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Her beauty caved his chest in.

“I-I’m sorry,” Luca said as he stared in Lena’s eyes. “I
thought you were someone else. Um, I’m Luca.”

“Hi, Lena Mason,” she said and held her hand out.

Luca grabbed her hand and shook it. He stared at her and
smiled.

“I feel silly. I thought we knew each other.”

“Really? No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I see,” Luca said and looked down at the ground.

“You must not be used to women forgetting you?”

“No, it’s not that. I have a friend. She looks like you. I
saw you when I was in the gallery over there and I figured...I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, but I really do have to be going, if you don’t
mind.”

“Of course. Forgive me.”

“No problem. Hey, do you know where the Canal Bar is? I’m
meeting my boyfriend there for a drink.”

“Your...who? You live here?”

“Um, yeah? Why? Don’t you?”

“Yes, I just thought maybe you were from out of town. I’ve
never seen you before and--”

“We’re in Manhattan. Have you seen everyone there is to
see in the city?”

“No, yeah. You’re late, I have to get back to work. It was
nice meeting you and maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Um, okay,” Lena said and shrugged. “So long.”

Luca leaned up against the crosswalk poll as he watched
her walk down the street. He held his breath and closed his eyes as he listened
to his heart break.

“Hey! Are you coming, Carly Simon?”

Luca opened his eyes and turned his head. Lena smiled at
him and held her arms out. He exhaled and laughed.

“Come on, Maretti! I’ve waited a very long time for this
drink,” she said.

“I will never make you wait again,” Luca said and shook
his head as he walked toward her.

The End

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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
and 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.