J. Watson - Sister's Rape Lesson

She didn’t know what day it was when Joe Douglas called her to his room. Brad came for her and he looked somewhat sad. He awakened her from a deep sleep.

“What’s the matter?” she asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the clock.

She had gotten used to getting up around nine and it was barely past five.

“What’s wrong?” she asked again.

“Mr. Douglas wants to see you,” Brad said.

At first she was excited. Joe wanting to see her could only mean that he was horny and be wanted her. She got up and dressed in a pullover robe. She giggled as she thought that she certainly wasn’t giving Joe very much to take off. He would like it better that way.

Then she noticed that Brad was wearing a sad expression, as if he didn’t like his task. He looked a little nervous also.

“What’s the matter, Brad?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said.

He was sad about something but she couldn’t get him to tell her what. She finally quit asking and followed him out of the room in silence. She noticed that Louise’s door was open as she passed the girl’s room.

“Wait, Brad,” she said.

She looked inside Louise’s room and found it empty. The bed was freshly made and didn’t look slept in. She turned a curious expression on Brad.

“Where’s Louise?” she asked.

“Gone,” was all Brad would say.

Brad’s nervousness and sadness caused Tracy to feel a little nervous. She wondered where Louise had gone, and she wondered what was going on. It wasn’t Brad’s way to be sad or apprehensive.

Brad knocked on Mr. Douglas’ door and Joe called for them to come in. Joe was dressed. He stood near his bedroom bar with a drink in his hand.

“Punctual,” he said. “I like that. You may leave, Brad?”

Brad nodded and stepped back out of the room. Tracy felt the wind as he shut the door. There was something very wrong. Even Joe Douglas wore a sad expression.

“Joe,” she said. “Where’s Louise?”

“I sent her away,” Joe said. “She’s gone to work for me in one of my lounges.”

“In one of your lounges?”

She didn’t understand. She remembered what Louise had told her about Joe Douglas’ lounges. The places were fancy cocktail bars with rooms upstairs for the hostess and her gentleman. They were little more than fancy whorehouses.

Tracy told herself that Louise would never go to work in a place like that but she knew that it was true. Joe had sent her away to work in a whorehouse.

“But how could you do that?” Tracy asked. “I thought you liked her. I thought that she meant something to you. I thought that she had been forgiven for her mistake.”

“She was,” Joe said.

“Then why?” Tracy asked. “Why did you make her go there? Why?”

She knew she shouldn’t be talking to him like this. She had actually raised her voice, a thing that would have brought punishment in the past.

But she was concerned about Louise. She had grown close to her in the weeks they’d been together. It seemed so unfair that Louise should be made to work in a whorehouse.

Tracy was having mental pictures of poor Louise taking the men up to her room. Of little Louise having to fuck men for money and doing and taking all sorts of punishment so that Joe could get richer.

It did seem so unfair.

“Why did you force her to go there?” Tracy asked again.

“I didn’t force her,” Joe said. “It was where she wanted to go.”

“I can’t believe that,” Tracy said.

Joe shrugged. “It’s true. She wanted to go there. I gave her a choice of going to work there or going to work in one of my factories. Or of simply leaving. She had earned it. She wanted that kind of work.”

“I can’t believe,” Tracy said, stunned. “I just can’t. Why would she want to do that?”

“Tracy,” he said sadly. “I bring a lot of women here. I teach them how to be women. I teach them how to love a man. Most of them are able to handle it, and now and then a girl panics when I send her away. She had been happy here doing what I want. She wanted a place where she would still be making men happy. Lots of men.”

Tracy finally understood. She saw that Joe was unhappy about Louise choosing the whorehouse. He had been fond of Louise.

“I think I understand,” Tracy said.

“Good,” he smiled. “Now it’s time for you to make your choice.”

“My choice?”

“Yes,” he said. “You see, Tracy, I am also sending you away.”

“Oh no,” she said.

She felt panic clutch at her. Now she knew what Louise had been feeling. She had been very satisfied being here. She would have spent the rest of her life obeying the whims of Joe Douglas. It had made her feel complete as a woman.

Now he was sending her away and she didn’t know if she wanted the outside life. She didn’t know if she could handle the world outside this house.

“I don’t want to go,” she said.

“Of course you don’t,” he smiled. “Very few women do. But you see, I’m getting older and I need excitement to keep stimulating me. When a girl makes me tired then I have to do something about that. I’m afraid that you and Louise were slowly becoming less exciting.”

“I can’t leave,” Tracy said.

“You must, Tracy,” he said. “I’m afraid you have to leave. All of the girls leave sooner or later.”

Tracy felt the color drain from her fate. Her knees felt weak. She sank down to the floor and sat there in a tumbled heap as if all the strength had suddenly been drained from her. She remembered how hard she had tried to escape at first. How stupid she had been. This house was her whole life.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I would.”

He mixed her something and brought it to her. It was very strong. She could feel the alcohol warming her insides and making her feel better.

“I thought you said I was the best you’d ever had,” Tracy moaned.

“You are,” be said. “But I have to go on to others. Other girls who are interesting.”

“But I want to stay,” she insisted.

“My poor Tracy,” he said sympathetically. “I can only give you a choice of what you want to do other than staying here. You may do anything your heart desires.”

“But I do want to stay,” she said.

“Only that I cannot give you,” he said.

She touched his legs, ran her fingers up to where his prick was hidden. She touched the top of his zipper. He put his hand over hers.

“One last time,” she pleaded with him. “Let me suck it one last time.”

“Yes. But first tell me what you have decided. Would you go with Louise or will you go home to Maggie? Your job is still open.”

She almost answered that she wanted to go with Louise. She could already see herself climbing those stairs with all those men. One sexual encounter after another. If would satisfy her.

But something stopped her. Perhaps it was the thought of doing it to make a living. Of being paid for her sex. She couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be as enjoyable. She wanted to do it for the simple reason that she loved it.

“I want to go home to Maggie,” she said.

A broad smile came to Joe’s face.

“Then you understand,” he said. “You understand the joys of sex. You understand that it must be done because you want to do it.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Take off your robe,” he said.

Tracy reached for the top of her robe and stripped it off. She saw him licking his lips with appreciation as he stared down at her body.

“You still have a flawless body,” he said. “Creamy white and perfect.”

“And now I know how to use it,” Tracy said.

He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. He bent his head and kissed the swollen curve of her tittie. He sucked in her nipple and caressed it with his tongue until she began to tremble.