It had been three months since renovations had begun on my house. And while initially it was supposed to be only a small remodel to fix the damage caused by Daphne and her friends, the contractors had discovered some faults in the foundation, and it had extended the renovations. This meant my stay in my brother and his wife's house had been extended as well. I couldn't say I really minded the excuse to prolong my time in the house, and it was of course much more convenient to be living down the hall from Daphne than over an hour away. And I had made damn good use of that opportunity.
I had fucked my niece in every way imaginable in every room of my brother's house. To say I was making the most out of having my own private sex slave, would be an understatement. If my brother and sister-in-law knew the depraved acts I had committed with their daughter, often in their own bed, it would shock them to no end. But then, maybe they would just be glad that at least someone was getting some use of their connubial bed. It had only taken two weeks to ascertain that Cathy and Rob weren't fucking each other, in fact I'd be very surprised to find if they were fucking anyone at all.
My sister-in-law was prim and proper and only seemed to care about the family's reputation and good standing in their community. She put on a good show of being a wife and mother in company, but otherwise it was obvious she could care less about her husband and daughter. She barely spoke to them unless it was in relation to something she had bought them or some social engagement she had committed them to attend. And the only thing my brother paid attention to was his work or his cars. When he wasn't in his office at work or in his study at home, he was in his garage. With absentee parents like hers who only gave her things and not attention, love, discipline or structure, it was no wonder that Daphne had become such a brat and cunt.
Not that any of that bothered me. Their inattention and self-involved behavior made Daphne my perfect victim. And given Cathy's obsession with her social standing and portraying the right image as a good, scandal free, well-to-do family, even if I got caught, they would not turn me in to the police. Cathy would most likely want to sweep it all under the rug and never speak of it again. Especially once she knew about video I had of Daphne with her boyfriend and his friend, or any of the many I had filmed of her being fucked by me or the gang bangs I'd had with her and any number of my acquaintances since that first night. She would die of shame to hear her daughter moaning and screaming like a whore while multiple men had their way with her. No matter how much Daphne begged and pleaded in the beginning of any of these "forced" encounters, she always ended up begging for more cock at the end of them. Cathy would rather force Daphne to stay quiet about the whole affair than admit to the world her daughter was a two bit slut who got off on being raped by her uncle and strangers. And Rob was so henpecked and beat down that he would go along with it.
Once I realized that, I stopped putting sleeping pills in their wine. And I pushed every boundary with Daphne possible. I made it a point to fondle her ass or tweak her nipples every time her parent's backs were turned. I would frequently trap her against objects like the back of the couch, washing machine or any wall while I ground my cock against her ass or cunt. On the rare occasions when we would all sit down to eat as a family, I would sit right beside her at the table, my hand roaming up and down her thigh, cupping her vagina frigging her off while she squirmed and tried to keep quiet. Making sure to apply just the right pressure so that the act was equal parts pain and pleasure.
Her eyes had become haunted and she had become increasingly nervous and jumpy in my presence once she understood that I would no longer wait for the cover of night or when we were alone to sexually harass or molest her. I enjoyed watching her guarded and wary expressions whenever I would come into a room. I controlled what she wore, when she was allowed to go out with her friends, what time she came home, and who she was able to fuck, which was only me, or any of my "friends". Though I had not broken her completely. After that first night when she had just taken what I had done, she would frequently work up the nerve to refuse me, or backtalk me, or disobey my rules.
I was actually glad she still tried to push against the limitations I had set for her though, it would have been too boring if she had just given in. Every time she pushed back or fought against me, I got to live out all my worst fantasies thru her "punishments." However the high I'd been receiving each time I degraded and abused Daphne and bent her to my will wasn't as long lasting as it used to be. I needed more stimulus each time. My lusts were making me brazen and cruel, bringing to the forefront all of my sadistic tendencies. I was giving in to all the darkness and depravity that I had kept locked deep within the recesses of my heart and mind. Now that the monster was out there was no returning to who I was before, I could only accept the change and make the most of it.
Taming and having Daphne wasn't enough anymore. I'd now set my sights on my brother's whole family. The disgust and disdain I felt for Rob and Cathy was even more than the contempt I felt for their daughter. What would it take to break Cathy? How could I wrest the power she had over my brother away from her and to me? What would it feel like to have Rob and his wife under my thumb at my beck and call. I would be the master and they would be my slaves.
I figured that Rob would actually be the easiest to to make fall into my grasp. He was extremely repressed and honestly a complete simpleton. So I set my sights on him first.
It started simply. The day after I made my decision, after Cathy left for her daily trip to their country club, and Rob went to work, I took Daphne lingerie and clothing shopping. I made her model dozens of pairs of crotchless panties and barely there nighties. I bought her a variety of mini skirts and crop tops that accentuated her ample breasts. And I told her she could only wear the things I had bought her from now on. I trashed the clothes she had worn to the shop and made her leave the store wearing a lace bralet, booty shorts and a pair of heels.
The look on her face when we walked out of the store, the shame and embarrassment that were reflected in her eyes as men ogled her on the sidewalk and women looked at her like she was trash, made my cock begin to leak.
I took her to two more store while she was dressed like that, buying things for her and her parents that I would be using on them in the future. She clung to the back of my shirt the whole time, afraid to step to far away given that we were in one of the more seedy part of town. We had passed two fights and a mugging on the way to the last store. The people of the neighborhood were used to seeing me though, I was a frequent customer, and people knew not to mess with me. Once inside I browsed the selection of cameras I would be buying. At one point I actually stepped away, pushing her back so that she bumped into two guys who had been eyeing her..
