Escape from the soft prison

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Haha, that's pretty much the perfect breakdown I wanted for a page in this poll. Clear enough that no one can talk about... election fraud, but not so clear that you'd think we were in Russia. I think I'll have a lot of fun letting Finn tell his sister about the MCD. And I can already imagine some interesting interactions. I think it was a good decision in the end and I think I can write Rose in such a way that Finn is still the MC of this story.

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 26

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Rose hates the sound of my fingers cracking them and so, outside my mother's bedroom door, the evening already advanced, I can kill two birds with one stone and loosen up my strained bones and show my victory gesture. I fucked my mother and it was good. It was dramatically good.

Grinning contentedly, I stroll into the kitchen, treat myself to a glass of water after the exertion... How many? Three? Five? I think I managed to fuck five orgasms out of my mother. Then I turn upstairs. Time to go to bed.

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Or not.

The sounds coming from my sister Jasmine's luxuriously furnished, large room suggest that she is still awake and... very active.

Loud music, very uncharacteristic of her, comes from under her door, as does the light of a bedside lamp. I stop, hesitate, and put my hand on the door handle.

I've shot two loads into my mother. Should I really risk my luck and check on my sister?

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She's not working. At least not the work she's used to. But her fingers are working and her heart is working as I watch my sister masturbating through the crack in the door.

She moans pitifully and gasps as her fingers slide over her red opening, then quickly over her clit and back down over her opening. She's just tickling herself, not putting her fingers in. Apparently she's still at the beginning of her first round and her soft moans are music to my ears.

Her Orgasm Control is set to +95 but I hesitate and pull out the MCD.

As my sister slides lower to the floor and her breasts rise and fall with her effort to cum, I consider whether 95 is really the best idea. I quickly change my mind and reduce the value to 60.

"Oh!" My head shoots up as Jasmine jumps up in shock. Her breasts wobble as she gets up, but she doesn't look at the door. "What..." Surprised and a little worried, she stares down at her red, twitching pussy and taps her glowing bud with her shiny index finger.

I understand. She was already over 60 and the MCD just choked her off. That's hard. Poor Jasmine. Well fuck it. Have fun getting just far enough to have hope that something might happen.

While my sister starts fingering herself again, hesitantly at first, then faster and faster, I quietly close the door and listen.

"Fuck... No... Fuck... Why..." She's already at 60 and can't go any further. Good.

Yes, that was the right decision. I overpowered her with my thunder run. Now she will organize her resistance... and not succeed. A few days, and maybe I'll get a few more points out of her, then I can raise the value and show her what she has to do to be able to experience an orgasm again. Until then, it's a good sign that she reacts to my commanding manner with physical pleasure.

So. Time for bed.

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Or not.

The noises coming from my sister Tammy's somewhat luxuriously furnished, somewhat large room suggest that she is still awake and... somewhat active.

"Shit..."

Unfortunately, it's not sweet moaning but bitter crying that's coming from the room. I should have been prepared for something like this to happen because apparently Tammy isn't. I stand in front of the door and raise my hand. Do I really want to comfort Tammy? She deserves what happens to her and... But that's why I chose Good Little Girl.

"Stupid idiot," I whisper. "You should go to Rose and..."

Knock. Knock.

Despite everything that's happened in this family, despite everything the volleyball bitches have done to me. Maybe I'm a nice guy after all.

"Tammy?" I cautiously stick my head through the door.

"Go away!" She's lying on her bed, or so I think. In any case, there's something under her covers, rolled up and wrapped in the light of her bedside lamp. I step into the room. "I said you should go away, fuckface!"

"I won't do that," I say calmly and close the door behind me. Then I look around the room while Tammy curls up even tighter under the covers. My eyebrows go up. The poor teddy bear. Apparently Tammy took out her anger on him, as he is lying over in the corner of the room, with various things around him that she must have thrown at him. It's typical of her not to have her feelings under control but, unlike before, I can even forgive her for this outburst. It must be confusing and frightening to change so much in one evening. "That was pretty intense today," I admit and carefully sit down on her bed. Her room is a damn mess. Things are lying around everywhere, clothes, school supplies, books, hairbrushes, beauty make-up and everything a pretty young girl needs. But her behavior draws my attention back to her. Soft sniffles come from under her covers. "But can you understand why I had to do that?" I ask gently and put my hand on the mountain in front of me. Tammy immediately wiggles away from me to the other side of her bed like some kind of plushy caterpillar. I exhale quietly but call myself to order. It's okay if she reacts like that. You are responsible for her now. I put my hand in my lap and speak in my best caring daddy voice. "You were a very bad little girl and I had to show you where your limits are."

Nothing happens for a while and I'm actually tired. Pumping Mom full, twice, and so on... But I'm responsible for this family now and if Mom becomes a puppy and Jasmine becomes a housewife, then we'll practically have no income left. And as much as I'd like to show Tammy what it feels like to be poor and powerless, no, I'm responsible for her and I'll take care of her, no matter how naughty she is.

"I'm not a little girl," my little sister sulks under the covers and I have to grin. Even before the MCD she was a naughty little brat. "I'm going to fight you! You can't treat me like that!" My lips press together and I realize that I made the right decision.

Tammy is damn cute when she's sulking.

"But you're acting like a little child," I tell her in a gentle voice and ignore her angry words. "And I have to fight you. And I have to treat you like that." Again Tammy doesn't react. Accountability isn't her strong point, but she has her daddy for that now. "And that's okay." That has some effect and I feel her body relax a little under the mountain of soft fabric. Slowly, carefully, I raise my hand and let it sink onto the mountain roughly where her head should be. "You're on the wrong path and I'll bring you back where you can be safe and free. And even if you want to fight me and hate me, I'll be there for you." And that's it. And I'm happy with it. "If you listen to me, then I can give you freedom. But for that you have to be a good girl, you understand? I want to trust you, but you have to behave." I take a deep breath. Then I start to rub her over the sheet. And she lets me. "Nobody will come to your aid," she hears my voice, certainly muffled, through the covers. "Mom, Jasmine and Rose are on my side. And I don't want you to be alone, Tammy. You are my..." I almost said little sister. "My little girl." I smile. "Can you do that for me? Be a good girl?"

There we are sitting. At least I am sitting. Tammy is lying. Next to me.

And then I feel the dull pressure of her body against mine. The thick, expensive blanket is between us. But my little sister snuggles up to me, begging for help.

"And if I can't," her voice comes from under the covers so quietly that I almost don't hear her. I have never seen her so tender and fragile, but this question is the important question. Not the anger and the fights that we will have. I will break Tammy and make her a good girl that I, and more importantly, she, can be proud of. But the question of what happens if she can't do it suggests much more than just anger at me.

Will I leave her if she fails again like she always has?

"Then I still love you," I say immediately and in a firm voice. Tammy doesn't react and I like to imagine that she knows that I have to set a condition, a consequence that guarantees her that I won't leave her. "Even if I punish you. And if we fight against each other, that just means that we've come a little closer to the solution."

Silence again. She has calmed down and I look around the room. Patton's third army could have marched through here, it would look better.

"I don't want to be such a monster forever." I turn to Tammy again. Shit, we're making more progress today than in the last decade of our lives! "But I can't help it. I... I'm scared."

Tammy Lynchwood. +6 (PS -47)

It's somehow uncomfortable and it probably looks strange, but Tammy can't see me and so I hug the huge pile of bedclothes tightly. Actually, I'm just lying down on it, but the meaning is clear even to Tammy in her soft prison. All her life she was sheltered, protected from all consequences. And she saw that she wasn't important. What does that do to an 18-year-old girl? Trapped in a soft world of fake love and bitter rivalry against her big sisters and brother.

But no more. I'll get you out of there, little sister. My sweet little girl.

And when we make love for the first time, you are free.

"It's normal to be angry and afraid," I console her and give her words of affection that she, like me or Rose, has perhaps heard far too rarely in her life. Fuck, maybe she really needs this father figure. "You have the right to those emotions. Because you're changing," I say and realize that I'm having 'the talk' with her. I smile, but carry on. "Your mind. Your body. Feelings that you don't know, things that are changing. It all has to be like that. The insecurity, the nervousness, the anger and the fear. That's completely normal." I stroke the duvet for a minute, then two. It's a strangely quiet moment that we share together. But I'm just a simple man, not always in control of my feelings because I'm also experiencing all of this for the first time.

The desire to see Tammy naked, to hold her in my arms, my cock deep inside her while she snuggles up to me and thanks me with a trembling voice for taking care of her. Her mischievous smile, shown far too rarely, when I lift her up and impale her on my cock. The red handprints on her small, delicate butt and the big tears on her soft cheeks when she has misbehaved and accepts her punishment.

Fuck, I want to sleep with Tammy.

But fuck... Fucking shit... More than that, I finally, finally want to be closer to her. I want to get to know her. I want to be part of her life.

And yes, I want to paint her butt red and fuck her...

But other things are more important. And so I ignore my cock, which seems to have forgotten that it has already had its fun twice today, and concentrate on scoring a few more points with Tammy.

For both of us.

"Now come here," I laugh and shake the pile of blankets and Tammy like jelly. "Give me a hug."

And Tammy Lynchwood peels herself off the blanket. Turns out I've been talking to her feet the whole time, since she was lying the wrong way on her bed. Well, who cares? Her face is downright ugly and puffy, wet with sweat and tears. She looks like a little child and I have to suppress a grin as she sits up, turns to me and stretches out her arms for help. "See? You'll feel much better now."

Tammy Lynchwood. +2 (PS -45)

We hold each other in our arms and I feel her body calm down.

"And now apologize for your behavior earlier." She tenses up again. But only briefly.

“I’m so sorry for behaving baldly… brother…”

Tammy Lynchwood. +4 (PS -41)

“And do you understand now that I only want the best for you?”

We look into each other’s eyes and she sniffles so cutely that I want to kiss her.

Okay, that was probably my last doubt…

“Yes…” she whispers and nods while her eyes lower and she accepts that there is now someone there who will control her.

Tammy Lynchwood. +2 (Ps -39)

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We sit together for a while, say nothing, don’t even look at each other. But we hold hands. Not tightly, just very lightly, but there is a contact, not just between our bodies, but… deeper…

“You know we’re going to fight,” Tammy says quietly, away from me, but I still hear her. She sounds depressed. Then her head snaps around as I simply stand up and turn to leave.

"I have to go to Rose now." Tammy blinks at me in incomprehension, but my gaze manages to capture my unspoken words. Yes, we will fight. And I'm looking forward to defeating you. And after that...

"Can't you stay a little longer?" With that, she admits it to herself. I smile, step towards her and she accepts my hand in her already disheveled hair.

"Take the bear," I say with a grin and nod my head over the battlefield. "Have you given him a name yet?"

Tammy blushes. Even redder. And even more.

"... ... Mr. Fluffy?"

Tammy Lynchwood. +4 (PS -35)

And I smile wider, I'm really happy and content.

"Mr. Fluffy is always there for you when I can't be. And he loves you, even when you're naughty." Together we look at the bear, crouching sadly in the corner, abused and neglected, just like I used to be. And poor Tammy too. Then she looks at me. "Just like I will always love you."

"I don't understand what is happening to me," she confesses. Many things between us remain unsaid. I will educate and dominate her. I will fuck her. We will make love. And Tammy will need and love all of that.

"You have taken the first small steps on the right path," I explain. "You will stumble and fall. But that's okay. I will help you up. Again and again, until you are a good girl." Then I leave her room. But before the door closes...

"Good night brother."

"Good night my little girl."

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Back outside in the hallway, I pull out the MCD with one hand while the other adjusts my throbbing cock in my pants. The light from the device illuminates the dark hallway as I move my fingers over the display. But aside from the usual small improvements to the app and the message that I have 700 tokens, I still can't find a button to release someone from the MCD.

That might be helpful to have, because I want to do something that I think could be potentially verry stupid.

I want to tell Rose about the MCD.

My family will soon change and while I'm looking forward to it with Tammy, Jasmine and Michelle...

Rose deserves to know what I'm doing with her and... I still need to collect a few points, then I can tell her about the MCD. She's on PS -8 and overcoming that hurdle should be easy. And then...

I'm ready to let Rose go, as far as that's possible. If she decides she never wants to have anything to do with the MCD again... Or with me... I have to consider that possibility too.

Yes, she's fine at the moment, she's happy and free. But it wasn't her free will that brought her to this point, but her brother with the help of a divine device that leads all women around to him. And Rose deserves to make this decision herself.

It's strange. I have incredible power and I'm not considering using it.

But I love Rose too much to **** her to do anything.

And that's it.

I look at the display again and pick out two names.

If Rose decides to be really angry with me, and rightly so, then I can use some help.

That's good for me.

And also good for Ryan or Bella.

I briefly wonder how stupid I am to activate one of them, but when I finally get them to +0, then I can give them the same decision. I have to assume that Bella will be a little more interested in wanting to sleep with me, but Ryan also has a path and as my best friend he deserves to be able to make his own decisions.

No matter how things turn out with Rose, I could use someone to turn to while I get Lisa to +0 as well.

And afterward, when every important person has decided for or against me, I still have the people I won't give that decision to.

So. Ryan or Bella?

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Message from the author: At first I was planning to write a poll about the tokens and their use, but now that it's clear that Rose will find out about the MCD, I'm saving that for the next chapter. Maybe I'll even be mean enough to reserve a few tokens for myself so that Rose can decide and not you. I hope you'll forgive her for that. ;)

Otherwise, in the next few days I'll be thinking more about more perks that we can add, as I believe that the potential number of tokens that can be earned is more than enough to buy all the perks and I don't want to end up with a thousand tokens that I can't add. I'll focus more on non-sexual improvements to the body and mind for Finn AND the girls, but also see if I can add a little more sex appeal. The current list was created when I didn't have that many girls to add and I hope I can find more perks.

And hey, I managed to add two characters, even though it was supposed to be Rose and Tammy. But I also wanted to add a sexy picture for Jasmine. Her model (Mila Azul from Ukraine) has an incredible number of such pictures online, so I just had to grab one.

And finally, I'm still thinking about whether I should give Ryan a picture. That would be the first time I've done something like that, because when it comes to boys, I always want to leave the MC alone. I also never say anything about his appearance, hair color, stature (except his dick) or skin color, so that everyone can identify with it. But I can happily sit down and choose a photo for Ryan if you like it better that way, just like I can make his name changeable. It would also fit somehow, since I assigned him a path.

If any of you have any suggestions, ideas or requests for perks, as always, please let me know.