This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.
This story contains mention of incest along with submission. I used incest as a vehicle to move the story, while submission is what I base the story around. If these themes make you uncomfortable, stop reading now. Read the first three chapters to understand everything, but be warned, they contain the same themes.
Family Submission Pt. 04 Hope Found, Hope Lost, and Hope Returns
Sarah is still standing naked in the man's office she hopes with aid her in finding her daughters.
Sarah's training held firm in her head, and she could remember every position Roger taught her. She didn't know how long she stood there, but her legs were aching. She wore three-inch heels, like Roger trained her to do. They made her look gorgeous in this position, but it was hell on her calves and ankles. She wasn't a young woman any longer, and her endurance suffered from it. That didn't matter, and she pushed it out of her head. Her focus was on presenting herself favorably.
"Let's skip forward a bit." The man instructed her. "Give me an overview of Roger and tell me what happened afterward. We can come back to your experience with Roger later. I would like to hear about that, but I don't have all day."
Sarah continued with her explanation.
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The time we spent under the control of Roger and his club passed in a blur. The men abused us every day, all day. Now, instead of only getting them off, each made us orgasm. I must have orgasmed around fifteen to twenty times daily. That's not natural. My head was always buzzing, and when I wasn't having sex, I wanted it. These men turned me into a sex craved maniac. Since I could only orgasm with permission from Roger and his cohorts, not counting each night with my mother, I lusted after each one. My head was telling me I was in love with them. They were all I could think about, all I wanted.
When I walked into a room with one of them, my vagina turned on like a faucet. I would start drooling when I saw a penis. I was a mess, and I knew it. My mother was no better. She reacted as I did, and both of us turned into sex robots. They replaced our emotions with lust. We did as we were told, and we barely talked with each other, or anyone else. These men were conditioning us and doing a great job. I didn't see a way out, and resigned to my fate, when everything came crashing down.
One day when we arrived at the school, there were police cars out front. All six of the men that abused us were arrested and taken away. They ushered my mother and me into a room with a group of other women. I recognized some of them as other women the men abused. We were all confused when a gentleman in a police uniform walked in with a man in a suit.
"Ladies, I'm Captain Reynolds. You may recognize Mr. Lincoln, the president of the university. I will start by saying we know all about the abuse you suffered at the hands of the men we arrested this morning. Besides them, we have arrested twenty more men. We know they are all part of a sex club that enslaved and abused women."
The police captain stepped aside and let the university's president speak. He apologized on behalf of the school and told us he would speak to each of us personally. The Police captain said he was aware of the blackmail material the dean had on everyone present, and that as far as he was concerned, it didn't exist. We had been through enough.
The university president talked with me and my mother together. We walked into the dean's office, and I almost undressed out of habit. We each took a seat, and he began, "Mrs. and Ms. Thompson, I'm sorry they put you through this. It's obvious this will give the school a huge black eye, and I would like to begin the healing. If you feel up to it, I would like to make you the new dean, Mrs. Thompson. You're more than qualified, and I think having a woman in this position will be a positive step forward."
"Ms. Thompson, Sarah, if you decide to continue your education with us, I will waive your tuition. That includes the tuition of your brother, as well as Lyndsey and Thomas, who I understand your mother is housing while they finish their degrees. There is no way we can make up what happened to you, just please accept my sincere apology."
My mother took the job offer. It came with a substantial pay raise, so she was happy. We still didn't know what happened. The turn of events still shook me. I was accustomed to near constant sex, and my sexual desire was on a short fuse. It relieved me we were out from under Roger's thumb, but I was still in the mindset of obeying any instructions men gave me.
Dave, Lyndsey, and Thomas were home when we arrived. When we walked in, they met us in the living room and told us to sit down.
"Honey, I'm exhausted and I just want to sleep." My mother responded, walking past my brother.
Dave raised his voice and said, "I said, sit your ass down and shut up."
My mother stopped in her tracks and looked at Dave like he had two heads. Dave stood his ground, looking up at my mother, standing 6'3 with her heels. She backed up a few steps, then walked to the couch and sat down. I took a seat next to her and waited.
"Let me explain how everything went down." My brother announced.
