Finish

Zyn's eyes watered as James's ass cheeks pressed against her face, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she obediently pulled back and did as he ordered, her own saliva and his precum coating her fingertips. She felt a twisted mix of disgust and arousal as she reached behind him, her lubed fingers hovering at the entrance to his anus.

With a trembling hand, she inserted her index finger, feeling the tightness give way to her intrusion. James moaned, his grip on her hair tightening as she worked her digit deeper. She added a second, then a third, her own body responding to the power she now wielded over him.

"Now, your whole hand," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Give it to me, Zyn. Make me your bitch."

Her hand was small, but the mind control had made her strong, her will unyielding. She pushed past the resistance, feeling his insides stretch around her. It was an oddly erotic sensation, one that she found herself craving more of.

Her fist was now buried to the wrist in his ass, her knuckles grazing his prostate with each movement. His hips bucked, his cock slapping against her stomach as he grew closer to climax. She had never felt so powerful, so in control.

As she pumped her fist in and out of him, she used her other hand to stroke his shaft, her movements slow and deliberate. She watched his face contort with pleasure, his eyes glazed over with lust. The whispers grew louder in her head, guiding her, pushing her to give him more.

James's breath grew ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. "Fuck, Zyn," he groaned, his hips jerking erratically. "You're so good, so fucking good."

Her own arousal grew with each twist of her wrist, each stroke of her hand. She could feel the tension building in him, the pressure in his balls as he approached the edge. The mind control had made her into a master of his pleasure, and she reveled in the power it gave her.

"Harder," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, yes."

Zyn complied, her fist moving faster, her knuckles pressing harder against his prostate. The room was a cacophony of wet sounds and grunts, the air thick with the scent of their lust.

And then he was coming, his cum spurting all over her stomach and chest. She watched with a mix of awe and disgust as he spasmed with pleasure, his body writhing under her control.

When it was over, he slumped back into the chair, panting heavily. She pulled her hand out of his ass, feeling a strange sense of pride at what she had done.

The whispers grew quiet, the mind control receding for a moment. She looked down at her hand, sticky with his cum and lube, and felt a twinge of regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the thrill of her newfound power, the knowledge that she had taken her brother's anal virginity in the most degrading way possible.

"You're mine now," James murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Mine to use, mine to fuck."

Zyn nodded, the reality of her situation sinking in. She was now part of his twisted game, a willing participant in his dark desires. The thought both terrified and excited her, a thrilling mix of fear and anticipation for what was to come.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice a soft echo of his own. "I'm yours."

The whispers grew louder again, filling her mind with images of the depraved acts she would soon perform. She knew there was no going back, no escape from the prison of pleasure and pain that James had built for her. But as she looked up into his eyes, she also knew that she didn't want to.

The mind control had not only taken her innocence but had also twisted her desires, making her crave the very thing she had feared the most. And as she leaned in to kiss him, she knew that she would do anything he asked, no matter how degrading or depraved.

Their lips met, a seal of their newfound bond. The whispers grew louder, guiding them, shaping them into the perfect servants of their new reality. The world outside the basement no longer mattered, the only truth was the one that James had revealed to them.

As they kissed, the whispers grew softer, their message clear. They were a family now, bound by a twisted love and a shared secret that could never be spoken. The mind control had done its work, and their lives would never be the same.