Chapter 2.): Lessons of History, Slavery, and Domination.
Chapter Summary: A Runthrough of how my wife became her twin stepsister's mistress, in the form of a recorded conversation.
Author's Notes Beginning Chapter 3: This one too is pretty perverse, so be warned. But it also deals with conversations on how to enslave someone; as that's what happened in this story- shouldn't be done, but remember, these characters are incredibly flawed, so in a sense, both Jess and Amy are also enslaved, to a very perverse spirit.
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I walked through the manner house I now live in with my wife, Jessie O'Cadhla, looking for her to have some tea. As it turns out, it seems she was napping, but with our slave, specifically *sex-slave*, her twin stepsister, Kennedy! This... this... *adultery* should infuriate me more than it does, I think! The mere fact that this *bitch* is getting inbetween me and my wife should completely infuriate me, but the knowledge that my wife's forcing her somehow pleases me.
I don't know if she did some magic to make me agree with this; and while that'd be both kinky and immense fun, it is also something you'd think a witch like myself should be able to detect; dang it! Now I'm both very baffled and incredibly aroused!
I mean, I know my wife's physically a very strong, beautiful, young woman, and that set of facts alone arouses me, but to have her be *that* powerful is something that would make me extremely aroused at the mere thought of that kind of powers at her disposal... now I'm turned on to no end!
When I showed up at the bedroom, I found my sister-in-law lying down on her left side, and as I walked into my wife's bedroom where she lay, I spotted Jess' head come up and she winked at me past Kenny's hair. Now I knew something was up, and was interested. Also, Kennedy's arms seemed to be positioned so that they'd be going behind her a bit, as if she was holding her hands behind her back, inbetween her and Jessica. Also, to add to the mystery of what was going on here, Jess seemed to be hugging Kennedy, but the covers were almost up to the both of their shoulders, I could barely see their arms when I looked.
I figured "What the hey?" and, picking up the edge of the covers nearer to the end of the bed I was going to get into, I laid down on the bed we were all sharing; as I picked up the covers, however, I found that Kennedy, the prostitute, was naked! That part was much to my surprise, even moreso was the fact that said aforementioned call-girl was silently crying, as if in discomfort... this was interesting. "What was really going on here?" I wondered.
But with a wink from my wife, I got into the bed and snuggled with her and our slave...
It turned out that the reason why Kennedy had been uncomfortable was that my wife had her favorite strap-on dildo in her twin's butt and was hugging her all the while, so it looked as if they were cuddling, when in reality poor Kennedy was being raped by her owner, and I had happily joined in. The following few hours passed relatively uneventfully, and we mated with her till our sex-slave fell into a deep slumber. After that, Kennedy was laying facing me; I was lying on my back, with my hands behind my head, relaxing, my chest rising and falling with every breath in a calm pattern, and my wife laying on her left side, same as my sister-in-law (whom we'd enslaved); then Jessie sat up, and leaned to her left side, and, winking at me, signaled that we should probably get dressed. With her as a member of the British government, she probably had some duties to perform for her job, such as perhaps reading reports on the family holdings in this area of the Isles.
But this wink and smirk combination was nothing short of playful, and it was clear to me that she wanted to tell me something in private; so, after remarking so calmly that you'd be astonished that it'd happened at all the following statement "Lets let her sleep, we've worn her out completely; and that's no small feat." I could tell that she was impressed at our work at wearing out her stepsister-maid like we had in her bed- which we forced her to share with us by the way- and I was still impressed by how pretty she was; both of them were, actually.
Inwardly I found myself getting some good "magical fuel" built-up, and while I liked the high I got from it, I have to tell you, it was kind of scary really; for with it came a drive to do some horrendous things too!
In the bathroom's shower, we cleaned eachother off, and, after making out a bit in the shower, my wife and I proceeded to dry off... then I got an idea, and following up on it, I asked "So, how'd you come to own your own sister, Jessie, my beloved?" I asked her, smiling and gazing into her eyes as we dressed.
Jessie gazed into my eyes for about a minute, and, smirking, replied calmly "I tricked her, simple as that.", and with that she started laughing in a jolly manner.
To which I blinked a number of times; I was almost certain I'd landed somehow in some surreal television show, like either "The Twilight Zone" or "The Outer Limits". I knew it was hardly normal for sisters to literally *own* oneanother, as if they were pieces of property; even in profoundly dysfunctional families, such as the one I'd married into, so I was now even more confused than I'd been when I asked her how she'd ended up owning her own twin stepsister, so all I could come up with saying was "Huh?", (which, let me tell you, for a normally wordy witch, is something, you can be sure of that!).
I was now totally stupefied; my wife had mentioned how she'd ended up her twin stepsister's mistress, in the very literal sense of owning her, had just told me in a tone that we might use in reference to a set of football (soccer) scores, or some bill in Parliament (Britain's "Congress"), or the weather, for crying out loud!
Jessie, my gentle and beloved Jessie, simply finished dressing, and, taking my hands, sort of pulled me gently out of the bathroom and into the dining area once I too had finished dressing, and, sitting down, she pulled me into her lap so that I was seated crosswise and sideways at 90% to her, hugged me and began to tell me her story about how this'd happened; and what a tale it was!
But before that happened, it occurred to me that this was not unlike the idea of a twisted version of the fairy-tale "Cinderella", since in that story, the heroine of that tale is, in fact, her stepsister's slave, which is also going on here too.
I sort of mentioned that offhand, and then my wife, Jessie, took on a odd, far-off look to her face, and, cocking her mouth sideways, and her index finger of her right hand to her lips, with the others curled up, got a bit of a goofy grin on, and said, idly so, "I do suppose so, she was, after all, her stepsister's slave, but to do it right, it'd be wise to set it into OUAT, and have it being set into the world that Henry Mills finds himself in; but throwing in a twist... now you're giving me an idea." she said, and began to laugh to herself at a twist, this being I became aware of by a backblast of magical telepathy I hadn't invited in, but had been a "drug offer" by my master- a being whom I'm trying my hardest to quit dealings with- that she was considering having at least Ella's stepsister making her her *lesbian* sex-slave, as a twisted twist to the story in and of itself.
And my wife, Jessie, has taken care to attempt to liberate me from it's hold, for which I am indebted to her, and shall be forever; as well as playing with these two is fun for me, and I don't doubt is fun for Jess too... but I was wondering how my wife became her own sister's mistress.
She began to explain how it turned out; in her tale, she cited the suppression of the Irish Rising of '16; afterwards, the Irish became reduced to slavery, but here's the problem, her own sister was one of those... hence her recurring gentleness with our slave-sister, as she explained. What it amounted to was that Jess had talked Kennedy into giving her control of her finances, and she absorbed the finances of her sister, getting her in her debt was how she ended up her sister's mistress, and ended up owning her own stepsister who was reduced to being her twin's property.
"Well, when we were about sixteen, I talked her into letting me handle the finances- by befriending her no less-" Jessie began, with me sitting on her lap sideways as we cuddled while my sister-in-law, the family slave, slept in exhaustion "I got into the stock holdings of hers and mine, and I altered the stock types, for instance: in hers, I changed her stocks from Type B Preferred Stocks; a type that has significantly greater votes, and not just that, but as Common Stocks, they take a back seat to the Preferred Stocks in terms of Dividends... so I shafted her. I meanwhile, took my Type A Common Stocks, and changed them to Type B Preferred Stocks, so automatically I would get paid in priority over her, and I had now far greater say over her in terms of her own agencies... I basically turned her into the "Cinderella" of the story, if you know what I mean., and now we own not only her resources, but that began our ownership of *her herself*."
"So, she literally *is* the "Cinderella" of our family, as Cinderella too was an "unpaid maid" to her family in the fairy-tale." I said with a wink and a smile to my wife, Jessie.
"Yes, but that's simply the beginning of this process; I proceeded to draw on her finances to pay for her living while lifting funds from her and transferring them to us, some at a time, but only a bit... I stole from her simply put." Jessie, my gorgeous, sexy, wife, said to continue describing the process of how she enslaved her stepsister; and one touch I liked was how she cited fairy-tales to describe how she did the process of beginning the process... now I too had financial control over her too, as well as I well remembered using some odd magical procedures, and acted as a lookout to aid my wife in dominating her in her Crucimentium, her test, as well as aiding in drugging her in the process as breaking her into her new status as her sister-mistress, and sister-in-law-mistress's slave.
Ending Chapter 2: Author's Notes: There will be more to this, but I for one had a lot of fun writing this as a much more relationship-based focus-point of this tale; especially the methods used by Jessie and Amy in that procedure, as far as how Kennedy wound up "Cinderella" to her sister and sister-in-law with them as her mistresses... the "stock touches" depict altering the financial assets of both parties; and the focal-point is injustice on their parts.
It is, in a sense, Amy crying out as an alternate history author to her wife, Jessie, for justice- she's kind of disgusted by how her in-laws are acting towards oneanother. And trust me, if an actual witch is calling you out on breaking natural law- and factually true on the person's standards- then something is really very wrong with the relationship in question that's being challenged... if someone completely and thoroughly evil or "in bed with evil" is calling you out on something you're doing wrong; and they're being your true friend by confronting you on immoral conduct, you are really in danger of losing your soul to Hell... which's where they're headed to go to if they don't change their ways, especially if this were real- thank Heaven it's aimed at aiding in moral standards, folks! The conduct in this's *GROSS*!