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4 The Van punishment

... that there were twin pistols and holsters in the glove box. That the switch just under the dash board would recess the gas and brake pedals all the way to the floor and allow the van to be driven by hand, gas and brake now buttons on the steering wheel. That the bed had a hidden compartment under the bed big enough for two live girls or three dead ones. He knew that it was the van that made him confident enough to give orders that he never would have considered last night. He knew it was the van that gave him confidence enough to even know what his pleasure was. He knew it was the van that was the power behind his new ability to control others. What he didn't know was, was the van controlling him? He thought of something horrible to tell the new girl to do, then willed himself not to tell her to do it. The compulsion to speak grew in his mind, but he was able to force it back and held his tongue. It left him a bit mentally strained, but he resolved to strengthen that part of him. Sitting inside the van and driving made it easier to exert his own will, he found. He drove back to Mrs. Bailey's house and brought them all inside. After two solid hours in the van, there wasn't an ounce of resistance left in the married woman. “Now, what's your name, your sister's name, and how much money is in that bag?” he asked the girl, once they were all back inside and seated in the living room. “I'm Sarah Humphrey, and my sister's name is Heather, sir.” she told him. “There's thirty seven ...

... thousand, eight hundred and fifty dollars in that bad. I'm supposed to call Master Brad when it gets to fifty thousand. That's my punishment.” “What did you do wrong?” asked Mrs. Bailey, a little fearfully. There was more money in that bag than she'd ever seen in her life, and it wasn't enough? “I'm fucking asking the questions here!” Brian roared at the woman. He could feel a ball of rage in his heart, rage that belonged to the van, and he willed it away. This was much harder than doing it in the van had been, and watching Brian stifle obvious emotions scared the four women more than anything he could have said or done. “Your punishment just doubled again. Please don't anger me further.” “Yes sir.” she whispered, thoroughly cowed. “I'm sorry, sir.” “UN-forgiven.” he told her, then looked at the girl again. “Would you like to go upstairs and take a shower? I'm very sure that Rebecca will help you pick out some clothes to wear. She's even going to give you her prettiest underwear, even though she's never worn it. Both of you come back down here dressed in her nicest clothes. You're both little, so I'm pretty sure that the fit will be close enough.” He smiled sweetly at them and dismissed them with a wave. “Thank you, sir.” Sarah looked happy enough to cry as she followed Rebecca back up the stairs. “And that leaves me with you.' he said, looking at Mrs. Bailey. “I need someone to show my sister how to suck cock properly, and since you were unwilling to help me have my first ...