Chapter 1

Ken was frustrated.  He had the hottest girl in town as his sister Angie, and she wouldn’t give him the time of day.  She was a two years younger than his 16 years and studiously ignored him.  She was blonde with a perfect figure, C cups with a narrow waist, hard and toned round ass and legs.  Her innocent appearing face was to die for.  Ken couldn’t count high enough to know how many time he jerked off to the picture of her in a bikini from last summer.

He was watching The Manchurian Candidate (the original) when the idea hit him.  He immediately dismissed it, but it kept popping back into his head.  It kept him awake for hours that evening, and when he woke up the next morning, he decided to at least plan it.

Hitting the ‘net, he looked up everything he could find on brainwashing.  Techniques, equipment, applicability, deprogramming, he read it all.  Then he started planning.  He asked his dad if he could use the old shed in the back yard as a workshop.  Since it was empty his dad readily agreed. 

Ken had a few thousand in the bank from when his great-grandfather died a few years previously.  Ken immediately purchased a bunch of lumber and electrical wiring; and then rebuilt the interior, watertight and covert.  He sprayed $300 worth of liquid foam between the new walls he built and the original ones.  The old shed still looked rundown on the outside, but was clean and modern on the inside.  He put his boom box inside on full blast and went outside, closing the door.  He couldn’t hear a thing.  Perfect.

He then went to the junkyard and found the perfect chair.  It was an old barber’s chair with headrest and footrest.  Except for a split in the seat vinyl, he couldn’t find anything wrong with it.  It took him all day to haul it back and bolt it to the floor of the shed.  He covered the seat with an old plastic tarp.  Then he spent another $100 putting in a linoleum tile floor with a drain that emptied into the old septic tank that his dad kept for emergencies.

While he was doing all this, he was recording voice samples from everyone in his family.  He kept a digital recorder in his pocket, and copied the recordings onto his computer daily.  He spent another $200 on software that broke it down to the phenons, then reconstructed it to say what he wanted.  He could speak into the computer microphone and have it say what he said in his sister’s, mother’s, father’s, and several of Angie’s friend’s voices and photos.  Doing a bit of detective work, he also got the voice and photos of several of the “hot” guys that Angie and her friends talked about.  Searching the ‘net again, he found a digital filter that processed voices to that they sounded like what people heard when they spoke themselves.  Testing it with a recording of his voice, he admitted to himself that it was exactly what he heard when speaking.

Next he poached the old projector TV from the back of the science store room at school.  Blowing off the dust, he didn’t think anyone would miss it or the old projector screen he took with it.  If anyone complained, he would make sure it was found in another storage room.  It was unlikely since the school had got all new ones from a grant the year before.

He set up the screen in a slight arc up to the ceiling so it was domed over the chair slightly.  Then he set up the projector on a wall shelf behind the chair with the aspect set so that there was no distortion on the screen.  Hooking up his laptop he sat in the chair and played Star Wars to make sure everything looked right.

Back in the school storage room, he filled a bottle he had brought to school with chloroform, leaving an inch in the bottom of the original 32oz bottle.

Back home, he went through all the family DVDs and albums, copying clips and pics to his hard drive.  He went online again and purchased an I/O card that would turn several outlets off and on based on an embedded command on his computer.

The next part was tricky.  Taking $1000 in cash, he hit the adult store over in the sleazy part of town.  He picked out several items and brought them to the counter along with the cash.  The clerk took one look and said, “Sorry, kid, I can’t sell to minors.”

Ken slipped another $100 bill on the pile.  “Are you sure I’m a minor?”

The man grinned and said, “Sorry, must have been the bad light.  Enjoy.”  He bagged up the purchases and handed them to Ken.

Ken smiled and said, “Thank you,” then left.

Installing his old desktop out in the shed behind a small partition, Ken spent the next week putting together the perfect slideshow.

Chapter 2

Ken was ready.  The perfect opportunity presented itself a week later.  It was mid-summer and his parents decided to go on a trip with his dad’s coworkers to Italy.  They were leaving him in charge for a whole month.

Ken dropped them off at the airport.  They jumped out of the car and grabbed their bags.  Ken waved to them and moved off.

Back home, Angie was on the phone with one of her friends.  Ken stood next to her door and listened, “…OMG!  I don’t believe it! … That is so gross. Did she swallow all of it? … Eew! … “  He had heard enough. 

He left her there and went down and prepared dinner, heating up a TV dinner for each of them.  He put them in plain view on the table, then yelled up, “Dinner’s ready!”

Dipping a rag in the chloroform, he waited for her to come down the stairs.  In a second he heard her charging down the stairs.  She saw the TV dinners and was racing.  She ran right past him, not seeing him around the corner.  He grabbed her from behind and pressed the rag over her mouth and nose.  She went down like a ton of bricks, never seeing who was behind her.

Ken was ecstatic.  It had worked.  He quickly carried her to the shed, glad for the tall privacy fence so no one could see him.  He removed her clothes.  Damn, she was hot.  He paused a minute to collect himself, then continued.  He put her in the chair, using padded leather straps to tie her wrists to the ends of the chair arms, legs to the sides of the foot rest, a collar to tie her head back against the head rest, and a padded strap to tie her butt down to the chair.  He put on a leather blindfold.  Carefully he shaved off her thick rug.  Then, taking some super glue, he fastened what the adult store called a clit bug to her clitoris, making sure that she could still take a leak.  He also glued nipple teasers to her nipples.  Then he took apart the four plug in bondage cattle prods and attached the electrodes to each temple, the center of her chest, and the back of her neck.  He then glued in some earbuds.  He knew that natural skin growth would make most of the devices fall off in about two weeks.  The one on her clit maybe would take only one week.

Turning on the ventilation fan, he then left the shed, locking the door.  He took her clothes, including her cell, back to the house.  He sent IMs to her closest friends from her phone, “I cn’t blv it, I hv to go vst my csns for a mnth.  Ms u all.  XOXO :o  :( ”  That should take care of her friends.  He set up his laptop near the phone then sat back and enjoyed the TV dinners and then a movie on Netflix.  About two AM his mom called from her cell.  He answered, “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi!  Greetings from Paris!”

“Cool.  How was the flight?”

“Long and boring.  How are you kids doing?  I hope you didn’t throw a party!”

“Nope, just watched some old movie on Netflix and we’re heading to bed.”

“’K.  Can I talk to your sister?”

“Sure!”  He picked up the microphone and activated the phone connection.  “Hi, Mom!” he said, it coming out in Angie’s voice on the phone.

“Hi, sweetie.  How’re things?”

“Oh, the usual.”

“Well, tell your brother that I’ll call tomorrow.  Okay?”

“Sure thing Mom.”

“Love you, hon.”

“Yeah, you too Mom.”  Then he hung up the phone.  A good start, he had to trash Angie’s relationship with their mom before she returned.  Thinking about it, Angie should be awake about now and scared shitless in the dark tied to the chair.  Perfect.  He went to bed.

Chapter 3

The next morning he was tempted to go check on Angie, but resisted.  He needed to break her.  All the treatises said that you needed to isolate the subject for several days without food and water.  It also said to make sure that the subject didn’t have any heart conditions, but Angie was young and athletic so that wasn’t an issue.

Three days later he went out to the shed.  He opened the door and about keeled over from the piss and shit smell.  She immediately tried to turn toward the sound of the door opening.  Ken quickly put on the headset and said, in her internal voice, “Damn, I shit myself.  How disgusting.  Now I need to have it cleaned up.”  He took off the headset, then took a bucket of warm water and dumped it over her crotch, washing away all the shit and piss down the drain.  She quivered at the sensation of the water.  She whispered in a hoarse voice, “Please…”.

He took off the blindfold, standing behind her so she couldn’t see him, then started the slideshow.  It was a powerpoint presentation set on random and had embedded commands.  Whenever it showed her parents or her friends it would wait three seconds and then she would get a shock from the pain electrodes at low voltage.  He had done voiceovers for the video clips and pictures, her parents telling her she was disgusting and bad, that she was the property of her bother Ken and should always obey him, that they were very disappointed with her.  Her female friends just called her, “Loser, Poser, brother-hater,” and several other things like that.  Her male crushes all said things like, “What a lousy bitch, won’t even obey her brother.  Keep away from me.”  Whenever a picture of Ken came up, always smiling lovingly at her, the electrodes stopped.  If she tried to talk, the pain electrodes would fire at medium voltage and her voice would say, “I must not talk unless Ken gives me permission”.  Always in the background, quietly in her voice, repeated, “I have to obey Ken,” and “Ken is so wonderful”.

He watched for a while as she learned not to say anything.  Soon he could see her anticipating the shots of him.  Perfect.  He left and mowed the lawn, got some lunch, then returned to the shed.  She was gritting her teeth whenever any picture besides his appeared.  As the pain electrodes fired, she would quiver, clenching her fists and silently screaming.  She had pissed herself again as well.

Ken turned off the slideshow, and then slipped the blindfold back on her.  He dumped another bucket of warm water on her.  First he jacked off into a bottle of water, and then added some crushed vitamins.  Shaking it up he slowly let her drink the bottle.  Then he slipped off the blindfold and restarted the slideshow.  She shrieked, “No!” as it started, getting a good shock, her body arching in the restraints.  Ken left her there.

The next morning he went into the shed.  She was shaking with exhaustion, but she couldn’t close her eyes, she had to know what slide was next.  He stopped the slideshow, slipping on her blindfold.  Again he cleaned her with a bucket of water, noticing a little blood in the water from her period, and then fed her a bottle of cum-water with vitamins.  Then he put the one slide with a picture of him up on the screen, made sure the background voice was running, and took off her blindfold again.  He left for an hour.  He came back and she was out cold.  He let her rest for another hour, then started the slide show up again.

Ken repeated it for another week, after another few days he started her on oatmeal mixed with his sperm in addition to the cum-water.  Then he started a new slide show, this time with sexual overtones.  Her friends would say things like, “She won’t fuck her brother.  Not even a blow job.  I don’t want to be around her if she is that lame.”  Her parents would say versions of, “She isn’t worth anything, she refuses to have sex with Ken, her owner.  What good is she if she won’t even do that?”  When the picture of Ken came up, the clit bug, the nipple teasers, or both would fire.  This one also had a picture of a cop that would come up once every few hours, and it would fire the pain electrodes on low.  The cop demanded that she tell him about Ken, and if she spoke, the pain electrodes would fire on medium.  Ken watched as Angie six times tried to talk to the cop.  The background voice was saying things like, “I must obey Ken,” “I love Ken,” “Ken is my god,” and “I love being Ken’s fuck toy.”

Meanwhile, Ken had degenerated Angie and his mother’s relationship to the point where his mom never even asked to talk to her anymore.  Perfect.

Chapter 4

It was the third week and the final part would take long hours of work.  Ken told his parents that he was taking Angie on a camping trip to try to straighten her out, kind of an Outward Bound type of thing.  He headed out to the shed with Angie’s bottle of cum-water and cum oatmeal.  He had mixed in six of his mother’s prescription sleeping tablets. 

He went in, turned off the slideshow, but left the background whispers in her voice, then put on her blindfold.  He fed her and waited.  In her condition, the pills had her out in no time.  He carefully removed the clit bug and the nipple teasers.  Damn she was hot.  He couldn’t resist and jacked off over her body, coating her front with strings of his cum.  Then he disconnected the electrodes and unbuckled her.  He dumped a few pails of warm water on her, then rolled her on her side.  The bed sores weren’t as bad as he had worried about.  The online pages had said that the constant electrical impulses and muscle clenching would minimize them, he hadn’t believed it.  The same site said that muscle atrophy would also be slowed, perfect.  Carefully he rubbed some Bactine and lotion on the sores, then left her there for a few hours.  The pills would have her out for at least six hours.

Five hours later, he rolled her back on her back, then buckled her down again.  He was happy to see that there were no marks besides a slight redness where the straps went.  He reattached the electrodes, moving them slightly since he noticed a redness where they had been attached.  This time he used makeup prosthetic glue since it had to come off without marks after only a few days.  He also reinserted the earbuds the same way after clearing some wax out of her ears.

He left her sleeping, strapped in again, and went back to the house.  A few hours later he went back to the shed and he could see that she was awake.  Perfect.  He put on his headset and put a slide of their mom on the screen.  He removed the blindfold.  She froze as she expected a shock.  He had them under manual control and didn’t send one.  Instead he asked in their mother’s voice, “What happened to you?”

She didn’t say anything.

He began pleading in his mother’s voice, “Honey, I can see that you are not well.  What is wrong?  What happened to you while we were in Italy?  Honey?” 

After a few minutes, Angie said, “Oh, Mom.”  He let that go.  When she continued with, “It was terrible…” He instantly hit the maximum electrode level.  Angie thrashed around for two minutes as he held the button down.  He repeated that scene several times.  Then duplicated it with their Dad.  Then a street cop, followed by a police detective, then several of her friends.  He let her say anything except that every time she started to talk about her current circumstances he fired the pain electrodes. 

He flashed a picture of himself, then turned off the voice changer.  “Angie, Good Morning.  How are you today?”  It didn’t matter what she answered, she was allowed to talk to him.  He repeated the sequence with all the others several times in random order.  She quickly learned she could talk to anyone about anything except her time in the chair, and was soon chatting away.  It took longer, but she soon realized that she could discuss it with Ken.

She said, “Oh, Ken.  I have been having a horrible summer.  Everyone is mad at me, except you.  I just don’t understand!”

He replied, “Angie, I am not happy either.  You keep refusing to obey me and fuck me.  I am your brother and owner so of course I love you, but I don’t understand why you are being so selfish and mean.  Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I will obey you and fuck you whenever you want, I am your sex toy!  I love you so much!”

“That is wonderful!  I am sure now that you are obeying me, all your friends will want to be with you again.  Just remember that if you mention how you weren’t obeying me, or even tell how we are together now, it will remind them and they will all be mad again.”

“Well, duh, of course.”

“And if you tell anyone, even the police, they will be very angry.”

“Naturally.”

“I am so proud of you!”  The second he said that she gasped and arched her back in orgasm.  He couldn’t believe her change in attitude.  She was almost ready.  He let her rest for a while, then slipped on the blindfold.  He fed her some cum-water and pill laced cum-oatmeal.  She was soon out of it.  He quickly repeated the treatment for bed sores.  He was happy to see that they were barely noticeable.

A few hours later he strapped her back in.  He left the background whisper saying several things like, “I really love Ken,”  “Ken is so sexy,”  “I must obey Ken,”  “I worship Ken,”  “I ache for Ken,” and several others like it.  He added in crickets and other night noises.  Downing a Dew, he kept himself awake until he saw her stirring. 

He set the voice converter to her inner voice, started a slide show, this one of selected pictures from when he went camping with their dad alone the summer before.  His dad had had a new camera and went slap happy taking pictures of Ken.  Embarrassed, Ken had made a copy of the pictures, then erased the originals.  His dad had been upset at losing all of them.  So she had never seen the pictures before.  He did a running commentary in her voice as he slowly went through the slides.  “I can’t believe how handsome Ken is.  Isn’t he cute on this sailboat with me.  Oh god!  He fell over, is he okay?  Oh, whew, he is fine.  Hmmm, he is really fine.  Check out is cock in that swimsuit! … This hike is sooo boring, but Ken is worth following anywhere, he is so cute and I love him so much.  Damn, I want to rip off my clothes and have him fuck me hard right here!  My nipples hurt so bad they are so hard.  And my vagina hurts I need him so much.  … It is so nice sitting around the campfire like this with Ken.  I sure hope he sleeps with me tonight.” 

There, that was it.  Everything was ready.  He put the chloroform over her face, carefully not touching her face, and she slumped.  He unstrapped her, dumped a bucket of warm water over her since she stunk, then carried her into the house, putting her in the bathtub.  He scrubbed her whole body, including shampooing her hair.  He noticed that her pubes were mostly grown back in.  Good.  The red marks from the straps and electrodes were barely noticeable and rapidly fading.  Even better.  He carefully dried her off, brushed her hair, then put her in her bed lying naturally on her side.  He made sure her phone was on and in the charger with all contradictory messages erased.  He had sent a message out the day before from her phone telling her friends that she was back from the camping trip.  He left all the responses from that on the phone.  He finished setting everything up at about six A.M.

While she slept, he went out and moved all the computer equipment back to his room.  Then he hauled the barber chair back to the dump.  A can of gasoline and the shed was gone.  He took the ashes and gathered them together, put some logs around the site like benches, and built a fire pit.  There was no trace of the shed remaining.

Chapter 5

When Angie woke up, she was a bit confused.  She stretched and it felt wonderful.  She got up and headed for the bathroom.  As she walked past her mirror she noticed that she had lost some weight.  She checked out her washboard stomach and it looked fantastic.  “Ken is going to love it.”  She giggled.

When she got to the bathroom, she noticed that she needed to shave her armpits badly.  She quickly did so.  She also pruned her eyebrows.  She was a little confused as to how everything had got so badly out of date.  She hadn’t been camping with Ken that long!  She took a long luxurious shower, trimming her nails as she did so.

She brushed her hair and threw on a sundress then headed downstairs.

Ken was wondering what she was doing for so long in the bathroom.  He had heard her get up and now it was almost an hour later as she came down.  She looked fantastic.  With no hesitation she smiled and said, “Good morning Ken,” went over to where he was sitting in the living room and kissed him.  Then she got herself a big bowl of Cheerios.  It was such a night and day change over her previous attitude that he decided then and there that it was all worth it.

Ken watched her scarf down the cereal.  As she was putting the bowl in the sink, he said, “Angie, could you come over here for a minute?”

“Sure!”  She practically skipped over to him.

He pulled her giggling into his lap.  He pulled down a dress strap exposing her hard nipple and began to suck on it.

“Oh, Ken, that is wonderful!” she exclaimed.

He slid his hand up her leg, and she wasn’t wearing any panties!  She was rapidly getting very wet as well.  He fingered her for a minute, then said, “Honey, why don’t you get rid of that dress and give me a blow job?”

“Sure!” she exclaimed again as she pulled the dress off and got to work unfastening his pants and pulling down his underwear.  She excitedly said, “Oh!  It is so cool!” and then started licking his cock all over.

Ken was in second heaven as the beautiful sexy naked 14 year old hottie suddenly deep throated his 8” hard cock.  She shrieked with glee as he spurted some pre-cum.  “This is so delicious!” she exclaimed as it hit her tongue.  Several slurps more and he gave her a large load of cum.  “Yummie!” she yelled happily and slurped it all down, not spilling a drop.

Still hard as a rock, Ken pushed the orgasming semi-conscious Angie back on the couch, then, putting her legs over his shoulders, he slid home in her dripping pussy.  She shrieked in pure pleasure, arching her back almost like she had been hit by the pain electrodes, but gasping, “Yes, yes, yes!” with a big happy smile.  Her nips were at least an inch long.  Her hymen went without her even noticing.

Ramming home, then stroking in and out, Angie’s Yeses soon changed into a pure animal scream as she orgasmed over and over, flopping about like a fish out of water.  Ken, since he had just filled her stomach, took a good ten minutes to fill her belly with warm cum, painting her cervix white.  She convulsed with one final scream and passed out, dropping back on the couch, her head lolling and drool dripping from her mouth.

Ken was amazed at the change in his obnoxious sister.  Now this was the type of sister every boy should have!  He slid his cock out with a slurp, then went and cleaned himself up.  Too bad Angie was unconscious; she would have loved to lick him clean.

He fucked her six times more that day; she passed out in ecstasy every time.  Over the next week he fucked her constantly.  She would do anything he told her to do, no matter how big or small, happily.  Realizing that he had to do it sometime, and wanting to do it while he was still in control for that week, he let her go out with her friends.  There were no problems.  The “talk about it only to Ken” programming was working like a charm.  He also told their mother that the camping trip had worked, and Angie was back to her old self.  The two of them spent an hour on the phone (to Italy – expensive call) and all Angie could talk about was how wonderful the camping trip was.  She even told her mom about how he had fallen overboard on the sailboat, giggling about it constantly.

Ken picked up their parents at the end of the week.  Everything went on as normal, except when Ken and Angie would slip into the bathroom, or Angie would slip into Ken’s room after dark, and they would fuck like rabbits.  Their mother even commented about how the two of them had bonded.  “If she only knew,” snickered Ken.