All characters in the story are 18+, as previously established.
The Friday Night Role Playing Club: Chapter 2
It was five days after the first meeting of the Friday night club. The next fortnightly session was due in nine days' time. Brad had asked Connor to come and see him.
"So, Connor, how is it going with Holly, these days?" Brad asked.
"Much, much, better. Since the club night she has become kind of docile and obedient. Our sex life is way different too. I can get anything I want, whenever I want, just by telling her what to do. I was thinking of ditching her, but now... well I think I'll keep the new Holly, especially as she doesn't seem to care if I fuck other girls as well."
"Yes, that's quite normal," said Brad. "The first time makes them submissive and obedient. The second makes them horny sluts. They want sex all the time, don't have any inhibitions and are pretty much bi-sexual too. On the third they lose all self-respect and their independence is wiped. Just come to think of themselves as useless bitches. Cum-dump whores for their masters. At that point they are pretty much fuck-slaves."
Brad sounded confident, although in truth he wasn't entirely sure how all this worked and what the long-term effects were. Still, Connor looked convinced, so Brad continued. "And as you know the sluts also lose about 10% of their intelligence each time. My Cheryl is still reasonably capable of functioning in the world, whereas Mac's little toy Jade is just a sex-crazed bimbo now."
Connor was nodding. Brad decided he had him hooked; time to get to the point. "Keep bringing Holly to the club and all that is yours. She won't argue with you about it anyway. Also, you automatically become a full member of the club, get invites to meetings and can fuck the other girls -- present and future -- who members bring."
Here Brad paused and looked closely at Connor. "So, the question is, are you planning to keep bringing Holly?"
"I really want to. The last meeting was great and I like what you've done to her. But you know I can't afford to pay the price you want," said Connor.
"I have to warn you, unless Holly completes the treatment, the effects will wear off. It is only permanent after three sessions. And I told you my terms. Find me a hot girl. I have an extra batch of the liquid here. Find someone, drug them for seven days and bring them to the next meeting. There are two important female NPCs in the next session. Cheryl will be playing one, but bring me a girl to play the other. That's the deal."
But, Connor thought, that was also the problem. He didn't know any hot girls. The women he worked with in his job were mostly middle-aged and he wouldn't have called any of them hot. The only attractive girl at the wargames club was Claire and Stephen had already laid claim to her. True, Holly had girlfriends and some of them were pretty enough, but there wouldn't be an opportunity to dose any of them with the drug on a regular basis. It wasn't even like Holly had a sister or anything...
Then the realisation hit him. Oh my god, no. He couldn't do that... could he? It would just be wrong, so very wrong; evil in fact. Surely, he wasn't that much of a bastard. 'But', a lustful voice inside screamed at him, 'it would work. You could have slut-slave Holly and fuck all those other girls at the club. You know you want that.'
Brad looked at Connor with interest. He could see his turmoil. "What is it?" he asked. Connor drew out his phone. He scrolled through his photos and found the one he wanted. Then he showed Brad. "Wow, yes. She's perfect, what a babe!" said Brad.
The screen showed a beautiful young woman in her early twenties, with long brunette hair and a really cute, attractive smile. What Brad could see of her figure promised an amazing body too. "Get her for me and we have a deal. Who is she?"
Connor said in a low voice, "Her given name is Katherine, after her Nan, but everyone calls her Katie. She is 23, single, sweet-natured, clever, loyal and she loves me. I have always protected her. And yet here I am thinking of selling her out to you."
Brad looked puzzled. Connor stared down at the carpet as if he might see something fascinating there. Then, at last, slowly and reluctantly, he confessed, "She's my sister."
*****
Holly felt, as she always seemed to these days, dreamy and confused. She had trouble thinking straight, like her mind was a fog. She only felt certain of things when Connor told her what to do. She was so grateful to him when he took charge. A silly cunt like her needed to be given orders, she was sure of that.
She knew she didn't deserve Connor. She had been such a bitch to him in the past. Yes, a dumb bitch, that's what she was, and a slutty whore too. She knew that the latter was true because at the club she had been fucked by other men, in the mouth, in the cunt, in her ass and she had loved every part of it. And she had cum, oh, how she had cum...
Holly knew that she wanted sex with women too. She'd never thought she liked women that way, but it had turned out she was wrong. She knew that given the chance she would be all over the other girls at the club, especially Claire.
Connor was so good to put up with a dumb bitch and slut like her. Ok, he was pretty rough with her in bed these days, fucking her in the mouth and ass as well as her cunt, and he slapped her about a bit sometimes, but she knew she deserved that. And, to be honest, it made her hot. She always came when he fucked her, usually more than once.
Holly had given up her old office job. Her performance had dropped off a cliff recently, mainly because she seemed to operate in a daze of sexual daydreams now. Rather than argue about it, she had simply resigned. She'd got a new job flipping burgers in a fast-food restaurant. She found she was able to do that while pleasantly absorbed in thoughts of Connor, Claire and sex. She wasn't in any danger of losing that job, as she was giving regular blowjobs to the store manager to keep him sweet.
Connor had told her to have nothing to do with her old friends and as little to do with family as possible. She had obeyed of course. Anyway, she had new friends. Connor had told her they would be going to the Friday Night Role-playing Games Club again soon. That sounded fun and she was really looking forward to it.
If only it wasn't so hard to think...
*****
The second session
A week later, the group assembled for the second meeting of the Friday Night Club. Brad had made a point of reminding everyone they would resume from where they had got to and the girls in particular should be ready to start where they had left off. Accordingly, Stacey greeted their guests naked, except for wrist and ankle cuffs, chains and slave collar.
It seemed that everyone had got the memo. All four girls were wearing long coats, which when removed revealed them clad exactly like Stacey, save for footwear, which was rapidly discarded.
Cheryl had been excused this. Brad explained that the Innkeeper had arrived to reclaim his kidnapped wife, so her previous non-player character was no longer present. Instead, Cheryl would be playing a different, more important, character later.
Connor noted that Stephen and Claire arrived together. Stephen was keen to point out to everyone that Claire had moved in with him last week and was now officially his girlfriend. Claire said nothing. Connor thought she seemed just as dazed as Holly did these days.
Brad was in a good mood, telling the male players he thought they would enjoy what he had planned tonight, adding that it was likely to be "quite a show."