Ch. 34 My Nightmare Part 1

{Jason's point of view}

My nightmare started when I was four even if I wasn't old enough to realize it yet. I lived in a large mansion with my family. My father and mother both owned their own companies. Father's revolved around medical research while my mother's revolved around the clothing industry. They, however, named me the bastard child. I remember how much they'd yell at me, hit me, and almost killed me. Only one person stood up for me and that was my older sister. She's six years older than me. I was so grateful to her, that I'd do anything to please her. When she'd take a bath, I'd scrub her body. If she was hungry, I'd walk across the entire mansion just to get her food. I even allowed myself to be used as a punching bag when she was learning how to fight. I did so much for her because she'd stand up for me. My parents wanted to kick me out onto the street as an orphan. No one would've tried to get them in trouble with it since they were so vastly wealthy. However, my sister was the perfect child to them and they'd do anything she wanted. With just one sentence from her, they allowed me to stay. As I got older, I started to realize that the way she was treating me was not like a sister. She instead was treating me like a servant or a slave. If I didn't want to do something she'd pull the, 'I can get dad to kick you out right now if you want' card on me. Then, when I turned nine, she did this.

"Ow! Your pulling on my ear too hard!" I complained.

"Shut up! Want me to go talk to dad?" She asked.

"No..." I replied silently.

"Good. Now get in there." She told me with a shove into her bedroom.

At the age of nine I was only about 4 feet tall. My white skin wasn't too pale with my short brown hair. I wore a blue t-shirt that day with black shorts. I didn't have any shoes on since we were inside our mansion. My sister's room, however, scared me. Her ceiling had to be at least 30 feet higher with large chains dangling down from the ceiling. I stared at them in horror as I heard the door behind me get locked. I knew it was my sister and I shouldn't be scared right? However, I felt slightly scared as I felt my sister hug me from behind and caress my body. She started rubbing my chest and left arm gently as she laid her cheek on my head. I blushed as she continued to do this for a while before I shook her off me. I turned to look at my sister and noticed she didn't have a shirt on. She took a step towards me so that I had to look up to see her face. She was about 5 foot 6 with paler skin then me. Her breasts were C cup that were at forehead level to me. She had a black bra on with a lacey design on it. As for her bottoms, she had a red skirt on with sandals. Her body was fairly curvy as it showed off an hourglass figure. Next thing I knew, she smacked me.

I held my cheek in shock as I heard her yell, "How dare you! I didn't say you could get away from me!"

I looked at my sister and noticed her holding a metal chain with a grin. Before I could even try to dodge, she swung the metal chain at me in a diagonal strike. It connected with my left shoulder to send pain throughout my body. I fell onto my butt as I held my left shoulder. I moved my shirt a bit to see the impact and noticed a bruise already formed with a chain link indent. I bit back tears as I looked up at my sister to see her sporting a twisted smile. She held the chain over her head as she prepared another strike. I kicked with my legs to dodge this one and tried to get up.

Instead, my sister ran towards me and slashed the chain across my face, "Bad boy! Sit!" She yelled.

I sat on my butt as I rubbed my face to find a horizontal cut on my cheek. It bled enough to make trail that went down my cheek and drip off my chin. I looked up at my sister, shivering in fear as she approached me.

"Good boy." She smiled.

"Mary... why are you?" I asked.

Smack! "Don't call me that when we're alone. Call me, Mistress. I want to hear you say it. Say 'Mistress'." Mary whispered.

She grabbed my throat and forced my mouth to her ear, "M...Mistress." I whispered.

"Louder." She ordered.

"Mistress." I said clearly.

"What was that?" She asked with a grin.

"Mistress!" I yelled.

"Good boy." She whispered.

She smacked my right arm with her chain, "Ow!" I yelled.

She hit me again, "Take off your shirt." she ordered.

"W-why?" I stammered.

She slammed the chain on the floor, "Now! Or do you want me to get father to kick you out?" she threatened.

I sniffled as I took off my shirt and the bruises were revealed by the dim light in her room. My sister stared at me as if she was absorbing the sight of my upper body. I felt so uncomfortable now that I was exposed like this because of my abusive sister.

"Now, get on my bed." Mary ordered.

I did as she asked and sat on her bed as she crawled on it. Her bed was a king sized bed with blood red blankets and large white pillows. She roughly pushed me onto my back as he slowly dragged her chain up my right arm. Her other hand rubbed my left arm from my wrist all the way up to my shoulder.

Even though she was whispering to me, it sounded like a demon was talking to me, "You have such nice skin. Almost as nice as mine right my dear... Hm..." she stopped and thought to herself.

I looked up at her as she kept rubbing my left arm until she tied her chain around my right wrist. I looked up at it as she started to pull on it.

"Mm. I'll call you my Toy. My little puppet." Mary whispered.

I started to struggle as Mary pinned me, "L... let me go." I said quietly.

Mary smacked me before untying the chain to start choking me with it, "You ungrateful peasant! Mom and Dad don give a shit about you! Jason... in this household, no one cares for you. No one can protect you but me. So don't be disrespectful and call me Mistress! Do I make myself clear!" Mary yelled.

"Yes... I'll do... what you want..." I choked and hung my head defeated.

Mary started laughing as she threw aside the chain and crawled to use her height advantage to look down at me. Her face looked twisted as she looked at my helplessness.

"Come on, did you really think I'd let you escape? When father was ready to throw you into the streets because mother couldn't stand the sight of you. I took pity on you! I'm the only one that gave you comfort." She told me as she tied chains around my wrists.

The chains were attached to the bed ensuring that I was trapped under my sadistic sister. I felt so empty and hollow inside. Her words were true... our parents hate me.

"I know Mistress." I told her almost lifelessly.

She took off my shorts, "That's so wonderful to hear Jason. I'm quite delighted with your behavioral change." Mary told me.

"Of course Mistress..." my words felt so empty.

She rubbed my legs, thighs, and chest, "I'm so glad that I'll get to touch you. You'll make sure that I'm the only one that will right?" Mary asked with a sick grin.

I just stared at the ceiling with dried tears, "Yes, Mistress." I responded soullessly.

Mary started to lick my cheek and ear as she laid on top of my body. Her body effectively pinned me there as she rubbed and licked all she wanted. My own fucking sister... I... I should have left when I could. Instead... I saw flashes of Mary watching me shower, getting dress, and swimming. How... how long has she been wanting to do this to me and why? I started crying as Mary forced her tongue in my mouth.

"Aw, don't cry my little Toy. Tell me, and be honest, your body was yearning for my gentle touch wasn't it? My hands feeling it up and down is pure delight right?" Mary asked as she rubbed my crotch.

"I..." I couldn't answer her, 'No. I hate it. I despise everything about it.' I thought to myself.

Mary smacked me, "Answer me when I asked a question Toy!" Mary yelled.

I started crying loud enough to whimper and sniffle, "Yes. Of course Mistress." I replied when I stopped myself from crying.

Why even bother crying... I'll just cry later in my room like I always do, "Heh heh... Hahahaha!" Mary laughed crazily, "I knew it! I knew it was true. Now look at me and smile." Mary ordered.

I looked at her with tear filled eyes and fake smiled, "Yes, anything you want Mistress." I replied without any emotion.

Mary smiled at that as she forced my boxers off. I... I couldn't look at her as she started fondling with my body. I just stared at the ceiling biting my lip and whimpering every once in a while. At one point she started to pinch my stomach as she sucked me off. Some hurt more then others but I laid there like a good toy and took it. Mary was right... I was nothing but a toy... Mary continued to do other things like forced oral... positions and other things that humiliated me further. There wasn't any intercourse since Mary had enough fun as it was.

-The next day-

I ran through the halls as fast as I could with tears in my eyes. I had to tell them. I have too! Maybe this'll change things. Maybe... I won't be the bastard child anymore.

I busted into my parents' room screaming, "Dad!" But it was empty.

I took a few steps into the room but the door slammed shut, "You were going to tell daddy about last night. Weren't you?" Mary asked.

I shivered in fear as I hesitantly turned around to see Mary standing in front of the door holding her favorite chain, "M... Mary." I said in shock.

Mary looked around, "Its just us two in here so your not supposed to call me Mary. I'll give you a second chance though and maybe I won't beat you." Mary asked with a sick grin.

"I'm telling our parents and they're going to kick you out!" I yelled as I stood there shivering.

Mary grinned as she approached me, "No. They're not." Mary told me.

I tried to back up but I tripped on my parents' carpet, "W-why?" I stammered.

Mary approached me as I started crawling backwards, "They're on a business trip and won't be back for a few months. Until then... I'm in charge," Her voice sounded very demonic, "But I'm always in charge. Right little toy?" she asked.

I started having a mental breakdown as I remembered last night events, "N-no." I stammered as tears developed.

"Maybe last night... I was too kind." Mary said thoughtfully.

"No Mistress!" I told her.

She stood right in front of me as she raised her hand with the chain and proceeded to beat me, "You will learn little toy! I'm in control! I'm your goddess! Your Mistress! That name isn't just for show!" Mary yelled.

I curled into a ball as she repeatedly hit me with the metal chain on my legs, back and arms. By the time she stopped, my body was covered in bruises and cuts. I shivered in fear and pain as she roughly threw picked me up just to throw me onto my back. I was too sore and wrecked with pain to stop her. Through one half lidded eye, I watched as she pinned me and ripped my shirt off. I felt seventeen bruises pulse in pain from how rough she was. She started off feeling my skin with her hands like yesterday. I guess this is going to be a regular thing...

-1 year later-

Its been year now and honestly, its been the worst year I've ever experienced. Our parents died one month after leaving on their business trip from the disease. To avoid my depression I'd occasionally cut my wrists using various sharp objects from knives to the tops of fences. Anything to help me forget the emotional and mental scars my sister gave me. My sister, being the blessed child, got everything our parents had. Using it, she basically created her own government after the real one collapsed. However, today I was going to leave this place and never look back. I figured out the patterns the guards use to patrol the perimeter outside our mansion. After lunch, my sister went to take a nap giving me the time I needed. My plan worked out perfectly so I won't go into exact details because what's important, is that I got the fuck out of there. After three hours of running I finally collapsed from exhaustion. I only realized what had happened at that moment. I was free. Truly free. I was so happy that I was crying tears of joy. However, my crying of joy was cut short went a group of soldiers found me. I looked up at them and noticed some were horrified. Their eyes were fixated on the countless number of cuts on my wrists. Some still fresh with blood. I smiled at them before passing out. When I woke up, I found myself in a rather large human camp. At first, they didn't trust me but I could understand that. Instead, they forced me to do grunt work ranging from crop management to servitude. While staying there, I had a severe phobia of women because of my sister. This phobia caused many issues but I eventually overcame it. After two years of working there, the camp was attacked and all the friends I made were killed. One of which was raped right in front of me and I had to watch as she was penetrated repeatedly. It was only after that attack I realized how much I hated this world but noticed how much I love my own kind. They're nothing like my sister. They're kind and caring. I went with the survivors to a nearby human camp that was just as big as our old one. When we first arrived, we were treated hostilely. I even got shot in the arm because everyone was on edge. Honestly, I thought we were going to have a full scale battle but it never happened. The leader of the camp gladly accepted us and I stayed there for two years. When I turned fourteen, I heard that the old military still exists and recruits people of all ages. I joined the first group that wanted to go and be recruited. The walk took us seven days to complete since we had to go deep into human territory. Over the first few years I was free, I found out that pokemon were at war with us. With our military weapons still intact, we were able to hold them off. However, with so many dead, there weren't many people able to use automated weaponry. The Military base was huge. The entire base was about 2 square miles. When I got in, I dropped my name and they were suddenly very compliant. They even gave me a private room with clothes and everything.

I was talking to a soldier, "So this is where I'll stay?" I asked excitedly.

"Of course sir. Only the best for you and your family." The soldier told me.

"...Right. My family..." I told him.

"Oh, and you have a visitor." He told me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"I don't know but I'll go tell them your available. They'll be right in." he told me.

I started unpacking while I suddenly felt a chill up my spine. Something did not feel right. I tried to ignore it but I heard footsteps as they approached my room.

Then my guest came in, "Hello Jason." A familiar voice greeted.

I dropped the shirt I was holding as I turned to see my sister, "M-Mary." I stammered.

"Its been a long time since I've last seen you... hasn't it? My little Toy." Mary grinned.

I could feel panic rising inside me. Its been four years since I've seen her. How am I still afraid of her like the weak 9 year old I used to be. I couldn't move as she walked towards me but was examining my room. I couldn't stop myself but from glancing at her hands to see if she has that chain.

"Ah. They sure know how to keep a room clean. I remember when I stayed in this room when I joined." She told me.

My eyes widened, "You joined the Military?" I asked in shock.

"Of course. How else would they recognize your last name?" Mary asked.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"I was told. How else?" Mary answered.

I felt something on my right wrist and looked to see a tiny chain on it. I freaked out and shook my right arm vigorously. I started crying as I made for the door.

Mary grabbed my arm and pulled me back, "Hey, that's not nice Jason. You leave your sister alone for years and then when you see her, you try to run? Seems you lost your good manners on your adventure." Mary smiled with a glint of superiority in her eyes.

Mary forced me onto the bed and closed the door, "Stop!" I yelled.

She turned to look at me grinning, "Stop what? I haven't done anything yet. Could it be that your body craves my gentle touch?" Mary asked.

"No! I hate it! Its disgusting! Your my sister... Mary you have to stop!" I yelled in distress.

"...Is the door closed Jason?" Mary asked.

"Y-yes. But what does that have to do with..?" I started.

"Then you don't call me Mary." She grabbed me and forced me into a hug as she rubbed my body and breathed in my ear in that demonic voice I feared, "Tell me... what are you supposed to call me? If you answer me I might be easy on you."

I bit my lip as I fought back tears, "No... No! I'm different now!" I yelled as I struggled.

She pushed me onto my back and ripped off my shirt like she used too with a crazed smile, "Jason. No one cares about you," She grabbed my throat, "Did you forget everything I did for you. Even now I'm working to help you. If you don't resist, I'll take you back with me and you'll be safe... or I could help you get a better life here." Mary grinned as she bit my ear.

"Ah... what?" I asked.

"Jason... I'm the only one that truly cares about you. I can help you get better training and rise in the ranks faster." She then whispered, "All you need to do is say my name my little Toy,"

Mary rubbed my arms and chest just like she used to, "No. I'm not the same person I used to be." I told her.

"Really? Your skin is still just as soft and smooth as it used to be. You still shiver like you used to be and..." She whispered the last part, "Your body still enjoys the touch like it used to."

"No. I hate you. I hate your touch." I replied.

She rubbed my thighs and licked my cheek, "I brought your favorite chain." she whispered as I heard a cling.

I felt tiny chains wrapping itself on my body as I started struggling. I knew deep down that they were figments of my imagination but it felt so real. Mary took out the chain and threatened to hit me with it.

"Last chance my little toy. No one's going to save you. I own you. Now, what's my name? Say it and I'll forgive you." Mary whispered.

I stared at the ceiling. A feeling of helplessness washed over me as I suddenly fell back into her hands.

"Yes Mistress." I said as I stared at the ceiling.

She grabbed my face and made me look at her, "Smile for me," she grinned.

I fake smiled with my tear filled as she stared fondling with my body, "Please help me Mistress." I pleaded.

"With what?" Mary asked.

"I want to be the best soldier ever. Please, get me trained by the best." I begged.

Mary forced me into a kiss, "Of course. Ready my little toy?" Mary asked in a demonic whisper.

"Of course. Here, let me chain you up. It'll be just like it used to be~" Mary whispered.