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The Domination of Amy -- Contains Incest (Lord Animus & Karixia)

Logan could only smile when Amy held that cum-stained rag in her mouth even though she was physically free to spit it out. It was a good sign; a very good sign that Amy would be rewarded for. Keeping true to his earlier promises that good girls were rewarded for their obedience, Logan knelt down for just a moment and pulled a bottle of water out of the bag that he had carried out with him. He unscrewed the cap and held it up toward Amy's lips.

Now that the bag was open there were a few things that could be visible inside. There was a long black... leash? There were also two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs - one black and one pink. There was certainly more in the bag, but those were the items that were on top. Luckily, Amy seamed pretty out of it. Logan doubted that she would resist anything that he wanted.

"You must be thirsty," he said in a tender and caring tone. "You can spit that rag out now and have a drink."
 
She saw the bottle of water like it was the last bottle of water in a long long desert. Without being asked to Amy spat the drag off before opening her mouth to get some of the water inside her mouth. Being very dry the water was very welcomed. She drank it all up as quickly as she could afraid that he would take it away. She was weak but that helped a bit, her eyes were able to focus on the things that were inside the bag. Amy groaned and looked at him on his eyes, “ please… let me off… I need to go to the bathroom…”.

She has been resisting for all of the eight hours and she thought that she was going to blow up. Her stomach was about to blow up if she did not went to pee soon. She looked up at the color of her hands as they changed to more of a purple color now, her arm were asleep and so were her legs which was not good at all, she would not have control over her body or even be able to stand up.
 
"We'll get you down in a moment," Logan said as he knelt back down and began to dig around in the bag for a moment. The item that he was looking for was found at the bottom of the bag and as he stood up to display it, there was a smirk upon his lips. It was a black collar with small metal pads on the inside lining - like a freakin' dog collar! He was going to make her wear a collar!? Oh, it got worse, as Logan explained while displaying the accessory.

"This is going to be one of the things that we're going to use while you're still in training," Logan said as he moved forward to wrap the leather strap around his sister's neck and adjust it to the proper size. The metal pads were cold against her neck... why would you put such things on the inside of a collar? That question was answered immediately as Logan continued.

"This is a shock collar and if you ever try to escape, I will push the button on my keyring and drop you where you stand. Do you understand?"
 
She looked at the collar and could not even make a sound as it was attached around her neck and fitted it snugly. She could feel the metal rods touching her skin behind the collar which made her look at him with a blank expression as her question was answered. With this thing on she would not even be able to leave the house unless he was either unconscious or somehow she could get to the keys before him. Everything was turning out for the worst as she continued to softly cry while waiting on him to take action and get her out from he bindings.
 
The funny thing about your run of the mill dog collars is that they are extremely easy for anything with thumbs to remove. Even with her hands cuffed, Amy would easily be able to just remove the collar to allow her escape. It was a problem that Logan had already planned for. Once the collar was around Amy's neck, Logan knelt back down and pulled two more items from the bag. The first was the most obvious - the black pair of 'love cuffs' that Amy had seen in the bag moments before. The other was a very small padlock like the one that you might lock up a luggage bag with. That padlock was the final seal to Amy's captivity as it clicked around the clasp of the collar.

Once the collar was locked, Logan placed those black handcuffs around Amy's wrists and, at last, he began to untie the ropes that had been holding her in place. Amy's brother embraced her as he untied her. While his left hand worked the rope, his right wrapped around her body to help support her. He knew that Amy's legs were probably going to be asleep after all of this and the last thing that he wanted was for his new slave to crash to the floor and hurt herself.
 
Amy was out of it, she had no idea how her arms were keeping her up by that moment without them breaking or injuring herself. She looked at the faint glimmer from the padlock and moments later the collar was attached to her neck without the possibility of her getting free. The next thing that she saw him getting was the cuffs which he placed around her wrists, the good thing about the cuffs were that they had a mechanism for release however she wasn’t really paying attention at that moment.

Her eyes looked down to the floor as the rope around her wrists were finally cut free and she just dropped on top of her brothers arms. She could not even lift herself off due to her hands and feet being asleep. Dropping on top of him did nothing for her pride, he already had seen her naked and even saw her most sensitive places which was why she wasn't that bothered about covering herself anymore, not with him.
 
After a few moments, Amy was finally free of the rope and Logan was holding her up almost exclusively by himself. Amy's legs would wake up on their own now that she was free, but until then she was completely dependent on her brother to even get back out of the garage. Knowing this, Logan scooped Amy up to carry her. He held her with one hand under her back and the other arm underneath of her knees as she lie cradled in his arms naked as the day that she was born.

"I'm sorry for leaving you like that, Amy," Logan said as he carried Amy back into the house and toward the bathroom that she had asked to use, "but I could not trust that you would not run. Now I do not have to worry about that, do I? You're trapped with me now and, eventually, you will learn to accept my love. Perhaps we'll even find that love inside of you as well. The next three months will be hard, I will not lie... I know that you will make me do many things that I do not want to do. I will have to treasure the rare times that you do not resist me."

Once they pair had reached the restroom, Logan went to put Amy down. Her legs would be shaky for sure, but she should be able to stand on her own now. Since the bathroom did not have any windows, Logan was not worried about her going in by herself. These were the only times that Amy would have any privacy for the next three months.
 
Amy looked at him as he carried her like she was an infant, he was strong which made her wonder how would she get out of there to begin with. He was mentally fucked up she knew that very well however how deep his love was for her? It was still a mystery. That feeling, that sentiment could do great and powerful things but at the same time could do horrible things, a person with an obsession so deep could go as far as to kill the one he loved just because that person did not gave the feelings back.

Amy was afraid, very afraid of what her own brother could do to her. She was trapped like a rat in a maze, the secret was finding a way of getting out of that maze. Her feet touched the ground and instantly she had to hold herself with the sink until she could stand on her own two feet again. She closed the door behind her and looked around, this was the bathroom without a window making her curse under her breath. Walking to the toilet she sat down and did her stuff before standing up and cleaning herself. She looked around for something to use on the padlock but found nothing, he had cleaned even the bathroom.

Flushing down the toilet she sighed and prepared herself for what was about to come. Opening the door she looked at him and then looked away. “You don’t have the right to do this to me… I cannot believe my own brother is kidnapping me… I will never love you again, whatever ounce of love I had for you is now gone. I curse you, I hate you, I despise you… I wish you were never born…I will get out and when I do you will learn the true meaning of love from guys in the prison as they make you their bitch”.
 
"Is that so? Let's take a look at your bedroom before you go making such wild claims, shall we?" Logan retorted with a smirk as he reached out to grab Amy by the arm. He then began to guide her back through the house toward her bedroom, scolding her as he did so. "I am growing quite tired of your sharp tongue, my dear baby sister. I think that I have been more than tolerable thus far, but I will not continue to allow you to speak to me like this. Since you seem so entertained by the thought of me being someone's bitch, maybe it is time that I teach you your place as mine."

When the pair reached Amy's bedroom, the door was open and she would have been able to see all of the modifications that her brother had made. Of course, Logan was pretty intent on taking advantage of Amy's weakened state while he could now that she had decided to bring her spirit back into a defiant front that her body could not match. She didn't have much time to admire her brother's redecorating before she was pulled over to her bed and all but thrown down on the mattress.

"Lie on your back," Logan commanded. "Lie down and put your hands over your head."
 
Amy knew that if she did not do what he ordered her to do she would be in trouble, he still had the remote for the collar which would shock her if she went over the line. She knew that she was playing over the line with him as soon as she noticed how angry he was at her. Her room was totally changed bars on the windows and the door was changed as well to a steel one that she could not possibly escape from. All of her stuff were taken away and she noticed this was more of a prison cell than anything.

She shook his head at his order, “How could you change my room like this? How could you even dare touch anything in my room!”. She hated her brother at that moment, the stuff that she had guarded were gone now and replaced with this… prison.
 
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