Blackwood: To Take and Be Taken (Mr Incognito and Wingshadow)

[Wingshadow]

Susan Blackwood sat at her desk, piles of textbooks sprawled around her both on the desk and on the floor all around her in a similar manner as a flower which had pages as its petals and herself at its center. Her left finger took a brief pause from flipping pages in the book before her as she reached up and pushed up on her glasses, her right hand scribbling down an endless string of notes while her eye scanned each line...

In the room just one door over lay the older sister, named Anne Blackwood, who rested her head on her arms was she kicked her legs in a lazy manner and half-heatedly considered what she should prepare for dinner that afternoon. Unlike her admittedly odd sister, she was much more engaged in life outside the house and would often hang out with friends after collage while generally managing to keep a low enough profile while at home to avoid her brother. It wasn't that they had a poor relationship, but she would rather not have him involved with her friends nor interact on anything but a merely superficial level.

Outside her window lay the landscape of a rather nondescript neighborhood where the people were kind but kept to themselves for the most part. It was the sort of community one might find anywhere, but in this particular case it happened to be in southern California. What mattered wasn't where the three siblings happened to live, but rather the changes in their relationships which would soon surround and entrap them, in more ways than one.

The biggest change for them so far, in fact, had been when the two sisters had moved into their brother's house. While they had been living separately (or at home with their parents) prior to this arrangement, they found it much more economically savvy for the three of them to share this small three-bedroom house where Anne was within traveling distance to her part-time job and they could all attend school/collage with relative ease.

What neither of the sisters could have possibly considered at this point is that the greatest source of change would stem from their own brother... Whose intentions would reveal themselves to be anything but pure.

Anne let out a groan and rolled off her bed, heading downstairs to put some water into a saucepan to start preparing spaghetti for them to eat. It was not what she would have liked to eat, but given that she had little idea about her brother's preferences when it came to food she felt she could confidently prepare pasta in the very least and not have to worry about complaints.

Susan remained riveted in her studies... As if she were discovering the latest and greatest discovery in all of science by herself and wished to document every detail of the endeavor for future generations to enjoy.

 

[Mr Incognito]

Richard Blackwood sat on the couch in his living room, idly flipping channels. His foot tapped nervously of it's on accord, his fingers twitched. His face was calm, but his body language told a different story. He was anxious, nervous about something. Even after he finally settled on some program (which he wasn't really watching) the symptoms continued.

He had moved out of the house a little more then a year ago to get away, to claim his independence. The house he had found was small but cozy, livable. He had found a good work at home job as a programmer, and had been living comfortably....and alone. Being a social introvert, he had never been one for social outings. His taste in porn had not helped; it skewed his vision of reality, and he discovered that his likings were darker and darker. And then his sisters had come into his life.


He did not dislike his sisters. In fact, he loved them very much, which was why he had allowed them to live with him. But them being here meant he no longer had privacy. It had made him anxious and twitchy at times, because every time he looked at them, he felt something dark inside him grow. He caught himself admiring their bodies and curves, picturing them in situations that were unspeakable.

Recently, it had gotten to the point where Richard could take no more. He had made up his mind; his sisters had to be enslaved. How he had arrived at this radical conclusion would baffle the ordinary person, but Richard was unstable. He could no longer view them as family, but as fully grown, sexualized women...and his view on women was very dark and twisted.

For now, however, he waited for his chance, and pretended everything was perfectly normal....

 

[Wingshadow]

Anne did not have the slightest clue what Richard had brewing within the dark confines of his mind. Rather, she happened to be much more interested in measuring out the proper proportion of pasta to sauce and setting the table. She hurried about to stir the pot and pass out plates for each of them, only then noticing the program Richard had chosen.

"Why do people even watch that show?" Anne remarked, not expecting anyone in particular to give her a reply, "the writing is trash and the acting is lame... Its like listening to grade-school kids talk about trading card games."

Regardless of how Richard would reply, or even if he would reply at all, Anne stepped over to the hall and called, "Susan, dinner is ready. Wash up, and be sure to do it this time because I'm not gonna buy it if you tell me you forgot again."

A shuffling sound came from the direction of Susan's room as her door opened and the silent philosopher exited her domain. She glanced over at her brother briefly before taking her seat, serving herself a glob before Anne could stop her.

"Susan... You should take smaller servings," Anne sighed.

Susan blinked and looked up at her older sister, a long string of spaghetti trailing down her face to the plate. Susan's plain, expressionless glances annoyed Anne to no end, and she highly suspected that Anne knew this and acted accordingly just to spite her.

"Whatever," Anne rolled her eyes and picked up her own plate after finishing then headed back to her room, "One of you two do the clean up... and make sure to properly rack the dishes into the dishwasher this time... Jeez, I'm sounding more and more like mother every day."

She closed the door to her room then flopped back down onto her bed, feeling irritated that she was the only one that was acting responsible. Sure, she wanted to slack off and laze around all day too, but she knew she couldn't get away with it.

Susan, meanwhile, was finishing up her meal as well and would probably start on the dishes by herself if Richard didn't do anything about it. Such was how most days passed in the Blackwood household, but would not be the case on this particular day nor ever after. No, Richard was going to do something... Something that would change the way things went from then on.

 

[Mr Incognito]

Richard got up from his spot of the sofa when he heard Anne say that dinner was ready. He thanked her for cooking, even if he wouldn't admit he wasn't in the mood for pasta; it was a cooked meal, a rare occasion unless Anne did it in this house. He wasn't a cook, and Susan was more concerned about other things. He smiled as he wondered if she'd make as good a cook once he broke her? He couldn't wait to find out. He'd had enough of waiting. Today would be the day that Richard fulfilled his dark desires of being a master...by enslaving his own two sisters. And he'd start with Susan, who had her back turned to him doing the dishes.

Quietly as he could, Richard slowly produced a bottle of chloroform from his pocket, along with a rag, which he carefully doused as he crept toward her, trying not to catch her attention as she washed the dishes. Then, he struck like lightning; one hand with the rag clamped over her mouth to silence her and to let the chloroform take effect and knock her out. His other arm held wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her side. His grip was firm and hard, not wanting her to escape.

 

[Wingshadow]

Susan did not suspect a thing, being too preoccupied with washing to even notice her brother sneaking up behind her with the most devious of intentions. Just as she set down a plate and reached for another one, Susan's eyes widened, feeling someone clasp a rag over mouth and hold her arms to her sides. She dropped the sponge she was using to clean off the dishes, landing against the ground with a silent splat and a trail of suds running down her arm as she fell limply in his arms. She had no strength to resist him, even if he had not knocked her out with chloroform, and quickly succumbed to him.