Mason needs answers

Mason knew he had to play it safe. He couldn’t ask Serena any explicit questions which may hint at him trying to break her free from her brainwashing. She had offered no resistance but anyone who had been this thorough with their brainwashing had surely made sure there were failsafes in place. One wrong word and she might shut down or send some alert to those Alpha 7 guys. He had to be careful. For now he would act like he was her master. Play along until he figured out how to fix this without triggering something worse.

“I need to think this through,” he said after a minute. “Finish cleaning and drying yourself properly. Then come see me in the living room.”

“Yes, Master,” Serena replied without any hesitation. She picked up the towel he had left on the sink and started drying her body right there in front of him. Mason turned away quickly, stepping out of the bathroom before he could watch her rub the towel over her massive breasts or between her legs. He closed the door behind him and went to change out of his soaked clothes.

Ten minutes later Mason was sitting on the couch in the living room. He had changed into dry shorts and a t-shirt. Serena’s laptop was open on his lap. The contact which had called her originally was now missing, almost like it didn’t exist. He had refreshed the list multiple times but nothing showed up. The whole conversation history had vanished too. These guys were careful. That made him even more nervous.

He had used his time to investigate the fraternity Serena kept mentioning. Alpha 7 in Washington DC. A quick google search revealed the location. Washington was where Serena went for uni so it made sense. Nothing really came up on the fraternity’s google page, just a basic website with a crest, some photos of guys in suits at formal events and a vague “brotherhood since 1998” line. No member list, no social media links that worked, no scandals or news articles. It looked clean on the surface, but Mason knew that kind of clean usually meant they had money and connections to keep it that way. He was glad he was able to get the frat house’s exact address from an old campus map he found buried in the search results. If he wanted to save his sister, he had to go there. Confront whoever was running this, find the decommissioning phrase, or whatever it took to get the real Serena back. The idea of traveling to DC scared him, he didn’t have much money saved and he had classes, but leaving her like this wasn’t an option.

His train of thought was derailed when Serena walked into the room.

She had a perfect face of makeup on, eyeliner, lipstick, everything done neatly like she was going out somewhere. Her long jet-black hair had been blow dried and brushed until it fell smooth and shiny past her shoulders. She looked perfect, quite unlike how she had been looking earlier with wet hair stuck to her face and her skin. The only problem was that she was buck naked. Her massive breasts were fully on display, heavy and round, dark nipples pointing forward. Her hourglass figure was impossible to ignore along with her smooth shaved pussy. She walked with a confident, straight posture like being naked in front of her brother was the most normal thing in the world.

“SERENA! Why haven’t you put on any clothes?!” Mason blurted out, his voice louder than he meant it to be.

His sister seemed taken aback a bit. She stepped backwards, her heavy tits jiggling slightly with the movement. She responded meekly, “I was not commanded to put on any clothes by you Master. I thought I shall remain naked for easy access.” She said it as she bowed her head seemingly in shame at having disappointed him. Her hands stayed at her sides, making no attempt to cover her body.