1. Attitude Fix: The story of my half brother, our sleazy mom and the alternative to pain in life


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cheating, Female Domination, Hardcore, Sado-Masochism, Wife, Author: Alpha_Male_NY, Rating: 64.3, Source: sexstories.com

    ever knew. Even when he found I wasn't really his kid, he took care of me and I felt loved by him no differently than he loved my half brother. Of course, I call him "half", not because we had different fathers, no. We had only one father. I called him "half", because I always felt I was so much more than him. Maybe I took after my real father, but I also took after the crafty business man who raised me. There's nothing noble in scarcity, and since early on, I saw that if I wanted to make it in life, I had to be willing to take risks. There's more dignity and healthy pride in negation. But being good is hard work and temptation is rampant and so easy to allow in. How we deal with our passions lays the foundation of our character. And so they knew, submit and blend in, and you'll be treated like a good pet. Or rebel in a futile venture, and you'll be squashed like a bug. Fear is the greatest motivator. It can, sometimes, paralyze you, so one ought to be mindful of subjects that are seemingly defiant, unable to move, because they can simply be under a whole lot of pain and, subsequently, under the spell of fear. If a girl doesn't obey my voice command, then I'd make contact, firmly, to see if she reacts. The place isn't bad, there's plenty of light and windows, rivers nearby, no contact with the outside world since it's the last house up a steep hill. My dogs fend off any potential trespassers, and I have signs to stay out "live mines ahead". So far, no one has ventured around ...
    here and I carry a shotgun and hunt around my property wild animals freely. We had to be dragged here, there's no traffic, no people one mile in any direction. Food wasn't scarce, but it was given in small amounts, The girls would exercise, read, do things like cut each others' nails and do each others' hairs. Time to be themselves, by themselves, and we'd provide them with aphrodisiac herbs and mushrooms, drop E, cannabis hookah. They were cut from the world, surrounded by a field of random live mines that would blow any one's legs off if tripped, should the electrified fence and the vicious pack of dogs fail to deter the potential intruder or escapee -by either electrocuting the perpetrator or have the subject bitten and chewed to pieces by my well-trained butcher dogs. Nina managed to escape and had some initial success, her story broke out among the fellow prisoner girls, and they had secretly rallied, lifted hopes, dared dream that there was a way out. And so he set out to prove her wrong, to make Nina an example and have her punished for her audacity, once she was captured in a neighboring town. She had defied the impenetrable fortress, roamed through dark forests and ventured into the first town she encountered, a few miles northeast. The wind was blowing, carrying in its womb a whirlpool of autumn's leaves, and Nina knew that there was something awry about the way everyone around looked at her. No one tried to restrain her; no one showed the least concern about her. ...
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