Thread: With Brother's Guidance [Kiari03 + DOM]

A half-naked young woman weaved down the sidewalk sobbing, her clothes clutched in her arms against her naked bosom. A raven-haired man watched her from the second floor of the house that she came from, a wicked smile distorting his otherwise handome clean-shaven face. He was wearing a pair of faded baggy jeans and a tight tee shirt, sipping a rum and coke as he watched the distressed young woman amble off into the distance. He idly wondered how long it would take her to shake off the shock of his assault enough to realize that she could, and should, put on the clothes that he had thrown at her as she had ran out the door. It was a usual evening for him. He had left the law firm of Margus and Margus and picked up a girl from the university whom he had been grooming through Myspace and whose very nice ass was still in view. He had made an vulgarly ostentatious show of wealth by picking out the most expensive place he was able to afford, and then followed the dinner with a romantic walk through the park behind his house. Once at his home he had tied her up and then sodomized her brutally, intimidated her and finally threw her out for a humiliating walk to the bus stop and then home. Though not muscular, Jim Moglan had a very well developed, well defined physique and between that, his handsome face and the money he made he had no shortage of women. So much so that he had grown increasingly bored and jaded over the years with the ease and availability. He swirled the drink he held in his hand and realized that despite everything, even this wasn't as exciting as it had once been. And excitement was what it was all about. Going back to when he was 11 and getting his ears boxed by his strict, fundamentalist parents for playing cards, continuing until he was 15 and thrown out from his house for coming home drunk after a mild party. He had chafed under his parents restrictive Christian guidelines and it had been a relief when he had been sent to the kids' home. There he met a man who demonstrated to him that there was a wide world of wild, and yet refined excitement to be had in the white collar world. Despite his intellect, Jim had chosen to cheat and intimidate his way through college -and found that those exact skills were what served him well and helped him climb the ladder at the law firm he had been hired at out of school. There were numerous legal geeks who could be bought off to do his research, and many cute young women who could be intimidated into doing his perverse bidding. He turned away from the window and looked at the pile of mail on this table. Mostly bills and junk mail he noticed a very formal attorney letter, which he opened and then staggered back into his chair. His parents were dead, killed, apparently during a car-jacking. They were poor, honest folks further proof for those who need it that honesty is for suckers and had no estate to leave him. Except for his sister, whom he was now the legal guardian of. He remembered her as being a pious, tattling pain in his rear those years ago. She was 7 when he left and so she'd be ...seventeen. That's right, she was 8 years younger than him, and he was 25. He sat down and shook his head. She was almost legal age, maybe he could have her sent off to a private school for a year, or better yet -maybe to a private psychiatric institution. He blinked, wondering where that thought, and the accompanying mental image of a teen girl naked except for a straight jacket came from. No doubt about it -he was bored, but bored or not he had a legal obligation to live up to. He sent off an email to his attorney and made the arrangements necessary to have her flown into town. The house was large enough for her to stay in -while he decided what he'd do with her, at least.