"I wish that as part of tradition, all of a woman's limbs were removed on their 18th birthday."
Zoe's limbs instantly vanished. She dropped onto the floor and without arms to balance herself she painfully hit the back of her head on the bathroom floor. Zoe instinctively wanted to reach for any of her missing limbs but as she didn't have any arms with which to do so she simply wiggled her stumps as the full scale of her mutilation hit her. Helpless as she was now, Zoe could do nothing but scream at the top of her lungs.
Jon simply wished that the bathroom was soundproof and waited until his sister ran out of breath.
As her screams turned into panting and sobbing, Zoe saw her brother approach. She desperately tried to get away from him, trying to crawl with her stumps. But simply touching the floor with them gave her sharp jolts of pain, and she didn't manage to move more than a few inches before her brother grabbed her by the stomach. He picked her up from the floor and then lifted her dress. "No! Stop!" Zoe cried, but Jon simply ignored her. He wanted to see his handiwork.
Zoe's 18th birthday had been only a month ago so her dismemberment was fresh. Rather than being smooth skin, the ends of her leg stumps were a mess of scar tissue and stitches. Her shoulder stumps likely looked the same but he didn't want to untie her dress, whose sleeves were now tied into a pair of cute knots. Jon then realized why his sister had protested earlier and decided to give her a taste of what was to come.
Zoe's brother suddenly stopped looking under her panties and locked eyes with her. He brought a finger against her panties between her mound and started to move it back and forth. Unable to stop it and unwilling to look her brother in the eyes while he pleasured her, Zoe closed her eyes and turned her head. But the molestation went on until a tear rolled down her cheek. As soon as her brother noticed Zoe crying, he licked up her tear with his gross tongue, pulling up her cheek, touching her eyelid and leaving a trail of saliva.
"You like that, sister dear?"
Zoe shook her head.
"Well that is too bad, because you're getting a lot more where that came from."
"I wish that on their 18th birthday women were given to a man as a wife, and that you were married off to me as a last resort because no man found your personality appealing. I wish women got a tattoo that conveyed ownership." Zoe felt her skin burn as the words "Property of Jon Mason" appeared on her neck.
"I also wish that women were treated more like possessions than people. And I wish that there were thrice as many women on the planet and polygamy was normal, in case I want to own more brides than just you."
With a big grin on his face, Jon thought of what he'd do to his sister next...