The Worn Road

You know what, Cheryl? You might have a chance.

-I do? What will I need to do. I want him to be mine.-

Oh, he won’t be yours.

-What! How can that be?-

You will be Gerald’s, Cheryl, to do as he pleases. His pleasure, his lust, his will comes before yours. You must submit, Cheryl. You must offer yourself to him and beg for his benevolence.

-Do, do I have to do this? Is there nothing else? I, I want to be his, but I still want to be me! I still want to be Cheryl!

Cheryl, Cheryl, Cheryl. Of course, you will still be you to do as you will, but you will be at Gerald’s command. If he tells you to bark, you will bark. If he orders you to spread your legs and fuck a dog, you will do so willingly, knowing that it will make him happy, and with that knowledge will you receive your own pleasure.

-I- Cheryl paused. –I will do it.-

What do you say, Cheryl?

“Gerald,” Cheryl said, blushing proudly at her decision, kneeling at his feet, “I want to be yours, body, heart and soul. I beg of you to command me as you will. Please, take this woman under your dominion, subservient to your will. I,” the young woman paused. “Cheryl bends in supplication, hopeful that you take her as your slave.”

Interesting, Gerald mused. She referred to herself in the third person. Cheryl really is willing to be my little slut.

“Stand,” Gerald commanded. Obediently, the young blonde stood up proudly, beaming at him.

“You will do as I command?” Gerald asked. “Live by my whim? Die by my decree?”

“Yes,” Cheryl quivered. “Please, take this woman as yours. Fuck her, beat her, own her. Body, heart and soul.”

“Then you are mine,” Gerald grinned, wanting to try something. “Orgasm.” Cheryl moaned, shaking in the throes of her commanded passion.

“Cum,” Gerald order, grinning maniacally as the young woman moaned louder, her legs giving out and falling to the floor. She writhed upon the white carpet, lost in orgasmic bliss.

“Stop,” Gerald said, reveling in the power at his command.

“Thank you, Master,” Cheryl said softly, her eyes fluttering as she fainted, a small smile across her face.

“What in the world?” Gerald’s head snapped at the sound and saw his sister standing in the doorway to the living room. He smiled darkly at Katrina, her curls a read halo about her shocked pale face.

“What’s going on?” the young woman asked, staring at her silent friend on the carpet. “I heard moaning and a loud thump an’ I come down here and see Cheryl passed out on the floor! What did you do, Gerald?”

“Nothing,” Gerald smiled, reclining in the chair. “She did it on her own. Cheryl want to… prove herself to me.”

“By doing what?”

“Orgasming by my word.”

“Why?” Katrina shrieked. “She, she would never do such a thing!”

“Your friend wanted to be, and now is, my slave.”

Katrina stared at her brother, tears leaking from her hazel eyes.

“How could you!” she sniffled. “Why not me? I’m your sister for God’s sake! You don’t know what it been like the past four years, watching you look at others, but not me! I’ve wanted you longer than that slut at your feet, and she’s been lusting for you since my fifteenth birthday!”

“How long have you wanted me, Kat?” Gerald said softly, his green eyes heavy on his red-haired sister.

“For as long as I can remember. You’ve been the best brother I could ever have, always looking out for me no matter how I annoyed you. I know you’ve never liked me drinking out of the orange juice carton or whenever I changed the channel on you. I’ve done my best to flirt with you and tease you for the past five years and you’ve gone and taken my best friend first!”

“Come here, Kat,” Gerald said. Reluctantly, the young woman walked up to her brother, stepping over the comatose blonde and sitting down on his lip. She leaned onto his shoulder, sobbing has Gerald stroked her back.

“Cheryl’s my first slave,” Gerald said. “All I did was bond her to my will and have her orgasm under command. I haven’t fucked her or anything else yet. You’re my sister. I love you. If you want, you can be my first as well.”

“You’re, you’re a virgin?” Katrina said, muffled by his shoulder.

“Yes, Kat.” She sat up straight, looking into his green eyes, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“And I can be your first fuck?” she grinned wolfishly. “You promise?”

Gerald nodded solemnly. With a wild cry, his sister hugged him tightly, chanting under her breath, “Yes.”

After a few minutes, Katrina released her brother, her tears dried from her cheeks and looked into his face expectantly.

“How about tonight?” she asked breathlessly.

“Aren’t Holly and Lisa coming over?” Gerald asked. “Weren’t you four going to have a slumber party or something?”

“Well,” Katrina smiled impishly. “We were just going to drink and talk, but we could make it a sex party!” Gerald rolled his eyes.

“I’m not too sure the bitch would care for that,” he said.

“Just for the chance to fuck you,” Katrina said matter-of-factly. “Lisa would bend over for every dog in the street.”

“Than why’s she so hostile towards me if she wanted in my pants?”

“Do you remember my thirteenth birthday party?”

“Vaguely.”

“Do you recall Becky Rawlins crying at the party?”

“No. Why would she cry at one of your parties? Your friends would always have a good time.”

“Well,” Katrina shrugged coquettishly. “We had had a contest in secret to see who would kiss you. A lot of my friends at the time were very hung up on you, and when Susan Randall won, Becky ran crying from my bedroom.”

“I think I remember,” Gerald thought out loud. “She had run into the bathroom, past my room, right?” His sister nodded. “I had followed her in and had asked what was wrong. She wouldn’t say, so I had asked what I could do to make her feel better. And… she had asked for a kiss.” Katrina frowned, her hazel eyes downcast.

“Lisa won, didn’t she?” Gerald asked. “And she must have seen me kiss Becky.”

“Yes,” the redheaded schoolgirl nodded.

“Well,” her brother said thoughtfully. “I guess when she gets here, I should make up for that, shouldn’t I?”