Chapter 3
Mary
"I love him," said Anna.
Mary studied the girl, trying to decide whether the feelings were genuine, youth could so easily be misled by emotions. A pretty girl, like Anna, was a easy catch for teen wolves. Mary asked, "Are you sure that it is not just a crush. Remember the last boyfriend that you had? What was his name? You said you loved him but he disappeared when he didn't get what he wanted."
Anna beamed. Her eyes wide in excitement and a smile flashed. "Oh Anna. I never loved him. This time its diferent. I know it is. Charles is gentle, kind, and he loves me."
Mary did not miss the pause. "I'm glad and I hope it works out but take it slowly. You have plenty of time--" Before she could continue, Anna stretched her arm our revealing a sparkling diamond ring. "Oh my. You don't mean.. Did he.. Did you.."
Anna leaped up. "Yes we did. Isn't it wonderful? Charles wants to marry me. This afternoon he proposed. He even knelt down on one knee." She whirled in excitement.
Grabbing the seventeen year old girl, Mary said, "Have you told your mother yet? What about Peter? He'll be furious. You know how jealous he is, don't you? And your so young."
The front door swung open, as Mother entered carrying a bundled of boxes and bags. Through her bustle she asked, "Told me what? What's happened?"
Anna explained her engagement to Charles, excitingly waving her ring into her mother's face. Mother took the news well, becoming as thrilled as her daughter, until she realised that Peter may not be as glad about the event.
"Have you told him yet?" said Mother.
"No, I guess I've made that announcement last. Do you really think that he'll be jealous?"
A door slammed in the back of the house. Mary said, "Well it sounds like he's home. Why don't you explain it to him now? No point in beating around the bush, is there?"
Anna nervously left the room to talk to her brother. Mother laid her boxes down and retreated to the living room. Mary decided to start cooking the diinner. The kitchen was central to the house and within hearing range of anyone spoke loudly in the bedrooms.
Mary pulled the ingredients out for a pasta dish when the sound of Peter's voice erupted. The yelling upset her, making it difficult to concentrate on the cooking. Abuse poured out of the bedroom until Mary heard Anna scream back. Unable to remain hidden, Mary crept up to the bedroom door to peek through the ajar door.
Anna yelled, "I don't care what you think. I am going to marry him." She stood on the balls of her feet to look down at Peter.
He yelled back, "You never care what I think. You're always too busy getting it on with what's his face. Well you're not going to marry him because I won't let you."
"Ha! Let me? Since when have you been boss. Maybe your jealous because you can't even get a girlfriend. I heard that you got turned down by Heather Owen last week. How many turn downs is that Pete? 200?"
Mary watched Peter's response, something in the way he changed his attack scared her. He said evenly, "You think that you're so smart, don't you? But I can make you do exactly what I want." Mary had never noticed the ring on Peter's hand until it glowed bright green. Looking up she saw his eyes shining.
Anna began to say, "Are you on drugs Pete.. You.. can't make..." her reply cut short as if she could not think of what to complete it.
Smiling wickedly Peter said, "Listen to me Anna. The only person you love is me. Forget about other boys, you think that I am the most attractive person on earth. From now on you love to obey me and it turns you on to serve me like a slave. If I ask, you'll do anything I want and practically have an orgasm doing so."
Blankly Anna responded, "I love obeying you. It makes me horny."
Opened mouthed, Mary stepped back, almost tripped over a table, then she bolted out the house, not caring where she was headed but in a hurry to put as much distance between herself and that boy as she could.
Peter heard the front door slam. It diverted his attention a little but he looked back at his sister coming out of the trance. He wondered whether he had gone too far with her. Did he really want a slave? He wanted to teach her a lesson. But a slave? A horny slave at that? he waited for her attention.
He said, "How do you feel Sis? Do you remember what we were arguing about?"
Confused she answered, "Arguing? Oh yeah. About a boy who gave me this ring. How silly, he thought that I might like him. Should I tell him about us Pete? I don't think that he would understand."
"Don't tell him about anything except that you have changed your mind," Peter said, handing her the telephone. "Call him now and while you speak give yourself a hand job."
Anna did as she was told. In a casual voice, she spoke to her exboyfriend. At the same time she untied her jeans and rubbed herself. Peter could hear the irrate exboyfriend, Charles, blubbering on the phone. In the end the boyfriend hung-up as Anna kept masturbating.
Pulling his own trousers down Peter told Anna what to do. With her free hand she put his penis into her mouth.
At dinner time the family wondered where Mary had gone. Mother rang her home but received the answering service. Anna could not detach herself from her handsome brother, ogling the way he moved and wishing for any kind of order from him. Peter became suspicious when both Mother and Anna explained how they had talked to Mary prior to Anna's transformation. In the end they gave up the search and Anna eagerly cooked dinner when Peter told her to.
In a farm house an elderly woman listened to her daughter. The tale seemed impossible but Mary never lied about important things and Emerly chose to believe every detail.
"What are you goint to do then?" asked Emerly.
"I don't know Mom. I thought of going to the police but they wouldn't believe it. Do you have any ideas?" Mary said between tears.
"I don't know. I guess you're right about the police. Maybe you should stay with me. The boy could never find you way out here. Even if he did, we'ld see him coming from a mile away."
"I can't Mom. I don't know what he is going to do with his mother and grandfather. I Have to stop him before its too late." Mary played with a spoon, tapping it hard against the table.
Emerly's eyes widened. "What are talking about? How are you going do anything? You'll have to murder the boy to stop him."
Mary considered the idea. Murdering people was beyond her, especially someone who she raised like her own son. "Maybe I could reason with him Mom. Afterall he trusts me and I wouldn't provoke him like his sister did."
The evening wore on as mother and daughter discussed the options. Eventually Emily turned for bed, Mary was too aggitated and stayed up, trying to solve the puzzle, finally she turned the light out knowing that she had to face Peter with reason and, just in case, she could carry a gun.