by Writing Shark
Cathy breaks
“Thanks, brother.” On the inside Cathy would love to cry, scream, wail. Outwardly, she smiles at her little brother and picks up the sandwich, bringing it to her mouth. She tastes the warm spit on it and feels the cold stares on her body as she smiles at him. She feels sick but the pain in her stomach and the agony of humiliation are a grain of sand in the desert compared to the pain she felt last night when Ethan left. Briefly, she had thought of calling the police. Or her mom. For almost twenty minutes she had fought the increasingly powerful shocks with which her submissive brain had punished her rebellious body. She had desperately tried to call 911 but it had felt like her whole body was filled with broken glass and in the end she had just pissed herself like a baby and passed out from exhaustion while her brother slept safely next door.
Now it’s morning, she feels like she’s been run over by a tank and tastes her brother’s thick spit on her tongue. Her throat hurts and speaking is difficult and her head is filled with the horrible memory of pain and suffering and, and this shames her so much that she only doesn’t cry because Ethan doesn’t want her to, the satisfying realization that submission means freedom from pain.
“Hurry up with dinner or you’ll miss the first lecture,” her mother says curiously, assuming Cathy snuck out of the house again last night and went partying. Ethan confirmed that, but her mother said it was okay if she went to class today. And that’s what Cathy plans to do. As far away from her brother as possible. The pain comes immediately and makes her stomach cramp. Maybe I should stay here… with him. The pain goes away.
Ethan doesn’t say anything and lets Cathy out of the house, saying he’s going to have fun today, too, and realizing that his mother doesn’t care. Cathy thinks about something else, supporting her brother, but the pain doesn’t come, in this aspect, she is free from him and she takes advantage of it.
An hour later, she is sitting in the large lecture hall listening to the old professor talk about some war that Cathy neither knows nor cares about.
She just enjoys the silence she has in front of Ethan and…
“Hhhmmmmah…”
“Hey, are you okay?” her seatmate asks worriedly. Cathy nods quickly and tries not to think about her brother, about the bad things that make up her life now. It’s hard for her but soon she manages.
“Yes,” she whispers softly. She can’t escape Ethan but she can make sure not to think about him. The thought forms in her mind that the library might be able to help her. So far, she’s only smoked pot there with her fellow students, but now…
“Professor Glasgow, I think Cathy is sick.” The old man looks from the blackboard to her.
“Oh my goodness, Cathy. What’s wrong with you.”
“Nothing,” she gasps. She can’t think about rebellion. “I just need some rest.” And that’s right. Ethan isn’t here. He can’t do anything to her. She can relax and think about something pleasant. Soon the lecture continues and Cathy doesn’t listen to what is being taught. She closes her eyes and relaxes, enjoying the little bit of freedom she has here.
Then her cell phone vibrates in her pocket and she has to pull herself together not to cry.
Show me your cunt, bitch.’
Her heart almost stops and Cathy’s eyes moisten again. Stealthily she looks around the auditorium but it doesn’t help. She feels the cramps coming back and quickly picks up her cell phone.
‘Please Ethan, I’m sitting in the lecture hall.’ She already wants to send the message, but knows it’s useless. ‘Can I please go to the bathroom and show you my cunt there? Please, brother?’ Hyperventilating she stares at her hands and too late she remembers that she could already run out of the room. No, now she has to sit here and wait for her brother to decide about her. And she knows she will obey him, no matter what he tells her to do.
‘Hurry up and go to the bathroom. And then take off all your clothes and send me a video of your whore cunt and cow udders.’
Her first reflex is fear and anger but two days are enough to control it. Her real reaction, fully felt, is relief. Then gratitude.
‘Thank you, Ethan. I’ll be quick and show you my cow body. Thank you for being so kind with your stupid whore sister.’
Cathy literally flies into the narrow stall in the girls’ bathroom at her university. Unfortunately, she is not alone but she does not dream of asking her brother to lower her punishment. With trembling hands, she pulls off her clothes, lets her pants and shirt fall to the floor, and then fishes her cell phone out of her pocket. Before she can really think about it, she is already recording a video. She doesn’t know how to act, tries to guess what a good sister is and realizes that she has no idea.
First, she smiles friendly and affectionately into the camera, wanting to show Ethan that she enjoys being commanded by him. Then the lens moves down while she spreads her legs, slides down on the toilet bowl and presses her bare feet against the walls. Then she holds her cell phone between her spread legs and clumsily tries to zoom in on her labia. Finally, she remembers that her brother wants to see inside her and takes her other hand to present herself to him. Her fingers get covered in her treacherous cunt slime and Cathy accidentally smears some of it over the display as she sends the video.
‘Here you go, brother. I hope you liked your stupid whore sister. I hope you like my stupid cunt. It is all wet for you and I’m nothing without your cock in me.’
Only now she realizes that she is so wet and suppresses a traumatized sob. She is relieved, has no idea what made her wet. Maybe it’s fear, but Cathy thinks, fears, is glad to know that it’s relief that Ethan thinks she’s a good girl for him. Cathy wants to please him.
‘Take a piece of toilet paper, wipe your cunt clean with it, then put it in your mouth and send me a picture.’
‘Okay, brother. Thanks for liking me. Hold on, I’ll be quick…’
And Cathy doesn’t think about what she’s doing. She doesn’t want to be shocked.
As the cheap piece of paper soaks up her cunt juice, she realizes her new truth. She doesn’t think about how horrible everything is. She is not shocked. She just obeys, trying to please her brother. And she gets wet when he is satisfied. She gets wet when she submits to him.
A tear runs down her cheek as she lifts the camera. The wet toilet paper hangs out of her mouth like a white flag of surrender.
She smiles.
From now on, it’s not about resisting Ethan or finding a way out. Cathy has found a way out. She obeys Ethan in everything he tells her to do without thinking of herself. Then she is not in pain. Then she is happy.
Writing Shark 