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Simon Says
OOC: This is an incest thread with a kinky twist.
Burglar (Simon) breaks into weathly entrepreneur's house to find middle-aged wife and teenage son alone (the husband apparently away on business).
Seeing an opportunity, Simon starts his own brand of 'Simon Says' where he forces the two of them to perform all types of sex under his direction.
Pls note that at the beginning, they will be appalled by the whole idea of having sex together. Only Simon's threat of killing the other makes them go ahead. Even then, there should be a lot of problems (e.g. impotence, dryness, awkwardness, etc...) at first.
Simon himself won't take part in any sexual acts.
I am playing Simon with Messalina as the helpless mother and Evggz the unfortunate son.
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The Intruder
It is after midnight.
He slowly turns the handle and the backdoor swings open.
"Pathetic!" he smirks.
No matter how much money they have, their home security is so cruddy that the most rank amateur can easily break in and steal their valuables.
Stepping in, he closes the door behind him.
He is wearing his nightvision goggles and he can easily see that he is in the kitchen. Having studied the plans of the house, he knows where to go to find the hidden safe where Sir Reinhold Fitzwilliam Fairfax, the owner, keeps his most secret/valuable treasures.
Minutes later, he is standing in front of the large painting depicting an old sea battle. Moving his hands up the frame, he quickly locates the hidden clasp and swings the painting open as if it is a door. As expected, behind it, inset into the wall, is the door to the safe.
How cliche!
Sliding his hand into his jacket, he pulls out a device about the size of a small calculator attaching to wires ending in suckers.
Placing the suckers onto the side of the safe, he switches on the gadget and watch it as it starts to scroll through a series of numbers. One by one, the numbers freezes until a larger number is shown on the read-out.
The combination to the safe.
Keying the numbers in, he soon has the safe open and he starts to rummage inside for one specific item, an item he has been (or will be) handsomely paid for.
Ah! There it is!
He has found it. A small CD.
Suddenly he hears a footstep just outside the door.
Is there someone outside?, he wonders though he knows that tonight. only Fairfax's wife and son are in the house. Fairfax is away on business and the servants are out celebrating the butler's birthday and will be back first thing tomorrow morning.
He hears the sound again and this time the door starts to open.
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11-02-2003, 06:53 PM
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Helene Fairfax
Helene sat in the big over-stuffed chair in her bedroom with her legs curled up under herself reading the latest Tom Clancy. Reinhold was away on business, the servants were out celebrating Jeeves' birthday and Max was in his room doing whatever it was that teenage boys did when they were in their rooms. In short, it was peaceful.
Normally, she would have been at the Historical Society meeting, but Caroline Sedgewick had rung up to say it had been cancelled. Just as well, she thought. Her schedule had been a whirlwind of board meetings and luncheons lately with the holidays fast approaching and plans being made for bazaars and fund-raisers, and she'd been feeling guilty about not spending enough time with Max as it was and she'd always tried to compensate for her Reinhold's absences.
Helene chuckled. If someone had told her eighteen years ago that she would be a pillar of society -- British society at that -- she would have told them to "take another drag man and get over yourself". Eighteen years! Sometimes it seemed like yesterday and others it seemed a century ago.
A budding actress, she'd met Reinhold at a party that a director friend of hers had given. He was looking for backers for his latest flick and had promised her a major role. Well, the role never quite happened though Steven had gotten his funding. She had become pregnant during an affair with the besotted Sir Reinhold Fitzwilliam Fairfax -- and got their son, Maxwell, instead.
Placing her bookmark in the page she just finished, Helene closed it and got up. Maybe she and Max could do something that they hadn't done in a very long time -- popcorn and a movie. She'd go down and make it before calling him. She knew it was late -- after midnight but she knew he'd still be awake and hoped he'd be pleasantly surprised.
Still wearing the pink silk lounging pajamas that she'd put on after realizing she'd be staying in, Helene was making her way to the kitchen when a noise from Reinhold's study caught her attention. What was that boy doing in there? He knew his father didn't like anyone in his private sanctuary.
"Max?" she called out. "Are you in there, Max?"
Not hearing an answer, Helene opened the door and walked into the room.
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The Intruder
Damn! It's Fairfax's wife!
Quickly darting out of her line of sight, he circles round so that he is behind the door.
"Max! Where are you?" she calls as she strides into the room.
Instantly, he is on her.
Grabbing her by the arms and mouth, he feels her freeze. Using the opportunity, he gently kicks the door close.
The moment of shock now passed, she starts to struggle against him but to no avail. Keeping her firmly in his grasp, his hand still over her mouth so she cannot cry out, he guides her over to the couch.
Standing next to it, he snarls into her ear.
"If you don't want me to kill right here, right now, I suggest you sit on the settee and shut up!"
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Helene's cry of alarm was muffled by a huge hand as someone grabbed her roughly from behind. Struggling to free herself, she felt his fetid breath hot against her ear. "If you don't want me to kill you right here, right now, I suggest you sit on the settee and shut up!"
Where was Max? Had he done something to her son? Who was this man? What did he want? Helene stiffened at his words, her own thoughts a jumble as she tried to figure out what she could do next.
The intruder suddenly released his hold on her mouth and gave her a shove that sent her sprawling onto the leather settee. Never taking her eyes from his, she sat up and glared. If he had even touched a hair on Max's head she swore she would...
"Do you know whose house this is? What do you want? Where's Max? What have you done to my son?" Despite his threat, the words just came tumbling out, fueled by a mixture of fear for her son's well-being and indignation at the intrusion into the safe haven of their home.
Sweet heavens! Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned Max at all! What a stupid ass she was. Now he'd know she wasn't alone. Helene's breath caught as she saw the doorknob on the door begin to turn.
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The Son
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Name: Maxwell Reinhold Fairfax II
Age : 18
Description: A very good looking boy who has the same colour hair and eyes of his mother. Just reaching 5'11, his body is slim (not skinny) and is starting to fill out, his face still containing some of his babyish looks that his mother loves so much. He is, however, exceptionally well endowed when aroused (well since his mother has a large bust... ) though he hasn't realised this yet and it is smaller than average when flaccid. Like most kids his age, he mainly dresses in jeans and large t-shirts.
Personality: A nice, quiet lad who likes to keep himself to himself and hasn't many friends.
History: Was named after his great-grandfather, Maxwell Reinhold Fitzwilliam Fairfax the First. He has been brought up in a household where the father is often away and the mother is very protective of him (possibly to compensate for his father's frequent absences). His private school has just broken up and he is home for the summer.
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In his bedroom, Max lays on his bed with his headphones on listening to Victoria Beckham's latest song.
Looking at his watch, he notes that it has been a good five minutes since his mother has called out to say she is leaving.
Good! She must have gone by now!
Jumping off his bed, he grabs his video and heads downstairs.
This has been the first time he has had the house to himself since coming home from school. Now he will be able to play his sex tape on his father's home cinema system without fear of being discovered.
With the silence pervading the house confirming that no-one else is in, he is almost shaking with excitement by the time he reaches the living room door.
He opens it and walks in.
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The Intruder
"W...w...what have you done with Maxwell..." asks Mrs Fairfax.
The door then opens and Max walks in.
"Speaking of the devil.." he says he quickly steps forward, shoving the boy away as, again, he closes the door. This time slamming it.
"Mum?" the boy cries out. "What's going on?"
"Looks like this is turning into a little party." The intruder says he quickly pulls out a pistol and aiming at the pair of them.
"You, kid, go and sit with your mother. NOW!"
The bark sends the boy scurrying around the couch and into his mother's arms.
The man then, with slow measured steps, walks round to a chair that is facing the pair on the couch. He sits down.
Turning on the table lamp besides him, he directs the beam at his prisoners, away from him knowing that all they will be able to see is a shadow. He, on the other hand, can see them very clearly.
"Well. What am I going to do with you two?". He pulls something out of his jacket pocket and starts to screw onto the barrel of his pistol.
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She blinked and squinted as he adjusted the beam of the desklamp to shine in their faces, leaving him a dark silhouette in a chair. Something about not being able to see his face, his eyes. She was afraid for perhaps the first time since encountering him.
Helene wrapped her arms around Max as he joined her on the couch, her eyes fixed at the intruder who was fastening a thick cylinder to the end of a gun. She wasn't stupid -- she knew it was a silencer -- but there was no one within miles who would hear a gun going off. Perhaps he wasn't aware of that and she could use it to their advantage.
"Well. What am I going to do with you two?"
"Just let us go."
His laugh was chilling, raising the little hairs on her arms on her arms and back of her neck. Max moved closer and she gave her son a reassuring squeeze. "It will be okay, Max." she whispered, kissing him on his forehead, never taking her eyes from the dark shape across the room.
"Okay, then. Let my son go. I'll do whatever you like. I can give you money enough to get away. No one will come after you. We will never tell a soul. You have my word."
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The Intruder
Finished fitting the silencer, he watches with amusement the fear on both the mother's and son's faces
"Okay, then. Let my son go. I'll do whatever you like. I can give you money enough to get away. No one will come after you. We will never tell a soul. You have my word." the woman tells him.
He looks at his watch. 12:20am. Plenty of time for some fun before he leaves.
"Relax." he says, smoothly. "I won't hurt either of you. Provided you both do as I say."
The mother nods.
"Kid! Your mother looks like she could do with a drink. So can I, thinking about it. Go and get something from the drink's cabinet for both of us and get something for yourself." he adds. "But no tricks else your mother dies."
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Max
He cannot believe what is happening!
Sitting on the couch in his mother's arms as he watches the intruder fit something on his gun. Max has seen enough spy films not to know what it is.
He's going to kill them?
The thought turns his blood cold.
"Relax." the man says. "I won't hurt either of you. Provided you both do as I say."
He sees his mother nodding her agreement.
"Kid! Your mother looks like she could do with a drink. So can I, thinking about it. Go and get something from the drink's cabinet for both of us and get something for yourself.....but no tricks else your mother dies."
His hearting beating strongly in his chest, Max pulls himself away from his mother's embrace and went to the drinks cabinet. He quickly returns with three glasses filled with white sparkling medium wine.
Gingerly handing one over to the intruder, Max quickly returns to his mother's side on the couch...
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The Intruder
"Ah! That's better!" he smiles as he sips the wine. "Very nice, kid."
Putting the glass on the table, next to the lamp; he places his pistol on his lap, the barrel facing them.
"Right! We, or rather you, are going to play a game. " he tells them. "I take it you both have heard of 'Simon Says'?"
They both nod, their expressions (especially the mother's) showing confusion.
"Good. Now you are going to play my version of it. The rules are simple. Kid, if I tell you to do something, you do it. If not, I will shoot your mother. Mrs Fairfax, if I tell you to do something, you will do it or your son will get shot." He sees their faces getting ever paler as he issues his threats.
"If the two of you play the game willingly, no-one gets hurts. If not, then believe me, I will kill the both of you. It makes no odds to me whether you live or die."
He waits for the words to sink in.
"Do you both understand?"
The two of them nod slowly.
"Good! Now let's get started:
Simon Says: Finish your drinks."
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Wondering where he was going with the game, she peered at the shadowy silhouette of the gunman who held them hostage. There was no other way of saying it -- she and Max were hostages and it was frighteningly obvious that it would take more than a few seemingly acquiescent words and a whole lot of fancy footwork to convince him he'd be better off leaving them be. And in the meantime...
Helene smiled encouragingly at Max and squeezed his hand. Wine. What she needed was a stiff shot of bourbon -- or ten. Well there'd be plenty of time for bourbon later. And there would be a later. Holding up her glass in a mock toast, she took a long, deep drink before setting the glass down on the table beside the settee.
One glass of wine was not going to affect her or impair her judgment or reactions. She did, however, wonder if it would affect his. She could only hope.
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Max
Max sits there trembling, his hand tightly enclosed in his mother's
When the man tells them to drink their wine, he watches his mother swallow the contents of the glass and quickly follows suit. It almost makes him choke as he feels the burning liquid slide down his throat.
Gasping, he puts the glass on the floor.
"Not used to your drink eh, Kid?" laughs the man.
Anger flares up in the boy, causing his body to tremble. Anger at being laughed at. Anger at him for breaking into their home and threatening them, especially his mother. Anger at being so helpless.
He feels his mother hugging gently, trying to reassure him as if possibly sensing his inner turmoil.
"Never mind. Now, Kid, how about showing us the video you brought with you."
His seething anger suddenly evaporates. He just sits there, not saying a word.
"Oh come on, Kid. It's only a video. What harm is there showing it to us?" the man says, sounding almost friendly.
Max reaches for it.
"Come on, Kid. I haven't all day." The harsh tone suddenly back.
"Please do it." says his mother.
Having no choice, he throw the video across the room to land at the man's feet.
He watches with some trepidation as the man picks it up and opens the plain casing.
"Now let's see.......'Best of Interracial III'. Hmmmm. Not exactly your typical cartoon is it, kid?"
Unable to face his mother, Max pulls away from her as the man continues.
"Let me guess. You thought your Mommy had gone out and you thought you could come down to your Dad's study which has a projector TV and jack off to porn tapes?"
The boy feels the blood drain from him as he hears the man telling them both exactly what he had been planning.
"You should see the look on your mother's face, kid." The man says, laughing. "I don't think she expected her 'little boy' to do things like that. Isn't that right, mommy?"
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Helene hadn't noticed that Max even had a video with him when he came into the room. She smiled inwardly at first, thinking that the synchronicity was nice -- after all, she had intended to make popcorn and call him down to watch one with her. Before...
Frankly, she didn't understand Max's reluctance to show the man she was beginning to think of as Simon the tape. What harm would it do? "Please do it," she said quietly. It just wasn't worth him being hurt over a lousy movie.
Max tossed the video in Simon's direction, which he obviously caught by the sound of it. She wondered if it was the last Harry Potter or the second Matrix, both were out and she hadn't seen either. Given her druthers, she would have chosen one of those to watch tonight.
Simon's voice startled her from the mundane thoughts she was having despite their situation. "Let's see... Best of Interracial III. Hmmm. Not exactly your typical cartoon is it, kid?"
He had to be saying that to taunt her, but when she felt Max stiffen and move slightly away from her, Helene knew that Simon was serious. About the title of the movie, at least.
Simon kept on, spewing ugly insinuations that she struggled to shut out. Helene wasn't stupid or naive, but what mother wants to know that their child is sexual? And to realize that he was masturbating. She tried to hide her feelings, placing her hand gently on her son's knee and giving it a squeeze.
It was probably the same way Max would feel -- if he thought about it at all -- about her having sex with his father. Okay, maybe not often. Rarely, in fact. But even so. The thought of that must be just... yuck.
As for Helene, she didn't want to think of her son that way at all. Period. To her, Max would always and only be her little boy. Besides, maybe it belonged to one of his mates and he'd borrowed it out of curiosity. There was always that possibility.
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The Intruder
He throws the tape at the boy.
"Simon Says: Play the tape."
He grins at the sick expression on the kid's face.
He looks like he's gonna be sick!
But the boy does not move. The grin fades.
"Now!" he snaps.
Slowly, visibly shaking, the boy gets up and takes the video over to the projector/VCR. Switching both of them on, he feeds the tape into the video recorder and presses play button.
"And get your mother and yourself some more glasses of wine." as an image is projected against a whitewashed wall painted that way specifically for that purpose.
The boy returns to the couch with the two glasses and they just have enough time to down them (at the behest of the intruder) before the credits starts.
Since he can see his captives quite clearly by the light of the screen, he dims the lamp.
"Now, Mrs Fairfax. I want you to see exactly the type of films your son likes."
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