Obey

Heeding her command like a domesticated dog, I slouched outside, closing the door behind me in shame, the whole ordeal, crashing onto me like a devastating flood of confusion and pain, too much to cope with.

Following my departure from the room, I heard Amber shriek, my hand darting to the door knob in a futile attempt to help the girl I once loved - still … - no! She was no longer a person of value to me, no longer the adorable cutie I cuddled with every summer night under the stars talking about a fantastic future and our brightest dreams but rather a mindless fucksleeve for my mother and her inhuman impregnator. Speaking of which, I never once saw a bulge in her crotch area. Not when I was little. Not when we went swimming and she was in her quite revealing bikini. Not when she wore these tight yoga pants through which I regularly watched her massive bottom jiggle and wiggle.

But my naughty and in hindisght inappropriate reminiscence of the past was immediately terminated as I heard my mother’s hissing voice sharply burst out: “Get on your fucking knees,” an unprecedented danger, a threat, in her tone, one I never even knew she was capable of uttering … not my loving mother.

Time went by - no - not time, seconds. But those were painful. Oh, I tell you, they were painful.

Eventually, I heard a squelching sound, as if a knife was twisted into raw flesh and twisted harshly, without any regard for the meat’s quality. This was the beast my mother had been corrupted into by this cock. This monstrosity of a cock I could only attribute to being a curse’s - the devil’s - most evil and nefarious deed.

Then, after this disgusting, primal sound, my Mom’s dear voice resounded through the door once more: “Neo. Get in.” It wasn’t even spoken in a commanding tone, as if I wasn’t worthy of being ordered but rather expected to obey once called.

I assembled my last sane thoughts and **** my stunned body to stand up from the kneeling position Mom’s words had left me in, an excruciating task in itself as images of the past minute and horrific predictions of the future assaulted my mind.

But as I stood in front of the door, Amber’s frantic moaning and occasional screams resonating inside my mind, I very well understood that this moment was a crossroad in my life.

Freedom …

Captivity …