Reborn to be Better Ch 2._(0)

Jason Fremont sat on his bed, watching his sister “sleep” on the bed. She wasn’t sleeping, not really, he knew. Instead she was laying still, trying to sleep, with her arms secured to either side of the bed, and her legs strapped to the ends, he knew she wasn’t comfortable enough for any actual rest.

Instead she was lying down and attempting to recover from the days…activities. Jason knew she was exhausted, probably more tired in this moment than she had ever been in her entire life. Despite her attempt at sleep, Jason knew he could use this new state she was in. He watched her naked form, breathing deeply, desperately clawing at the idea of sleep, while the headphones attached to her ears blocked off all noise.

All noise except for some soothing ocean noise, with his name being repeated on a loop in the background. These casual, relaxing sounds were punctuated by sharp shrills that would pierce her ears at odd intervals, startling her back to wakefulness.

Eventually he knew that he would have to let her actually sleep, but when that happened he wanted to make sure she had chosen the right place to sleep. At his feet like a dog. Always ready for his next command. But to achieve this, he had to be careful, the slightest misstep and he would be sent to jail, probably for the rest of his life. But if he played his cards right, if everything went perfectly, he would have his sister as his willing, and enthusiastic slave, and maybe more than his sister too.

Jason went up to his sister’s room and retrieved her laptop, he first needed to sever anything that could cause someone to come looking for his sister, and a thorough scan through her email gave him a great deal of what he needed. He found a work schedule for a job she’d apparently just gotten, and after a fairly scathing email, his sister had successfully quit her job.

Checking his watch, he saw his sister had been laying down in her conditioning for about 2-3 hours. He pulled out his sister’s phone, his phone now, he supposed, and checked his plan for what had to be the hundredth time. After she reached the 4 hour mark of rest his sister would be about 24 hours with out any actual rest.

He had read a great deal on sleep deprivation, and he knew how deeply this was going to affect her. More than food, more than water, this would hurt her, scar her, change her fundamentally.

She would beg him in a haze to suck his cock, to let him fuck her ass against the living room window or however he wanted her, all for just a 10 minute nap. But she was 24 hours in, and had another 24 hours to go. 48 hours with no sleep, and having been pushed to her limits physically and emotionally and he knew she would be perfect.

This type of conditioning wasn’t perfect, he knew, and it would take several, sessions, as he was thinking of calling them, before he got exactly what he wanted. His watch beeped, alerting him that it was time, and he started heading downstairs.

Opening the door, he saw her lying there, covered in sweat, naked as the day she was born, and bearing marks all over her legs, belly and he knew her back and ass.