A Measure Of Control Ch 07

Triggers and Warnings

Coercion, manipulation, mild gaslighting, incest, M/s dynamics, forced cooperation, bruising and beatings, nanites, medical implants, mentions of rape.

Mild spoilers;

Alex and Victoria consider themselves to be fundamentally good people, however they engage in flagrant manipulative and controlling behaviour. While Nora does eventually enjoy the situation, they should absolutely not be taken as role models and much of what they do in this story is abhorrently morally corrupt. This is not a story about good boundaries or consent, no matter how Alex or Victoria might try to frame it to themselves.

Authors note:

Chapter seven took over two days of editing, probably because I am really persnickety. The chapters are going to start coming slower now. I have seventeen written so far but from here out they in greater need of refinement. As always, if you spot any continuity errors or formatting / grammar mistakes please let me know!

## Chapter Seven

Alex visited the living room before he went to find Nora. There were several comfy seats surrounding a coffee table in front of the TV. The big three seater directly opposite the screen, a two seater off the the left, and their grandpa's old Chesterfield on the right. He slid the coffee table right up under the TV to make a space and pulled the rug forward until it was right up against the three seater. Hopefully it would help cushion the floor.

Upstairs Nora's bedroom door was shut. A sure fire sign she was in there.

Alex went down the hall and knocked. "You in there?"

There was a thump, presumably from her getting off the bed, then the door opened. It seemed she had been crying again.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine." She said angrily.

If she was still able to be testy then Alex reckoned she was fine enough for what he had planned, "Come downstairs with me."

"I said I was fine!" but she was walking after him none the less. 'Fucking obedience code.' she thought.

Alex said nothing more as they walked. When they got to the living room he sat on the sofa and said "Kneel there." Pointing at a spot on the floor in front of him. That he'd cleared space for her gave Nora a sense for foreboding.

"I'm not your fucking slave Alex." Nora said angrily as she assumed a kneeling position in front of him. She had her legs together, and her hands at her sides.

He kept this voice calm but authoritative, "No, you aren't. Victoria is, and I left her in your care. In a vulnerable state. Because I apparently considered you to be a better person than you are... Spread your legs as wide as you can."

She had a moment of panic. But her legs spread themselves. She made it practically to 180 degrees, it ached as she went into a stretch. He'd said as wide as you can.

"Alex! Please!" she sputtered.

Still calmly he said, "You left someone to suffer because you were angry with them. Victoria and I play by rules we both defined. You don't know them all. But I know you know better than to assume leaving someone tied to a post is either safe or right... Fold your hands up behind your back."

"I'm sorry. I won't do that again."

"I won't make the mistake of thinking you have basic human decency again either."

"That's not true! I care! I was just angry with her!"

"Yes, she told me what she did. She tried to mess with you again. She'll be getting another twenty for it later, and if you'd come to me and told me what she did, you wouldn't now be kneeling there."

"Please let me up. I'll be good."

"She was on the floor balancing a paddle on her bruises for 45 minutes. You can kneel there for 30."

"No! Please!"

"Shh." he said sharply, raising a finger. Her mouth snapped shut.

He picked his book back up, opened it to his bookmark, then looked over the top of it at her, "While you are there. Think about whether you like this. If the answer's no, perhaps you shouldn't have left her there."

Nora couldn't believe he was doing this. Her panic at being forced to the floor had subsided when she'd realised his clearly raging hardon wasn't going to end up inside her. Now she was just seething from the indignation of being forced into a slave pose.

She sat there continuing to seethe for five minutes twenty seven seconds before thinking once again about how strange it was to have a timer in her head. It had started the moment Alex had defined how long she was to remain like this. She quickly began to get bored, at which point she involuntarily turned to Alex's question about what it was actually like to be left trapped with nothing to do.

The obvious difference between her situation and Victoria's being that she wasn't in any pain. Her thighs had relaxed already, and she knew she'd be able to move enough to keep herself mostly comfortable. She also knew how long she was here for. Where as Victoria had been shaking, cold, and probably slightly in shock, with an indefinite stay shackled to the floor. In some ways Alex was actually being much nicer than she had been. He'd also done everything calmly, like he'd thought it all out, and weighed it properly. She'd just thrown her toys out of her pram and stormed off to sulk.

Alex adjusted his hardon with his elbow again, there was probably no way he was successfully hiding it from the woman on her knees with nothing to do but watch him or think. None the less he was trying to sit such that it was tucked in and behind his arm as he read. Thus he found himself curled up with his back against the armrest using both knees as a book rest. She was so hot knelt there. She'd looked really angry to start with, but now she just looked like she was deep in thought. Which had been the ultimate goal. Just a shame for him she was once again in skin tight leggings, speckled grey today, and a tight blue tank top. She was barefoot and she'd tied her long blonde hair back into a ponytail with a pink scrunchie. She wasn't the most colour coordinated woman he'd ever met, but she didn't need to be... She looked good in anything.

What this all said about him, given she was his cousin, he wasn't sure. He should probably be more bothered than he was. That he

was

sure about. Victoria seemed to have no issues with wanting to sleep with her. He was also not sure how that had all changed so fast. Four days ago they'd been practising ignoring her, and she them. Then she'd used an unmarked hypo like some kind of idiot, and here they were.

'How long can that erection last?' Nora thought to herself after she'd been knelt there for just over ten minutes. 'Is that really just because I'm knelt here? This kind of thing really does it for them huh?...' She'd not touched herself properly in days. The initial shock of being forced into this had worn off far more rapidly than she felt it should have. It had been briefly replaced with anger at being held basically prisoner. No, not basically. She

was

a prisoner here. It was just the kindest of prisons. But even that anger had proved unmaintainable. Even when she forcefully reminded herself of the need to be angry.

The immediate situation was having an unwanted effect it seemed. She was in skin tight clothing and he'd made her show off her body in this stupid pose. Her tits thrust out by the position of her arms. Her legs obscenely spread, and he was ignoring her! She knew it was making him hard, she could see it. Right there. This was humiliating on a whole new level. He hadn't even really glanced at her. She knew that was the point. This was all about showing her how unkindly she had treated Victoria.

She wondered what Victoria might do to her if she were allowed. She had no idea what kind of vindictive streak Alex's slave had. She'd been dating him for the last 4 years, or at least she'd been at every family gathering for that long. But they'd not spent more than 10 minutes at a time chatting except during whatever board games had come out that she'd been forced to join in on. Hah, she'd not really known the meaning of 'forced' until 3 days ago. An image of Victoria standing over her with paddle in hand came to mind. In Nora's minds eye Victoria said "Let's see how you like it bitch." and swung it down on her exposed thigh. Maybe, just maybe, being knelt here was making her wet.

She had been pushing thoughts like that out of her mind repeatedly and hoping for a distraction that seemingly was not coming when the real Victoria walked into the living room accompanied by the click of heels as she traversed the hardwood of the stairs and living space. She walked up behind the sofa to throw her arms over it's back and around her Master.

"Lingerie, as requested Mas...ter." she said in a sultry voice that petered out into confusion as she saw the still kneeling Nora. Who, for her part was wide eyed at the sight before her.

Victoria was wearing all black, which along with the black hair falling freely around her made her pale skin shine. She seemed to be three inches taller. Which would explain the clicking, and she apparently either had a lot of money to spend on her clothes, or she really knew how to shop. She was all soft curves, her breasts were fully cupped in a bra that looked made to measure. She was wearing lacy underwear that showed that she too had not a hair on her, owing to the fact that the front of her lips were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. She'd put a lace choker around her neck, and pulled a sleeved shawl of some silky sheer fabric around her shoulders that was open in the front bar a small tie pulling it in at the waist.

"I don't make requests, do I pet?"

"No Master. You give orders."

Nora thought the words had the quality of a long rehearsed exchange. She also thought Victoria was beautiful.

"Are you punishing her for leaving me Master?"

"No, she just needed some time to think about the way she handled her emotions."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, "Kneeling at your feet?"

"Feeling ignored."

"Ahh." She said, and nodded.

"Come around the sofa, give me a twirl, pose for me. Make sure she can see too." He said with a sideways nod at Nora.

Victoria came around the rest of the way and did a slow turn for her Master. The tanning of her buttocks was still visible, it had begun to darken into a bruise. She turned away and bent over at the hips, looking back for a moment, giving a little ass wiggle before she straightened again. Reached for the ceiling she stretched like a sultry cat, up on her toes even in the heels, kneels slightly bent, back arched.

"Enough Master?"

"Yes pet."

"Do you need anything else?"

"No thank you. You're free to go about your day."

"Thank you Master."

'They're always so formal with each other.' Nora thought. She found she greatly appreciated the show Victoria had put on. She couldn't tell how much Alex might have, he still seemed to have a tent in his pants from making her kneel. She was getting really impressed with how long that hardon was lasting... Was she really that attractive to him? It looked like it might a good sized cock too.

'Fuck!' she thought, 'He's your cousin... and your jailer. Stop it.'

Eventually the timer ran out and she was able to get up and leave. Alex watched her rise, or try to. Victoria was still working on her adjustments to try and stop limbs stiffening, not that Nora knew that. Nora was young and fit, so it only took her a few moments to sort herself out, and then she bolted.

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Her legs hurt like hell by the time she unfolded herself from kneeling. The rug had taken a lot out of the hardness of the floor but she was still stiff and her knees hurt. Nonetheless she was damned if she was giving him any more chances to give her orders. She hit the stairs nearly at a run and was up them and in her room in moments. Door shut. It was then that she realised she still couldn't speak. Well fuck. Though, she guessed, it didn't actually matter unless one of

them

wanted to talk to her. Or specifically Victoria.

She flopped down on her bed and felt the heat between her legs. Tentatively, she slid her hand under her waistband and into her panties. Yep. She was wet. How could she be wet after how humiliating that had all been?

She grazed her clit thinking about it some more. Little frissons of pleasure rushing through her. Three days. Have I really been locked in this house with those two for just three days and this is the effect? Pulling her hand out, she looked at her fingers. It was actually a fair amount of wet too...

Hooking her thumbs under the waistband she slid her leggings and panties down past her knees and snuggled back into her pillows. Her knees flat on the bed either side of her. She ran her fingers over her smooth lips. She'd bought the hair creams practically on her 18th birthday and started applying them.

Nearly two years of applications later she'd declared herself satisfied. There wasn't a hair on her body other than her head. She loved the feeling. Right now though, she was enjoying something else much more.

Her fingers were circling her clit, and spreading a lot of lubrication around. It was glistening on her lips. She kept stroking, thinking about Victoria doing that slow turn. What would it have been like to have to kneel there and watch as they fucked on the sofa again.

The thought stoked her something fierce, heat radiating out from her clit as she massaged it faster. Being ignored on the floor like a doll while they made love to each other on the family sofa. She came pretty quickly. It had been a few days after all. Her back arching as she silently humped her own fingers. Her hips bucking as if on a cock that wasn't there.

When she'd recovered a few minutes later she found that there was a fair amount of her cum all over her hand and thighs. She would have to get to the bathroom to sort it out. She'd gone through all her tissues crying it would seem. That meant pulling her panties back up and squelching down the corridor. The idea of having to do so inexplicably making her slightly horny again.

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Other than the bathroom run she didn't leave her room again until Alex called her for dinner. She'd missed lunch to hide out up here thinking about what the fuck was going on in her head and she was

hungry

. Typically skipping meals was a big no-no. Doesn't matter how what exercise you do, skipping meals is bad for you.

Alex had gotten better at not saying anything that might be an order, except when he did it deliberately. So the shout up just said it was ready, he didn't tell her to come down. This gave her time to brush her hair out, and generally straighten herself out.

She tied her hair back up as she walked down the corridor to the stairs, the end of her pony tail brushing her buttocks as she walked. Dinner smelt extra amazing this evening, no doubt because of the skipped meal. When she arrived there was chilli on the table. Victoria always cooked in duplicate it seemed. This was a reheat based on the lack of used cookware and the glass storage containers on the side.

By the time she arrived they were both already settled in. Victoria still in her scant underwear. Alex had also changed. He was now in loose black trousers and a fitted double cuff white shirt that was unbuttoned to the middle. He'd also brushed and styled his hair slightly. Overall she felt thoroughly under dressed even for tidying herself up.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at them both. She tried to say something but just sort of huffed some air out. A rude reminder she was locked in silence. Grumpily she flapped her arms in frustration.

"Opps, sorry Nora. You may speak." Alex said.

"Is there some occasion you've not told me about?" she asked.

Victoria replied, "Master likes to dress the part when I'm getting a caning."

"A caning?! What for?"

"My behaviour again..." Victoria said looking at the table top.

"Your... why?"

"The way I spoke to you. After my spanking."

Alex interjected, "She did exactly what I was punishing her for. Right after her punishment." He looked at Victoria pointedly, "So now she gets the cane."

"I'm sorry Master."

"The pair of you keep apologising to me instead of each other!" he said exasperated. Then after a pause, "Why don't you sit and eat?"

It didn't count as an order, but she came down off the bottom step and sat in what had become her usual chair. The table seated eight, the three of them had taken the seats on the end nearest the stairs. Alex on the end, Nora and Victoria either side of him. Nora had her back to the stairwell, Victoria had the front door behind her.

Victoria was having a hard day! Beaten, chained, and now beaten again? Given how much pain Alex was dishing out she was very thankful all she'd had to do was kneel for a bit... What was she thinking? He'd have to be a top tier asshole to beat her without her consent. She also wasn't sure when in the last three days the goal post had moved from 'asshole for imprisoning her' to 'asshole if he beat her'.

Dinner passed quietly, as it had done every night. Alex wasn't sure what to say to Nora that wasn't ordering her around. He could think of all sorts of delightful ways to do that... But nothing really conversational right now. He asked Victoria how her work was going, but there was little to say about that at the moment. Nora seemed to plough through her food. She also got an update on the special code just for her.

Afterwards, they retired to the living room to watch some TV while their food settled. Alex calling Victoria back as she'd been forced to start up the stairs to get him a cane. The last part of his order from earlier.

Nora joined them for the first time since they'd arrived ten days ago. While Victoria curled up against Alex on the main sofa Nora flopped herself over either arm of her grandfathers leather single seater.

Alex hoped this was a sign she wound stick around for the caning. He was 'planning' to take Victoria up and spreadeagle her on the bed. But he'd much rather do it over the dining table. That would depend on how Nora responded to the idea.

They watched an episode of the latest reality TV for an hour until Alex felt he was sufficiently digested.

"Ready pet?" he said quietly.

"Mhmm." came the response from Victoria.

He reached down and tilted her face towards him from where she was nestled at his side and gave her a hard stare. She got a pensive look on her face as she realised her mistake.

"Yes Master." He drew is hand back, palm open and watched as she braced, screwing her eyes shut. Then he slapped her, firmly, but not hard enough to redden her skin.

"Honestly pet. What has gotten into you?"

"Sorry Master." she said dejectedly.

Nora had turned from the TV and was now sat staring at them. When Alex looked over at her she once again had eyes like saucers.

"Nora..." Alex said speculatively. Like it was nothing at all, and important all at once.

"Where do you think I should punish my slave? Tied to the bed, or the dining table?"

"The dining table!?" She asked incredulously.

"I thought so too." He said like she wasn't really asking a question.

"I didn't mean that! I meant why?"

He shrugged.

'Clever,' Victoria thought, she knew the game here, 'somewhere Nora could watch without it being directly imposed on her.'

"It's higher, it's got more space around it. Definitely easier to tie her to than a divan." he said with his own wicked smile.

"Oh. Well, the table I guess?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Me? Er, no?"

He looked at Victoria. "Go and get the ropes, the harness gag, and the large rattan."

She got up to leave immediately and said "Come with me." waving to Nora has she walked away. It was the best she could do with a direct order. Nora for her part stared after her for a second. They both had the control code now, so they couldn't give each other orders. She got up and followed anyway.