said.
“The biggest, best job ever, Elizabeth,” he said as he stared into her eyes. “I am strengthening my children. Steeling them against the begging of the flesh. Teaching them control. Help me do this, yes?”
“Yes,” she said and nodded. “Yes, I will do anything.”
“Good. Now turn around, Elizabeth so I can remove your skirt.”
“It’s gonna go down now,” Alexander said.
“He is going to go down now, Alexander,” Serene said. “Unfortunately, we only have the pain.”
I squirmed in my chair as Papa tugged at Elizabeth’s skirt and pushed it down over her big thighs. It landed around her ankles and he knelt at her feet and tossed her skirt aside. Elizabeth stood before us and her nude pantyhose with the girdle panel shimmered under the can lights in the ceiling.
Papa ripped Elizabeth’s shirt from her body and exposed her large tits. She wore a white, lace bra and her nipples poked against the fabric. Papa brought his hands to her hips, spun her around to face us and unhooked her bra. He pushed it off her shoulders and it landed at her feet on the floor. Her gigantic tits bounced and her face turned red.
Elizabeth covered her tits with her hands as we all gawked at her. Papa slapped her hands away and pinned them to her side.
“Let them look at you,” he said. “Let them all see what I will soon have in my mouth and on my cock.”
The notion of having Papa inside her pleased Elizabeth greatly and she stood straighter and lifted her head high. She smiled and her skin glowed. She looked beautiful. But I still disliked Elizabeth because she was here before us against her will. She did it only to please Papa”
“I kind of like those big tits,” Nico said. “I wish my face was right underneath them.
“Spare us, Nico,” Rose said. “She needs to put her bra back on. It’s the only thing that can help those fat mounds of flesh. Her underwire works overtime.”
“Rose, are you trying to humiliate our guest with personal attacks?” Papa said.
Rose hung her head, but then thought better of it. You always own your words and thoughts. Always.
“Yes, I find her body offensive,” Rose said.
“You’re crazy!” Nico said. “Her body is hot.”
“I don’t know if I’d say hot,” Serene said.
“Eh,” said Julian, “she’s okay.”
“I’d fuck her,” Alexander said.
Papa chuckled and he stared at me. I was thinking of how Elizabeth’s attitude left me with a bad taste in my mouth.
“Lyric?” Papa said. “We haven’t heard from you. What do you think of our guest?”
Papa knelt behind Elizabeth and spread her feet apart. He rose behind her and stretched her arms wide.
“Take her pantyhose off,” I said.
Papa dropped her arms and ripped her pantyhose from her waist, fraying them in two. She wore no panties underneath her stockings and relied on the cotton crotch to soak up her wetness. She has a fat pussy and a tuft of red pubic hair covering her mound. It was trimmed but more than my sisters or me have. Papa spread her legs apart wider by wedging his knee in between them and stretched her arms.
“Okay, Lyric,” he said, “what about now?”
“Well,” I said, “I find her body to be lovely, actually. However, she needs to be waxed.”
All of the other kids laughed and Elizabeth hung her head. This irritated me even more.
“But really, it’s her attitude that pisses me off,” I said.
“Her attitude?” Papa said.
“Yes, she acts like a whiny baby. She didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to do this in the first place, but now she is because she thinks you’re going to fuck her. Her attitude is disingenuous.”
“Very interesting point, Lyric,” Papa said. “There are women, men too, who enjoy being humiliated and dominated. Perhaps, this is what Elizabeth likes? Ask her if this what she likes, Lyric.”
“Elizabeth,” I said, “do you like being humiliated and dominated by Papa?”
“Yes,” Elizabeth said.
“You see, Lyric,” Papa said, “Elizabeth likes it.”
“Wait, Papa,” I said. “Elizabeth, do you like being humiliated and dominated by us?
Elizabeth shook her head.
“See, Papa, she only wants it from you, not from us. Her behavior and attitude is therefore, disingenuous.”
My brothers and sisters clapped. They were proud that I exposed Elizabeth to be the liar she is. Papa clapped as well and I was proud that I made him happy.
“Very good, Lyric. All of you need to take a lesson from your sister. One of the most important ways to survive this life is by figuring out everything you can about your opponent. That includes their behavior, quirks, kinks and motives. And, in this case, their disingenuous motives.”
“Wait,” Elizabeth said, “I am not being disingenuous! I just find it a little, uh, odd to have a bunch of naked kids criticizing my body.”
“You see, Elizabeth,” Papa said, “I am my children and my children are me. If you want me to humiliate and dominate you, then you must accept the same from my children. There is no separation.”
Elizabeth hung her head. She wanted Papa’s cock in her big, wet cunt so bad, she would certainly allow us to humiliate her as well. Pity really.
“Okay, there’s your answer, Lyric. Elizabeth is willing to have you humiliate her as well,” Papa said.
“But she doesn’t really want to, Papa,” I said.
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“It doesn’t really matter Lyric. She acquiesced and the fact is, she remains here. Sometimes people do things they don’t want to. Most people, my dear, have to pay the price of admission. Do you understand?”
We nodded and Papa pushed Elizabeth to her knees in front of him.
“Okay, wonderful! Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Papa said. “Lyric, you start. Tell Elizabeth what to do. Tell her what you think brings me the most pleasure and what brings you the most pleasure.”
“What about her pleasure?” I said.
“She will certainly have pleasure too, but that is not your concern. Our pleasure is only what matters, Lyric,” Papa said. “And be commanding. No one likes a Simpering Sally, do they?”
No, no one likes a Simpering Sally. I was proud that Papa gave me this job. I was proud of the control I had over Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth,” I said, “take down Lucien’s pants.”
Elizabeth unbuckled Papa’s pants and pulled them down his legs. His big, thick cock stuck straight toward her. Julian chuckled behind me. Rose gasped. Serene sighed.
“I want it too, sisters,” I said as the ache came into my pussy.
“Elizabeth, bring your lips to the head of his cock and suck it into your mouth. Once inside, roll your tongue around the head and then wiggle it firmly against the ridge.”
Elizabeth followed my command and Lucien’s beautiful eyes rolled back and he smiled. He turned his head and looked into my eyes and winked.
“Very nice direction, Lyric,” he said and moaned.
Pleased that my instructions made him happy, I barked many orders at Elizabeth. I instructed her to move her head back and forth and take his cock in and out of her mouth. I told her to suck hard, tickle his balls with her fingernails and deep throat his fat cock until his dome slammed against her tonsils.
Elizabeth’s head moved in and out like a stamping machine. She sucked Papa in all the way to the root of his magnificent cock until her nose pressed against his lower stomach and brought it back out and nibbled at his head.