Storiesonline.net ------- Sherry's Therapy (Redux) by Amanda Serve Copyright© 2011 by Amanda Serve ------- Description: The woeful tale of a teenage girl who receives 'therapy' for her wanton ways. She is kept as a 'family pet', shamed and humbled in the process. This is the first story I ever wrote. If you enjoy this story contrast it to my Family Feud series. Codes: mf Mf ff non-con reluc coer Blkm slave inc bro sis fath D/S lght humil sad enem exhib doct ------- ------- Chapter 1 When I was sixteen I started a chain of events that eventually led to the way things are now. I suppose I should give you the background and just tell you as it happened, or you'll never believe me. I didn't ask for this, really. It all started when I had been caught "shoplifting" at a local department store. I hadn't really shoplifted anything, but there I was with a few of my friends from school when a security guard stopped me. He told everyone that I had stolen some things, and had to go with him. My friends looked at me like I had just stabbed them in the hearts. None of us would ever dream of doing anything like that, I had money on me. I tried to deny it, but he and the store manager made me go to the office. My expression of total shock and surprise should have at least convinced my friends I was innocent, but I think we are all pretty good actresses and so perhaps they thought it was just to protect myself. They searched my purse and found some jewelry ... now how it got in there, I had no idea at the time. Turns out my little brother Scottie had planted it on me. At the time I was so stunned, and with my friends looking at me, I was now turning beet red. By this time, the transformation of shock to embarrassment was complete, by now, I must have looked pretty guilty. The guard and manager threatened me with going to jail, but agreed to let me out of it, if I signed a complete confession, and agreed to come back to the store and work like five hours of "service". Well, given the alternatives and how depressing it would be for my parents to find out, I took the only option I thought I had, and signed the paper. This was probably the first mistake I made. So my friends didn't even want to walk with me to my house. That evening for supper, Scottie kept grinning at me, and I think he was pretty sure of himself. Later the next day, on my bed was a copy of that stupid signed confession. It also listed about ten things I didn't steal, some from the ADULTS only section (sort of like a poor persons Fredericks of Hollywood section, they call it "Alberts of Tunica". The stuff on the list included some condoms, K-Y jelly, anal beads, and stuff like that. I couldn't'' believe or even at that time had no idea what they were! There were also several pairs of really expensive panties and outfits. I read the terms of the confession, as I sat open mouthed, unbelieving on the bed. This is not what I remember signing, but I don't think I even really read it over. It looked like a standard, generic form when I was in the office. I had no way of knowing this other stuff would be here, I was more in disbelief than really trying to figure out how it had even got on my bed in the first place. Then Scottie opened my door without knocking. I turned my face at him in disgust the way I normally do, when he shows up uninvited (Which as any of you know who have younger brothers, is almost all the time!). I started to tell him to get his perverted creepy little heiney out of my room, but I noticed he wasn't flinching the way he normally did when I went off on him. In fact, he looked like he was expecting it, and I instantly knew who had put the copy on my bed. I suppose I should give you some background about my creepy thirteen year old brother. He is thirteen, and really he is my half brother from my father's first marriage. He is a total dork, and he loves to watch all the most juvenile TV shows like Beavis and Butthead, Howard Stern and E's! "Wild On", at the same time I know he also watches Cartoons like "He-man" and "GI Joe" so he is a not only a total dork but he is also a horn dog. I had never CAUGHT him spying on me (but there were times when I had wondered although until this very moment in time, they were really harmless suspicions). I felt really safe in my room, which I consider my sanctuary. The place where I am surrounded by everything I like, it's decorated in pink/purple with all my trophies and posters and even my own TV. I have always felt that it was the safest place for me in the house. Now here was Scottie acting like he owned it. We have always had a sort of 'game' we played. It was very simple. if one of us had some dish on the other, we would make a simple bet. It was nothing sexual, just kind of risky. We always held up our end of the bet, even though Scottie is a terrible cheater (I hated to play Monopoly with him!). I wasn't that into the bets, but Scottie loved the chance to get one over on me. I did like to beat at his own games, and I have to admit I won my share of bets when were younger. We had not played that often now that we were getting older. A good example though was about three months before this. I had gotten a really bad grade on a lab report at school, and Scottie knew that I had lied to my parents about why I had gotten the bad grade. I probably would have just got in trouble with my parents, and maybe made to quit the part-time job I had, it wasn't any big deal. Well I did win the bet, and made Scottie keep his mouth shut. The bet was if I could sneak a beer out of the fridge and take it up to his room without Dad finding out. If I hadn't made it, well then not only would Scottie have told about my lie to cover up my bad grades, but then I would have gotten busted for stealing a beer. As it turns out, my dad never figured it out. Scottie got to drink a beer and feel important, and everyone was happy. Harmless fun. Well this time, he had brought a little bottle of vodka with him. He said "It's simple Sherry, all you have to do is drink this bottle tonight and no one finds out about your confession, But if you can't finish the bottle YOU have to put the confession up on the fridge under a magnet for mom and dad to see in the morning.". This seemed pretty easy, I had been to a few parties and while I hadn't really drank liquor, I knew kids that did and they didn't seem all that experienced. Well the alternative was that Stink-boy would go ahead and bust me, and so I agreed. After all, it was Friday night, and no school in the morning. And basically, while I am no party girl or whatever, I was curious about the vodka. I started drinking the sour, disgusting stuff It wasn't very easy, but I choked it all down. This was probably my second mistake. It had already started to affect me by the time I had finished, and Scottie looked disappointed, but tore up the copy of the confession, and left. I think he left Dad's car keys in my room on my trophy case (I had been a star on the Swim team, and I enjoyed track and some other sports.). However they got there, I made a really foolish decision. I decided to drive Dad's car. I just had a learners permit, and loaded on vodka ... well you can guess what happened? When I woke up, I was covered in mud and muck, and the car was totaled. The red-light siren of a police man's car was flashing in my eyes, and my dad was cursing and pacing around the car. My Dad is an Ex-marine, and he works odd-jobs, usually get-rich quick plans (schemes). While my Mom works as a Secretary at my school and brings home the money to pay the bills. I should also mention I have an 11 year old Sister named Tina, but she comes into this later. I wasn't seriously hurt, by my Dad took me home without even getting me cleaned up by the Ambulance guys. He didn't say a word all the way home, but I knew he was really pissed. When I got home, my Dad found his birthday present box from my mom unwrapped in my room, who would have thought my mom had planned on giving him a bottle of expensive vodka? Then he found the pieces of the confession in my waste paper basket. Well, I was pretty scared. Scottie came in and acted all concerned for my welfare. He said "Look Sis, looks like you got into a little trouble ... sorry to hear that. Dad is real pissed, he is talking about sending you away to an All-girls Academy!". Now I was definitely no nympho, but I liked to flirt with boys at my old school, and according to some of the other girls I was a terrible 'tease', but that's just my friendly nature. The idea of going to an all-girls reform school or whatever, really didn't appeal to me in the least. "So, I gotta another deal for you..." Well as soon as I hear those words, I curled up my lips into a frown, because whenever Scottie says some thing like that, you can be sure it's more a deal for him, than for you! "If you win the bet, I'll go downstairs and explain that I gave you the bottle of Vodka, and try to take dad's blame off you." Now Scottie isn't the world's greatest actor, but he is a pretty good liar. It really looked like he meant it, though. "So what do I have to do if I lose?" I asked with a knowing, but excited expression. I was glad for any chance to get out of this trouble. This was definitely world-ending trouble compared to anything I had ever dreamed of doing in the past! He just said "well first, you gotta hear the bet. This is pretty serious, and I'd be risking a whole lot to save your neck ... so I think I should get something out of this?" He paused to let me nod impatiently at his question. It was almost as if he was trying to think of what the bet would be, because he hadn't thought he'd get this far. Normally I don't have a lot of patience for his conniving, but today I was going to be up in my room for quite a while. He took a breath and said "Hear me out" holding up his hands for me to listen. I sat with arms folded, patiently waiting. "You gotta go to the down stairs bathroom.and, leave the door open. Sit on the toilet, and you gotta do your business. Don't flush either so I can make sure you went.and that's it if Mom and Dad don't say anything, then you win." Well this was totally gross. I said "You sick-o" narrowing my eyes at him, but at the same time calculating the odds in my head. The bathroom is set off the front room, and Mom and Dad were no where near that area talking about what to do with me in the Den. It'd be pretty much like going to the bathroom alone, no one would see me, I just had to leave a door open. I figured he'd fall over with disbelief when I agreed. He wasn't shocked though, and he said "and it better be ENOUGH in there, or I am not going to go along with it.now, if you lose well" I hadn't thought of that. What if Lost? "Well that means Mom or Dad finds you in there your going to explain that you didn't have enough time to shut the door, and your going to STAND up to wipe your butt.say something about how you saw on MTV that in france, everyone uses a communal bathroom..." Well, that was enough to make me change my mind right there. I mean, if Mom or Dad saw me like that, they'd probably go nuts. So I through in my own little clause to the bet. "You can't go down there and tell them I am in there, or anything like that if you do the bets totally off!" He grudgingly agreed, I could tell that in his little blackheart that must have been his plan, because he seemed very disappointed. I was smiling because I had turned the tables on him, or at least so I thought I had gained a victory, in the process I had agreed to do what would turn out to be my third mistake. So I glided down stairs wondering if he meant poop? At first I thought he just meant peepee, but now I was thinking about the words "Better be enough in there". "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" should have entered my mind, but I did not have time for that. My adrenalin was pumping, my belly was turning somersaults. I was wearing a simple tank-top and some purple shorts, it's always pretty casual around my house, and most of us even go barefooted all the time. I was like a Ninja, carefully passing the Den hallway, listening to make sure they were in their discussing me and my punishment. They were and as I passed them, I am sure I could hear something like "Criminal? You really think so?" and then "Dr. Schwartz suggests we see him" I knew they were planning some serious stuff for what must seem like their out of control teen, having wrecked the car, gotten drunk, stolen a birthday present and unwrapped it, and shoplifted (especially if they pieced together the sex toys put on the shoplifting list). Basically I felt like my ass was going to be grass for a while! I opened the bathroom door, and with a wrinkle of my nose, pulled down my shorts and sat on the toilet. It felt kinda fun to be trying to do this. I wouldn't admit that to my dorky brother, because I would never have heard the end of it. Still, if this had been the end of things, I think I would have chalked this up to yet another harmless little bet. As you had guessed, this was not to be the end of things. I was busy concentrating, and didn't even hear my mom approach. If it had been my dad, I don't think I could have gone through with it, but having already done my business, and thinking how gross Scottie was to actually want to come in and look at it. The question as to whether it had been poop or pee was no longer an issue, with all the somersaults my stomach had been twisting I HAD to wipe! (Without getting too much more graphic at this stage in the story, I am sure you can use your imagination). My mom came around the corner in a huff, I stood up, almost more from surprise of her walking in on me, and began to wipe. I couldn't look her straight in the eye. She asked me why I hadn't shut the door, and I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "In france, they do it all the time" being clever I quickly added another reference that popped into my mind..."and also in vogue, they said to do like this..." I think my mom could tell I was full of it. She just narrowed her eyes at me, and said "well, this aint france Little miss" I had finished wiping my butt, and did it really quick. Then without thinking I flushed. I knew at that moment, that I had just LOST the bet completely. I was hoping Scottie would have some mercy on me. She shooed me out of the bathroom, and I could tell she was debating on telling Dad or not. She really didn't like to see him hit the roof, any more than any of us did. Scottie didn't have any mercy when I finally got back up stairs. I pleaded with him, and said that since I had done it all the way, I should get partial credit. He laughed. I hated feeling like he had some power over me. He was definitely dad's favorite, and always got the lion share of birthday presents, and almost never got in trouble when he did something as bad as me. It really would have been easy for him to shift some of the blame from me. "alright, alright all you have to do is." He put his finger in his mouth thinking."Play me a game of Monopoly. The first person to get 2000 dollars or put the other out of business wins!" well, I told you before he is a worthless cheat at board games, so even when he promised not to cheat, I was not really even listening. "And if you win, well I'll go ahead and try to take as much blame as I can. I can't get you off the hook for the bathroom thing" which, was what I wanted him to do. "all you have to do is, For every five hundred I win over you, you remove one thing of clothes AND you can buy it back at the end of the game" well, I only had four things on, a sports bra, tank top, panties and shorts so that didn't seem very good, in 2000 dollars I'd be naked. I said "You freaking perv, you really want to see your OWN sister naked?" For the first time in quite a long time, I think I saw him say something honestly. He just said "yes". As grossed as I was, I was intrigued by this complex little system he had worked out. "So, we lock the door and if mom or Dad knock, you can always get dressed.but if I win all four of your clothes from you, and win the game, then you'll let me get a real good look at you for fifteen minutes, pose anyway I tell you to?." I think I was caught up with the betting spirit and said "FIVE minutes". He agreed, but added that if that was the case, that unless mom and Dad say something, I can't wear any bra ... and had to keep on that tank top for the rest of evening win or lose. This would be crazy, because that tank top was very shear, and there was no way I was going to get away with something like that, my boobs would show up so clearly, that it'd be like not wearing anything. I am not a total prude and had seen girls at the mall like that, though and so I agreed. Figuring he was starting with 500$ and I had up to 2000$. As he was not going to strip he could not pull out any more money, so to win, all I had to do was get 500 bucks (in monopoly) from him and whatever he managed to get from me. Whenever you play the Devil's game with the Devil himself, you are going to lose. Such is the case with Scottie and Monopoly. I EVEN had Park place, But he owned hotels on all the slum properties, and those green ones and yellow ones near the go to jail part, so even if you didn't go to jail you pay rent to "Scottie Rockefeller". So, my little doggie piece landed on Baltic Avenue for the last time, and I had been down to my panties. I couldn't' believe it. He was even taking his time after I had taken off my bra, I knew he couldn't believe he was getting his wish and seeing my nipples. To me it was no big deal, they are just like boys nipples, only they are on some puffed out flesh ... Whats the big deal? Still they were mine and he WANTED to see them, so naturally I didn't want him to look. When he had me down to Bra and Panties, I felt like just quitting then, and taking whatever punishment that I had coming. However, a bet is a bet. If anything I have always felt that I should honor my commitments even though, Scottie was definitely getting a bargain just seeing me down to those two skimpy pieces. When he reached 1500 dollars, and he said "Ok, now the bra " it was almost like he was encouraging me to save the last as my panties. I almost felt like surprising him and removing them first I knew when I had about 75 bucks to my name and he had 1500 that it was inevitable that I would lose. Somehow I thought it was just a matter of time before he landed on one of my properties. I popped open the snap to my bra, and at first held it in place between my armpits, just to see him start to whine, then let it drop off. He had a look of total satisfaction. I think he HAD to have been spying on me, because as hard up as he must be, he acted pretty calm to see my bare nipples. It wasn't long before I had reached my last mortgage, and sure enough he had me dead to rights. He started to suggest an alternative to me taking off my panties, but I had a feeling whatever it was, was going to be another trick, so I shushed him, and removed the panties. I did it from lying on the floor, sitting up. This way he couldn't really get much of a show, just my brown-curly pubic hair. I felt so ridiculous, like somehow I should be screaming at him, but it was easy to just pretend he wasn't there. I had lost 2000$ in less than a half an hour of playing. "So, get on all fours like your doggie piece!" was his first order, as he started timing things.I had lost fair and square, it just wasn't my day! In fact I was going to have bad luck for a long time to come. Well, I had sort of agreed to this, but I hadn't imagined how horrified I would feel when he made me go through with it, on all fours. I reluctantly did what he said, took my time. After all he had said in any position he wanted, but he hadn't told me I had to jump up and do it right away. I think he was enjoying it just the same it was more the idea that he had won a pretty big victory over me. I was vowing to myself to NEVER play monopoly with him again, -CLICK-That's when I heard my dad at the door. He didn't give me enough time to even turn my head the door wasn't locked. There I was, on all fours with my heiney exposed to my nasty brother who had ALL his clothes on. He looked up at his dad and said "I was TRYING to play monopoly with her, but she insisted on showing me all THIS..." and he gestured to me like I was garbage. It's just like him, but he hadn't agreed to take any blame, if I was walked in on after the lost bet and well he wasn't. This REALLY, REALLY looked bad. I was frozen with fear, I could almost feel my poo hole pucker up! and since I was so frozen, I kept my little butt right in place. I could see the veins on my dad's neck pop out as he grabbed me up by arm "What the hell do you think you are doing? COME ON." Kicking my legs, I knew that I had really put my foot in it... ------- Chapter 2 My dad carried me, my arms and legs dangling wildly, as he jerked me downstairs. I must have seemed like one blur of pale-naked flesh, as he sort of spun me around. I think he was just acting on impulse and once he had me half-way downstairs, kept shaking me around to keep his anger level up, so he didn't change his mind and make me put on some clothes. I was totally nekked and over his shoulder, butt in the air and my head hanging down his back like a sack of sugar! Whatever his reason, there I was in the den before, mom, dad, god and everybody naked. (Well really mom and dad, but that's how it felt Scottie wasn't allowed to watch this). He started to go off on me, and was shouting obscenities at me, and telling me "HOW DARE YOU CORRUPT YOUR BROTHER!" "WHERE DID YOU LEARN THIS FROM? HUH, HUH?" and "DON'T THINK I DIDN'T HEAR ABOUT HOW YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN YOU TOOK A SHIT YOUR MOTHER SAID YOU DON'T EVEN HARDLY WIPE THAT FILTHY ASS OF YOURS." It was all really a blur, with his finger in my face, and him grabbing me by the square of the jaw and turning my head from side to side to look at him, while I cringed in a chair. He had to send mom out of the room, and I think she was glad to get away from him, because he was so stressed, and frustrated that he was yelling at her too. Not like he was accusing me, but almost like he was trying to find blame in everyone (except good-old Scottie, who as far as he was concerned had been innocent in this whole thing). Then it was the hardest spanking I had ever got, he just rolled me over in one fluid motion, and pounded my ass so hard. At first it was more like punches, instead of swats when I screamed out, he settled down into more slaps, but it wasn't much better. Each time he hammered down and squished my butt cheek down to the bone almost Dad didn't make me count, or any of that formalized stuff. IT was just plain, old-fashioned, brutal spanking. I was sweating when he finished, and lying flat on my stomach, my stomach muscles were so tight, I felt like I couldn't even breathe almost. I knew my butt would probably be PURPLE, and there were times when even he stopped and paused. I am not sure if he was wondering if this was too hard, or just catching his breath. Anytime I could, I used my hands to try to defend my butt, but he just pushed my arms roughly forward and caused me to lose my balance. Well after about twenty or so of these half swats-half punches, he wasn't done, he jerked me up by my neck and stared me in the eyes, narrowed them at me, and said "Sit up and don't hide. Oh hell Sherry don't try and hide yourself you weren't hiding before!" I think he was angry I had tried to defend my heiney from his swings with my hands but I really hadn't had time to cover myself with my hands, everything had happened so fast. I swallowed hard, and sat right in the chair again. Keeping my hands at my side. Biting my lip and trying not to make eye contact. Dad is persistent, and he made me look at him. He said "well, for one damned thing Your grounded for at least three fucking months" I could see he didn't want to say 'fucking', it sort of made his punishment sound less serious, and I know he was trying to seem in control. I was shaking and just standing there bare assed, and trying to brace myself, as he continued "You won't go any damned where, unless I know about it and QUIT SMILING!" he motioned to backhand at me. I wasn't smiling, but it was important for him to see me do SOMETHING, so I looked more serious now keep in mind, at this point my blood was racing, my heart was pounding, and my ass was throbbing, in fact all my muscles had sort of strained during that spanking/beating it was like I just tightened up every muscle in my body I had at one time. I was probably covered in my own sweat. "Susan!" he called for my mom, who had been waiting outside. She came in arms folded. She was surprised to see me still just standing their naked, but recovered quickly. He shook his finger at me" You're going to do ALL the housework from now on." And to my mother he said "and you better make sure you don't lift a single finger around here, unless your just showing her how to do something if I found out you did some housework" he didn't finish the sentence. She just looked at him, with a stare that seemed to put him back on track to me. "That's all for now.you'll learn you can't do this kind of stuff.but just to teach you a lesson, your going to march upstairs just like you are and when you wake up tomorrow at 6am, you can get dressed not a moment sooner and by god, if Scottie sees you walk past his door naked, I'll give you a REAL ass whooping." With that I was dismissed, and I heard them talk about sending me to see Dr Swartz the psychologist tomorrow, to see what he thought 'could be done', I listened for a moment more, then not wanting to get caught buzzing around their door, I skated up to bed Scottie had gone to sleep, and Tina was fast asleep, hadn't even heard the commotion. At first, I was not sure he wanted me to stay naked BUT make sure my brother could not see me, as if I had some control over that, but the more I thought about the more I could kind of see why he did this, I guess he figured that if I was some sort of closet exhibitionist, then going to bed naked would be more of a punishment then getting dressed, because then it wouldn't seem 'fun' or 'exciting'. The thing is, I wasn't one and being naked never seemed more un-fun. I guess this was like when you catch a kid smoking a cigarette and you make him smoke a whole carton at one time. That wasn't going to be the end of that night though. I felt a tug of my shoulder as my brother woke me up. I drifted out of what was probably a good dream, and saw him standing over me with this 'eat shit' grin of his. I tugged my comforter over my chest, and he yanked it back to uncover me naked. "Dad said to get you out of bed.JUST as you are come on!" At first I thought he was lying, just to get me to run down stairs behind him naked. That's something he would do. Then I realized he didn't know I went to bed like this, and it was probably true. Still trying to cling to the blanket, I got up as he switched on the lights. He yanked it from me. "Seriously, Dad said to take you down like you are you can go with that blanket if you want, but he'll be pissed!". Well, naturally I didn't believe him. Dad had NEVER done anything like this, and this was a perfect chance for me to embarrass myself by going along with him. So of course I wrapped myself in the blanket, not wanting to take too much of a chance, but be covered. He shrugged and said "Suit yourself!" When we got downstairs, I almost turned around half-way down the stairs, because I thought this was most definitely a trick. All the lights were on, and Dad's poker buddies were all sitting around in the living room, hanging out and drinking beer. My dad saw my pink blanket, and said "Hey, get down here this instant." So I came downstairs slowly, and cautiously. Scottie was right behind me. "Boy, take that damned blanket off her, like you were told c'mon now Sherry you didn't mind showing him earlier, in fact you insisted on it!". Scottie pulled it off me like a magician removes a table-cloth from a table full of dishes. The 'swoop' of the blanket, brought cold air across my bare chest. I put my hands defensively across my boobs and suzi. "Quit wasting time. There's been a little change of plans to your punishment. You're going to come down and stand in the middle of this god-damned " he paused to compose himself "living room and listen to everything we have to say." Well Mom wasn't there, so I was wondering who he meant by "we". Surely he wasn't talking about Scottie or his poker buddies (who had a mixture of disbelief, smiles, and horror on their faces, I had grown up knowing most of them). That was the only ones I saw in the room. Walking like a condemned prisoner to the gallows. I kept my head down, and his four poker buddies kinda laughed to themselves but my Dad Hushed them. There was Paul, a heavy set redneck guy who runs a garage, David who enjoys hunting with my father, Albert (an Ex-Cop, he was also a JV Football Coach at School, he put Scottie on the team, but Scottie never actually played much. he just wasn't the 'jock type.). The Last guy was Doctor Bob, a veterinarian and one of my dad's oldest buddys from his old Marine Unit. Doctor Bob is a heavy man, who keeps his head totally shaved bald, and wears a beard. He kind of looks like a Grizzled 'Dwarf' from a cover of one of those ridiculous Fantasy AD&D games that Scottie played with his geekboy friends. It was pretty clear; I was expected to stand in the middle of the living room, with all the lights in the house sort of centered on me. Right in front of the TV. At least the game was on, to sort of distract them. He said "You know the boy's right? Well I told them." he stopped and said "now get your hands off yourself. keep them to your sides no, I don't care if you do or don't want to " in response to my silent expression begging not to be like this, but what else choice did I have? "Keep them to your side! Pretending to hide your little tits with your arms isn't going to fool anybody, we all know its just a chance to touch them." Doing as he said I could see all their eyes go straight towards my suzi. Even my Fathers, and he KNEW I knew so he said "Dammit girl, the first thing you're going to do tomorrow is shave off all that hair down there makes you look like a grown woman. These guys can't stop looking!" which was a verbal cue in the tone of his voice for them to quit staring. I realized at that moment, that something had really changed, and that my father had a plan far worse than any of Scottie's on his mind. He sat their drinking his Budweiser, and looked like he was thinking of how to say what all he wanted. I could see how frustrated he was, after all he had just lost his car, his vodka, and he thought I was sex-crazy. He finally spoke up, "Well I told the guys about everything YOU have done, and that me and your Mom were going to take you to these psychologists and stuff.LOOK AT ME!" I adjusted my head back up, I was tired and pretty ashamed standing there like an idiot. "Doctor Bob and I served in Bangkok for a while, and he says that he can save me the cost of sending you to an overpriced therapist, something he learned from a doctor over there. He is SURE his methods going to work. At first, your mother and I weren't going to go for it, but once you hear it, well. Hell you've got very little choice; you're in our custody. It's called aversion therapy. You're going to still do all the housework and chores from before plus, you're going to follow a few house rules. Every morning new ones will be posted on the fridge you'll have to go there and read them. I'll have your mom set out what you're going to wear to school on the kitchen table, so you can get dressed down there.oh yeah, that's right hon, you're not going to wear clothes at home, unless I allow it. so get used to being naked.I don't care if we have a dinner party and sixty people come over, your going to parade around butt-naked and if they ask you why, your NOT going to tell them about this therapy. You're a good little liar, you'll have to make SOMETHING up, but you sure as hell won't give out any details of this, because if you do, I promise you girl, your life will get much, much worse!" "And IF you get caught pretending to cover your body with your hands in an attempt to masturbate. Well then" he paused. I don't think he really knew WHAT he'd do, or if he really thought I was trying to touch myself for pleasure and not just as a natural reflex. He was almost stalling, but he did not finish the "rules". "Now get me a beer!" I went quickly to get him a beer out of the fridge, and I could hear them sort of snickering and snorting. They knew I was afraid. When I got to the kitchen, I half wanted to just jump right out the backdoor and start running. How far would I get butt naked? When I opened the fridge, there was a 6 pack of beer, and on a platter was a Polaroid camera, with a note that said "bring this". I did what it said, and when I came back out. Dad popped the top to his beer, and handed the Camera to his buddy David. I could see Scottie reach for it, but my dad just smacked his hand out of the way. "Now, get up on the coffee table like before, and let us have a look we'll just be taking a few photo's for each of the guys as souvenirs, and to show they were witnesses to this. And in the mean time you listen to the rest of the house rules you don't follow one, and" he hadn't thought it out that far, that's' what I thought. "Well, I wouldn't want to be you!" Climbing up on the coffee table, on all fours like he asked, a tear rolling down my cheek. I was in the same position that Dad had originally found me in when I was in Scotties room. David widened my leg, and took the first snap shot. Dad had Scottie writing down a lot of the rules, and the header to it went something like "I Sherry Nettles agree to this of my own free will, and feel as though this therapy is necessary for my mental health. I admit that I am not well, and that's the first step to my recovery as a thief, drunk, and sexaholic." I would have to sign it later. My Dad set his cold beer just under my right nipple, I think he did it on purpose, it chilled me. Took my mind off what the guys were looking at. "First off, you're going to call all of us Master. Master David, Master Paul all that shit. You're going to even call Scottie that." As I drew in breath he said "I haven't figured out what you'll call your Mom and Tina, but your even going to call our damned Dog 'Master Rusty'" (just so that you can avoid the obvious, Rusty is a GIRL-Dog!!!!) The guys grunted approval at that. Doctor Bob, suggested "Mistress" but my Father thought that sounded a little too 'artsy-fartsy'. So they settled on me calling them both Ma'ams. Now my sister is four years younger than me! They explained that the punishment I was going to receive was really going to be good for me. My dad, put the remote on my back, as he talked explaining that I would be learning a lot, too. Get prepared for the real world, having to work and have responsibility." Doctor Bob assured him, that when I was done I would never again cause him any trouble. "For the next ninety days, you're going to be family property you're not a family member anymore, you're like the car, or the yard or something." He explained. "If you have learned your lesson, and done what you're supposed to, then you'll be off probation, until then, we'll make the rules, and you'll follow them. That's really no different than ever before, it's just now well I am going to get a whole lot strict on you" Scottie added a line from a movie "Get medieval on her ass, Dad!" The guys laughed, but my dad shushed Scottie and continued "but it's for your own good! of course you don't have to sign the admission form, when I explain all this to you I can enroll you in the Biltmore Reform school, it's out in Montana and the laws out there, are a lot less strict as they are here I doubt you'd like it and it'd be a lot longer than ninety days besides, we'd miss you." I could hear my father flapping one of the Polaroids so it would dry "Here Paul, for the shop". "Your little mud flap got clean since the last time we talked, I guess you play with it too, because you sure don't know how to wipe!" he laughed and added "I don't have a problem with the boys taking these pictures with them, since Doc Bob says you'd end up in Internet Porno websites anyway at this rate." "She could get in Playboy" commented "Master" Paul, but "Master Albert" added "well maybe penthouse, but not a feature. She's too skinny" and they almost all added "and too young!" at the same time, chuckling like this was a good-old fashioned joke or something. I groaned, what was I going to do? These ridiculous Polaroid's would probably show up again to cause me a lot of problems. I was sleepy, and didn't really even believe it. "every day when you get home from school, you'll get naked unless that is, you're going to your job. I see you got some community hours to do at the department store, and we'll get to that later!" he sounded very disappointed, but I think he was thankful for another excuse to be so cruel. ------- Chapter 3 Doctor Bob stopped my dad before he got into his big lecture and made adjustments to the way I was positioned. I could barely hold myself there, my legs were shaking the way teeth chatter when you are cold. "Nerves! She knows she is guilty, good. Soon she will know this is for her own good" He said as he slapped my thigh I could hear them whisper about the purple mottling on my ass cheeks and how my dad had really spanked my ass something severe, but there was not as much concern in their voice for my pain, it was more of their disappointment in the bruises ruining their view of a "tender, tight, young, ass of a nymphomaniac". Doctor Bob all the while, made sure my feet were perfectly spread apart, me on all fours on our coffee table. He sort of used the blade of his hand to pop my knees and elbows so I was hunkered down, instead of being so rigid. Then holding my mouth and chin with both hands opened my mouth, and proceeded to pour some beer in my mouth. I could tell my Dad was shocked, but Doctor bob said "Don't swallow. When your father is all done telling you the rules, if you spit it all back out into this glass, then you'll be able to go to bed. IF you drink, even a single drop of that warm-flat-cheap ass beer your father serves" he was teasing my dad, but it sort of riled him up further "Then, I guess we know you have an alcohol problem, and that you did not take your current situation so seriously! and well." He said scratching his stubbly chin, as if he hadn't really thought out his punishment but kinda wanted to pour warm beer in my mouth for kicks.in fact after I learned more about him, I am sure that's what it was, but at the time it seemed like a dramatic pause. "I think if you need to be put off alcohol, we'll just have to make you drink a case or two before bed time and hell, me and the boys here will pour it in your mouth for you and if you don't drink it fast enough we'll pour it in whatever else you got that's handy!" he said happy to have come up with something nasty, spur of the moment. He slapped my butt cheek so hard it made it shake. I was starting to wish they would hit some other part of me, if only to spare my butt! I could not believe how that leap of logic worked. I should have been wishing they would not hit me at all. He was kind of laughing at his own idea. I just froze there, afraid that some of the beer was already dripping down my throat. It was very sour, even if I had wanted to drink, this stuff was pretty nasty. No wonder my dad was angry if this is all he had to drink. My guess was that this was one that had been sitting out for a while, and at least the ones they had were cold. I could tell my father was impressed with Doctor Bob's decision. He was silent for a moment then started in. "First off, I don't like to see you ass cheeks shake like that I am sure you like to shake them for all of us, and try to get us all horny and whatever." Nothing was farther from the truth, and the look on my face with my eyebrows arched up, should have clearly told him that I had no intention of 'seducing' anyone. "Every day, you'll get up on the coffee table like this any time anyone that we decide is one of your masters says 'ATTEN-SHUN'" he barked in a military style "Then they'll spank your ass till they get tired you just stay up there on all fours just like this, till they tell you to get down. Anything they do to you, you just thank them for THAT"S RIGHT, THANK THEM FOR IT! I WANT YOU" he quieted down a little as he strained to keep his voice level "I want you to put on that little actress bit your doing now, except this time I want you to pretend you just can't wait to get swatted and if I find out you didn't, I'll come around and really do it a lot harder than tonight!!!" I nearly swallowed that horrible beer a little was leaking down my chin, there wasn't much I could do about it. I could HEAR them grinning when it splatted a little dribble down my neckline and onto the dirty coffee table that he named "The Perch". Even if I had something to say, I couldn't for fear of slobbering all the beer out! "when we are all done, you won't want to shake your ass like THAT again!" but I wasn't shaking it. "And, I am going to change what you eat I am through feeding you top-choice food you'll eat after we are all done getting served. And your cooking better DAMN-SIGHT IMPROVE!" "Come to think of it, you'll get table-scraps ... Master Rusty here will take your place at the dinner table, and you'll face away from the table on your hands and knees eating out of a doggy dish Scottie here will make sure you don't use your hands for any of that." "You oughta lose some weight that way " which was pretty cruel of him, "The worse part of your girly physique is that jiggly behind of yours, lil' miss..." he was talking like some kind of Army Drill Sergeant, and flapping my rear end for effect, sort of making it ripple "So, that's just what we'll see." "Hopefully you won't put us off our food, having to stare at your nasty little 'doo-doo' hole at each and every meal." He was saying that last part real mean and sarcastic, I don't know where he got 'doo-doo' from, I hadn't said that since I was six. I could not believe they were serious. I just knew mom would put a stop to it when and if they really forced me to do all this. Doctor Bob was whispering, and I think he was telling my Dad some other ideas he had, but my Dad just murmured 'later'. At the same time David was creeping his fingers up my behind. I could feel him lightly tapping along the peach fuzz of my inner cheek. To ascared to do anything. I nearly jumped when he plunged a finger into my suzi. My dad slapped his hand away. Then there was a big silence. I was turning red. I think in my Dads mind, there was at this stage his friends were going to participate, but they had better not like it. After all, he was still my dad and my "protector" and so he had yet to establish his barriers or comfort levels with all of this, it was all on impulse, of that I am sure. Doctor Bob pulled out some Red and Green M&M's that we had for the holidays and said "Hey, I know you are teasing Dave..." he warned ME, then holding me open with two fingers, he put a few of the M&M's inside me. I was stunned that this was being allowed to go on. Dad added from behind me where I could not see him "Let's see how cute you think this is now.just teasing him, all puckering your butterholes for him you know David has been my friend for quite a few years, how do you think this makes ME feel?" he said. "You stink girl when I get you down to the office, I'll have to put something in there to take care of the moisture." I was daring myself to get up and run, when I felt the first finger reach in and dig out a tiny M&M. My dad was silent and then said "Okay, next rule whenever someone puts something in your hand and says 'Load', you're to get it ALL up your nasty puss." He stopped himself, and I think he was about to come up with a term that sounded nicer, but finished "hell with it, your stanky pussy. Get on all fours, on the perch if it's at home and be ready to be used as a serving platter.if you run out of space, we'll open a extra hole." The guys started laughing. You sure don't do a good job of keeping anything in your mouth!" as streaks of the yellow foamy beer began pooling out the sides of my mouth, when my head dropped down a bit. Doctor Bob observed, as he talked about ways to open me up wider.I couldn't believe it. He was laughing not to worry about 'that little patch of hair will be gone tomorrow course you might want to have her pluck out those few wild bootie-hairs she has down there.maybe next weekend when the family reunion...". Scottie the deranged little perv was trying to get M&M's when they were all gone, and reaching up in me on purpose he kept begging dad to put a few up my nose, and in my ears. It was at that point I swallowed all the Beer. I panicked. I tried to secretly saliva up as much as I could, while continued.they pecked at my suzi like a chicken pecks at corn, and filled me up again with Candy every now and then while they chatted and talked of rules. I think once they used something else, but I wasn't sure what. Its amazing that less than 15 minutes before they started packing my puss with candy, my dad had an issue with them touching my bottom. This was really starting to evolve right there and I was not sure anyone knew how this would really end. All I could tell was that Scottie was holding my stare anytime I dared look at him. The reason I say Suzi is very simple, the next rule, was that I'd get my mouth washed out with soap or whatever was handy and I couldn't believe he was serious, but judging from the way they dipped my suzi like I was Mcnugget sauce, I knew he was, if I was caught cursing or using bad words or even being impolite. They were writing down my new "Vocabulary" that I would be using, and I had to call a Pussy a "Suzi", "Boobs" were now "Boobies", but he didn't really call nipples anything, "Bootie" was a butt and I going to the bathroom was right-out it was going "potty", "poo-poo" and "doodie" was allowed but I would not want to say them in public, even if this was going to be the new rule! Farting was called "Poot" but he didn't have a rule against me saying fart I think he was actually trying to seem 'fair' in how he made these rules up, and be 'lenient'. I was also supposed to thank my 'Masters' for everything. This was all part of Doctor Bob's master plan of aversion therapy (or so they said). "You won't be dressing up like a whore any more.well, you will, but just not an expensive one like you think you are but Tina and your mom or even Scottie will be doing your makeup on days when your supposed to be all done up like a five dollar whore." I nearly groaned I had a mouthful of spit now ready in case they checked. "Otherwise you're going to have that nasty asscrack and pussy of yours painted up with makeup nail polish prolly that way you won't REALLY be naked running around here.she'll have to do those fat-nipples of yours too." He gave them a hard pinch, like when you turn a radio dial..."you been playing with these to get them so fat?" he asked me twice, each time I shook my head no. "Jesus, you're like a freakin moo-cow, it's a wonder you don't have udders instead of these mosquito bites with the big fat nipples" he let go as roughly as he had grabbed them. Roughly he pushed my head up to look him in the face. "Probably taping them with duct tape and peeling it off again to get them fat like this, huh?" He seemed to be asking Doctor Bob..."well, I guess you might as well keep doing that, see how bad that can be to have nipples that stick out of anything you wear Scottie make a note to help your sister with that, at least six or seven times at bed time" "You had enough? You learned your lesson?" I thought right there he was letting me go with what was already amounting to slavery, much more extreme than any therapy or restriction. I nodded that I had, and he said "alright, let's see if you didn't drink any beer." In an almost reassuring voice, ready to end tonight's nightmare and perhaps have just scared me, forgetting this ever happened! (Maybe I wished!) I was actually cheerful when I opened my mouth to let him see, but he just acted disgusted and said "no you stupid slut spit it into the glass" I realized how gross this was going to be, as I opened my mouth and let it fall out, slowly. A strand of the spit hanging from my lip. My dad even more frustrated pulled the string of spit off my lip and looked at the glass "hell, this isn't even half full." They all sort of complained at one time, and clamored. Somehow I actually felt guilty, like I had done something wrong. As I stared down at my own spit In the glass Scottie Dropped a penny into it"I say we let her go ahead and drink it?" They were quiet, then they all suddenly agreed. My dad said "well, we sure as hell aren't letting her out of her restriction now..." "Drink the whole thing without spitting it up, including the penny, and we'll let you go ahead and get dressed..." my eyes lit up for a hint that this was over "You don't get off restriction of course, but you can sleep in your own bed tonight.no sheets of course" he said "of course", like it would be plainly cheating if he let me have covers sheesh. I was looking at the penny, wondering if it would make choke. Scottie continued in his mocking way, "course Dad, we gotta make It interesting I mean she did down an entire fifth." He corrected himself "or whatever you call that size of bottle of your vodka maybe if she does gag on it ... she has to like." He was thinking when Dad finished it for him... My father looked at the glass and said "If she tries to fake us out by pretending to choke on that, then she can spend the rest of the night drinking the dregs from the beers of her Masters" To this day, I have no idea what a dreg is. The idea was widely accepted by the men in the room, with Doctor Bob making fake vow to watch how much backwash he'd leave for me. The glass was at my lips I had pumped myself into drinking it down, after all, it was only my own spit, right? But no, the little shit Scottie had to throw in a penny that had been god-knows-where in his crotch. He probably jerked on it . The idea of it revolted me so thoroughly, that I shuddered, all naked under the cool A/C vent in the front room, and that, with your dad standing over you "Well whore, drink up and go off to bed if you want the night over. If you don't drink it, we'll all know that you really aren't done showing your cow-ass down here and we can go all night like this!!" It seemed like too much, but I took the whole penny and swallowed it. I didn't want them to think that I wasn't trying, I mean I was so confused. In a way I wanted to 'show them' to prove that I wasn't going to let this all bother me. Just a few days ago I was a popular girl at school leading a normal life, now I was three holes on display with my father and brother treating me like a candy dish. I smiled after I did it, and that earned me a hard slap on one boob causing it to sway and hit the other. They rocked back and forth as my dad glared. "Fine then. All right guys, drink up, eat up, and give Her what you don't want, then you can go to bed. Obviously you swallowed that penny because you accept that you need therapy and that's the first step, right, Sherry?" Asked Doctor Bob in a serious tone, I shook my head yes, which I really didn't want to do, but I felt I had no choice. I lost count how many M&M's went in and out of my suzi or how many beer cans littered my back and Balanced on my calves. Doctor Bob spent a lot of time with a finger rubbing my pooterhole, telling me it "seemed dirty" to him, and asking if me if I had regular "poo-poo" and laughing at me, in the way someone laughs at a silly five year old child. I just tried to block it all out. . As the beers flowed I heard several of the 'Masters talking about getting my dad out of the room and just plain raping me, fortunately (or unfortunately) dad wouldn't leave, intent on being there to watch my 'therapy' and maybe, deep down, he knew what his buddies really wanted. He kept telling himself this would cure me. That's what he kept saying to himself over and over, candy in my suzi would cure me... Meanwhile, Master creep Scottie must have eaten a pound of candy, most of them in and out of my suzie. I focused on getting even with him in some way, perhaps at least wishing the candy gave him a tummy ache! Honestly, if I could have farted or something on him, I would have. He was so disgusting for doing this to me. I was really feeling like a victim, but half like I was at fault for not standing up and telling them all to go to hell. What was compelling me, besides years of having authority figures like these know what is 'best' for me, to do this? I have no idea. Shame, fear, intimidation - I am certain they were videotaping this whole thing. I was tired, sweaty, worn out, and my resistance broken down. I didn't want to continue, and I could tell most of them were really getting bored? No frustrated? It's hard to say, I didn't look any of them in the eye, after some swats on my rear end, which I had to say "Thank you, master" for, they took me out to the back yard now at probably 3 AM, and washed me with the ice-cold water in the garden hose, the night air nipped at my nuditya and my wet hair. I was sure no one was awake, none of our neighbors or my sister or mom but it was still worse than being on the coffee table outside, with nothing. "Now get up to bed, Stinker-butt and no sheets! oh, and give us each a nice little good night kiss ... harmless, don't go trying to stick your tongue in or anything..." he warned me, as if I really wanted to French kiss any of these assholes. "Daddy, I really would prefer anything" he stopped me with a smack to my boobs, that left them bouncing in the night air "Master Daddy!" he corrected. Had they read my mind? Or had they too realized that my bootie had taken too much punishment and were now slapping me elsewhere? Probably more likely, it is just that my tiny boobie was the most accessible and he no longer cared about civility. I didn't bother to argue. It was easier to give the kisses then argue. As I did each one, they all tried to slip the tongue each in a line like at a Wedding to kiss the bride. Doctor Bob stuck a finger up my heiney hole, while kissing, and the last one was Scottie, He said "Pucker up Sis" grinning from ear to ear. I went to kiss him, then he turned his head "nah, dad don't make me do it she is my sister after all..." that was weird but then dad said 'it's alright, she OWES you a kiss for all you put her through tonight, tough guy, just think of it as a lesson for when you meet the right girl" Then everyone watched as he tried his best to hold me in his scrawny arms and forced his tongue into my mouth, I gave a slight bite to let him know that I still hated him. He didn't say a word about it then he said "One more master you did say every master I don't think she kissed Master Rusty, dad..." I stared at our dog, then back at them, then back at "Master" Rusty, then back at them, then back at the dog which had just been plain old "Rusty" hours earlier. Clearly, they now expected me to squat down on all fours in the yard and kiss our dog I did it, as quickly as possible, probably showing the moon and stars what was between my booty cheeks in the process as I just kissed its mouth, not open or anything. And with that, I signed the "Therapy Confession" without even reading it, the one that they had been working on all along, and saw my fathers signature, but not much else. I was Looking up at my father for permission to sleep. "no sheets, little girl get up stairs, and In the morning, you better make sure you tell your mom that you wanted this therapy, that you need it failing to cooperate is what?" he asked Doctor Bob for clarification. Doctor Bob grunted "It's basically like admitting you have a bigger problem, when you recede back into denial stages we know your problem young lady, the best thing to do is to just go along with the therapy and let it run its natural course for as long as that may take." He said as if reading from a text book. Probably the same text book that Salem Witch Trials used when they condemned a witch and said that if she was really not a witch she wouldn't drown when they dunked her in the river or burn when they set her on fire! As soon as they let me, I ran upstairs to get some sleep! ------- Chapter 4 That night, I slept at the foot of my OWN bed, with no sheets. Rusty (which is a girl dog, if I hadn't mentioned it before), got to sleep on my feather-down pillows. Normally I keep her off the bed, because she stinks and has fleas but tonight, I was just happy to be allowed to get back in my room. I was told before getting back to my room, that all my stuff was now 'family stuff' and to leave everything the way it was until someone came in and took it all. I nearly cried. I spent the last three summers working hard to buy most of the furnishings and pretty things as well as my nice CD collection Dad planned to sell a lot of it off at a Garage sale to pay for the damages I had done, and what he had to PAY doctor Bob for my 'treatment'. I couldn't believe that pervert CHARGED money to tell him to put M&M's up me. Drifting off to sleep, hoping that it was all a bad dream and knowing from the way I felt, that it was not. I was awakened in a few hours with a glass of water poured down my nude back. Mom, Dad, Tina and Scottie were there. Of course my asshole brother Scottie was doing the pouring. I hoped it was water. I flinched, and he laughed. The water dripped onto my carpet, and my dad just stood there arms folded "She's going to have to pay for that..." My mom, had read all the stuff I signed last night, and the boys had showed the photo's. From what I saw they had selected ones that some how looked like I enjoyed the posing. I think my dad had told her that at first it was my idea. How she could come to believe it, well I suppose that my actions the last few days, drinking and what not she didn't know what to believe. She looked mad. The fact Tina was here, was proof that this was really real. She was laughing and standing back, but Dad held her head in his hand, and forced her to take a look at me. I had fallen asleep in the position 'Master Scottie' had told me to lie in when Dad sent me to bed. It was uncomfortable, but as tired as I was it wasn't impossible. I was on my knees, with my chest pressed into the bed, so that my heiney rested on my calves. I put my head down on my bed, and had passed out. An M&M dropped out of me, as I started to stand up, and my mom's jaw dropped open. "Well, your father was right.I never taught you to be like this but if you want it like this, you got it." She resigned herself to go downstairs and brought the giggling Tina with her. My Dad warned me that Tina would be punished if I ever decided not to go along with the punishment after they left. I knew that even though Tina had laughed at me, she wasn't emotionally able to understand all this, and I felt sorry for her. I secretly wondered if it would be better her than me. My body ached from sleeping like this, and the things they had made me do the night before and my dad could tell. "Hell Girl, wait till tomorrow night if you thought last night was rough! Now get downstairs and get breakfast ready, your mom and Tina are laying out your clothes" So I started my day like I would every morning from now on, at 5am. Totally nude. Dad told me that he had prepared a place for me on some newspaper in the garage, but I didn't believe him. He said the hard dirty floor would be too cold for his 'preshus-weshus', and that tonight I would sleep there from now on. Scottie didn't remind him that sleeping nude on there would imprint my entire body with ink from the freaking newspaper. I would come to learn having the classifieds imprinted on your ass is pretty embarrassing. I think Dad planned on doing some reading when I was on the perch. He said he might rent out my room to some Mexican guy he knew, apparently he trained birds or something. I wasn't used to functioning this early in the morning, and I blearily made my way to the kitchen, where mom had laid out my clothes on the kitchen table. A note said tomorrow to check that they might be 'warming in the stove, or frosting in the freezer'. The clothes also had a little sticky note that said I shouldn't put them on till after everything is done before school and I have permission. I wasn't very good at cooking, and somehow I was expected to make this big breakfast. I poked my head out of the kitchen and asked for an apron, because they wanted me to cook sausage, and the splattering of the grease would probably pop up and sting my budding boobs. (Well I didn't say budding I just asked for the apron). I did not say "boobs" out loud or anything, as I mentioned I was forbidden to refer to them as anything other than "boobies" and at the moment I had not come to grips with this vocabulary. Dad screamed at me that he'd shove an apron up my ass if I didn't get back in there and cook the 'god-damned breakfast'. I believed he was being literal about it. Just like I thought, I burnt myself, but not that badly. When I brought everything out, they complained, but I didn't say a word. I couldn't remember what he wanted me to do after the food was prepared, so I stood there covering my privates with my hands, and waiting to see if I could eat. I had set myself a plate just in case he was going to be nice. I normally skipped breakfast, of course back when I got up about 7am, which I considered early, got dressed and skated out the door. Now I was doing all this work, I was even sweaty, and I was pretty hungry. Just like he promised, I ended up on my elbows and knees, with my legs parted wide open, and my heined-end pointed towards them. I was reminded once again that having pretend vanity about trying to cover my nudity was strictly forbidden with a slap to the "boobies" and my face pointed to the TV. I accidentally said "Ouch my tit!" and realized I had cussed. Scottie reminded Dad about my vocabulary like a dutiful son, and now I was required to look at the list of vocabulary words reading out loud very slowly the words 10 times each. "Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi" I felt a foot, more like a toe prod each part of me for each time I said it. I was afraid to even guess whose toe it was. "Bootie, Bootie" now a foot was jiggling my bruised butt cheeks while I read them out loud, staring down at the food I was not yet allowed to eat all crammed into a small bowl. "Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie" My mouth would be called simply "Hole", and so I was saying "Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole". After I finished my body parts, I went through potty, doodie, poot, and doo-doo ten times. For those I just heard laughter from Scotty who was egging Tina to giggle as well. She obliged each time she heard her older sister say "Doo-Doo". I watched the boring newsman drone on about everyday lives, and secretly wondered if I'd ever be 'everyday' or 'normal' again. My mom Coughed abruptly when I first assumed this ridiculous position, fully exposed. I could tell my Dad had explained some acceptable version of this story to her, because there I was. I was actually doing it and she was allowing it. Our front room faces the sliding-glass door to the fenced in backyard, and conveniently the curtains were pulled open, so I could also see the morning dew on the grass outside. When my dad caught me looking away from the TV he stammered and told me to look forward or I'd end up outside. With breakfast over I was given permission get up off the floor and clean up, I hurried up and scraped the dishes together into a bowl (based on their instructions), and they told me to eat what was left over. I really lost my appetite. I tried to lap up some oatmeal gingerly and pieces of sausauage. My dad told me that he was going to make me 'wear this shit' If I let it go to waste. I could tell his heart wasn't in it, and sure enough they let me up after a little while of rubbing my nose in a half-eaten donut. However, there I was on all fours and eating like a dog with no hands, I am sure Scottie would probably rub a booger or something into his oatmeal so I had put his food at the very bottom of my bowl. After I had eaten most of the food, they sent me outside on the wet lawn, totally barefoot in the backyard to "piddle". My father walked me over to the BBQ pit and had me squat down, and told me that when he thought I earned it, I could use 'newspaper' in the house, until then he'd make me go out here every day. Our yard was fenced thank god, but our neighbors could probably see me if they had known to look. In a very weird way, I got an adrenalin rush from being out here on this cold misty morning. I was starting to get over my fear. My dad saw that, and jerked me up. "No wipe" was his only explanation. Good thing I hadn't made a "doo-doo". I made a mental note to try to control my facial expressions better. I guess I wear my heart on my sleeve. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't enjoying this. It's just my life had been pretty boring up to this point, and this was a real turning point. Total culture shock! It was all new then. He walked me into the house, and I was told to put on the ridiculous 80's outfit my mom had dug up for me. It made me look like a Jerry-Springer Trailer park reject. Then Tina planted some Barbie glitter make up on my face and stuff It was a big thrill to paint up big sister, since she didn't get to wear her play make up herself. My mom told me that I had no panties and bra's In my drawers and that she hadn't believed my father when I had told him I gave them all away. I was too ascared to tell her the truth, that Scottie had probably took them out that very night. Dad added the finishing touch himself, he lifted my skirt and wrote "Whore" in mascara across my asscheek. He insisted that if I didn't let all the girls see when I took a shower, and if Scottie said he hadn't heard a rumor about it at school, that he'd get it tattooed on my heiney forever. He reminded me this was one of the last times I'd be "allowed" to be naked for breakfast, that if there was more time he'd "have someone paint my asshole and nipples (his words) with lipstick and nail polish so that I was partially covered and that soon the bush would be gone!" I just stood there, shivering They gave me some ridiculous 3 inch pumps, I had no idea how to wear them. Nothing matched, and I had to sort of waddle and scuffle in order to stand in them. "Alright, here's your bus. Remember Scotty is your MASTER at school. And you fuck up, and you'll PAY FOR IT! Come right home after school" as I hurried for the bus, it was a real chore to keep the ridiculous orange skirt from flying up. It had some sort of elastic material that made it flair out, and it also bounced when you ran. I don't know what they were thinking in the 80's, but obviously you would have to wear hose with a skirt like this. Unless of course you were on punishment/therapy, like me. Scottie sat painfully close to me, he made me sit away from my girlfriends at the back of the bus with his geek-boy buddies, and told them that from now on, "Sis was his to command!" they didn't believe him. I was very hesitant to let these nerdboys slobber all over me. I really thought I'd prefer whatever my father would do to me for not listening to him at school. He was so pathetically juvenile. He was actually pretty clever though. I think he realized I wasn't about to just start sucking cocks in the bus. So he started small, first he showed my polaroids, then he made me show I had nothing under my skirt. Slowly it was whispered like a chain reaction from the back of the bus to the front, and before long people were looking back at me. I was super embarrassed. I think Scottie was wondering how far his limits were, and I think he didn't want the attention either. So he chilled out. The first day of school, he made me touch his tiny wiener through his pants in front of his friends after getting off the bus for first period. Fortunately we didn't have the same classes, since I was two grades higher than him. In between classes he had me back into a football player on accident, drop my books. At first, he was really having a hard time coming up with something to make me do. I did it, but I sure didn't enjoy it. Especially because men being stupid dogs, always thought it was an invitation from me even if I acted like it was an accident. For Gym, my mission was not only to shower and show that ridiculous word on my butt (at the time I didn't know what it was that would be the test, if I could tell dad. They wrote it so even if I stood in a mirror and held it, I'd have a hard time figuring out what he wrote on my backside.). Having no panties, I was supposed to dress in these oversized shorts and a tank-top for Gym that Scottie had managed to find. I don't know how he got it on short notice, I think the shorts where from this fat-kid friend of his that had a crush on me since 2nd grade. This at first didn't seem like such a big deal, till I realized these shorts had holes in them, and hadn't been washed probably ever. No panties meant I had to have whatever nasty-boy that had worn these before me's cooties directly on my pale-flesh via his oversized shorts. It also gave anyone who dared look, a pretty good shot of about two inches of my crack and today was of course, as luck would have it Gymnastics. Fortunately, I got away with it. I think Mrs. Brewer actually liked it, she didn't say a word, but the girls laughed. In the shower, I knew they saw I made one brief walk around the steamy shower room to make sure they all got a glance, and then feeling like throwing up, I got the hell out and dried off, careful not to smear it. I knew they were all spreading rumors and speculating, but I couldn't keep a straight face.I had to get out. Getting "Dressed" back in my 80s gear was no real consolation from the tank and shorts. The fact that I had no bra or panties wasn't all that uncommon in my school. That part was no big deal. It was just that normally girls didn't wear such ridiculous clothes. Especially someone like me who had kept up with trends. I just avoided any questions, but I'd say "Like, didn't you see this on MTV? It's totally retro" I actually started to believe I was STARTING a trend, but most girls didn't like it. If you ever saw that movie 'Trading places' with Jamie Lee Curtis as a hooker, you'd know just how I was dressed, and just how my boobs looked pressed through the rayon magenta top. Somehow I made it through the day, the bus ride home Scottie spent talking with some really young kids a few seats up. With a wave of his hand he made me sit on his friend 'Cartman's lap' since he 'loaned' me his shorts. Cartman had no idea what was going on, and wasn't really able to even comprehend that I had no desire to be on his lap. He was too busy laughing, his fat little baby face smiling up at me. He pleasantly told me that he had been told not to wear those shorts to class again and that it was no big deal.I was not supposed to piss him off and it wasn't all that bad. Probably no worse than the rumors already about me, having whore written on my ass in makeup OR being thought of as dating a dork like Cartman wasn't the worst thing. I could always get my reputation back (or so I thought). I figured I'd play along, and maybe they'd get bored in the first few days. I kept wishing that Mom would stand up for me. It never happened. After the bus left, Dad made me stand at the door as Scottie went inside, and undress. There were no cars coming but I had to fully undress and wait outside for a moment. Once I walked in I was shocked to see two couples. Friends of the family, in their mid-30's. "I can't believe it, you told us she didn't want to wear clothes but I never imagined and you say if we tell her ATTEN-SHUN she'll" Like an idiot I got up on the coffee table at that moment. I should have told them the truth that my dad put me up to it. Instead, I just got up and put myself on the coffee table. I didn't even think about the angle I was arching my bootie towards, that placed my sweaty behind right in the faces of my dad's guests. I was in such a flooded rush. When they got done paddling me, my dad made me sort of dance. Each time he clapped his hand, I had to move a foot, sort of like a marionette on a string. He'd clap slow, and make me take a sort of jerky step, then clap fast. They laughed their asses off. When I made them dinner, and ate their leftovers from a bowl on the floor, they lost their stomach for the novelty of it all. One of the women guests even leaned over me and told me that I was a disgusting girl, who had no idea what evil thoughts I had planted in their men's minds. As the other couple left, I heard the last two guests work out an arrangement to have me come over one weekend and clean their apartment for them. The man said he had some 'gardening' for me to do, and I groaned a little. They could hear it, and laughed out loud. The man told my father that he had secretly had a S&M relationship with his wife, and that up till now he never had the courage to tell anyone. "It's nothing as nasty as what your daughter is into but we like to Dom each other. We make little weekend side bets mostly over a sports game. The loser has to get tied up light bondage nothing your little diva over there would get a kick out of. I promise though, if you let her come over, we'll make sure and make it interesting for her. I'll bet on the Jet's that weekend, Hon." After they left, my Dad gave me another 'asswhooping' for not 'acting' the part of the 'gracious little whore.' -WHAM- "Next time we got guests, you're to tell them it's your idea! You made me look like it might be MY idea." Clearly he was saying this for my mothers benefit. I just agreed, and clenched my face as he pounded my asscheeks with his fist. "Tonight, when all the chores are done. you sleep on the god-damned roof. The side of the house FACING the street! And if the cops or someone sees you, you BETTER say it was your idea or we won't bail you out of jail!" Chores, A few more "Atten-shuns" and a garden hose bath in the backyard from Scottie, who actually complained about his "Chore" as he crimped and uncrimped the hose changing the water pressure to send painful little welts against my ribs and body. Sure enough after all was done and permission granted to "SLEEP", that night I hardly slept, fearing falling off the tiled roof or being spotted. I was afraid that a bird would come down and poop on my head, or that a burglar would be casing the house, spot me up there and have his way with me. There had been so much sexual tension going on, I knew It was only a matter of time before I was going to get used, and get used hard... That morning was like the last, with two exceptions, the first was that my dad had listened to another of Scotties ridiculous ideas. I was going to bring a note to my principal, and my father would call and verify it. It was very official and came from Doctor Bob's office. (I guess Doctor Bob came over while I was sleeping and wrote it). ------- To the School of Sherry Nettles, I am currently treating both Scottie and Sherry separately for individual disorders. It is my advisement that Scottie has special needs, and requires constant supervision. I ask that you suspend Sherry Nettles current enrollment in the 11th grade and return her to freshman status until further notice. Please assign her to the same exact school schedule as Scottie. She is to attend every school function with him, including after school sports, which I am hesitant to ask him to give up. She is to be assigned to his physical education class. This serves two purposes, Sherry requires medication administered by her brother four times daily, and shall accompany him into the boy's lavatory, as this medication may need to be administered as a suppository. Both students are fully aware of the strains this may place on their reputation at school, and so are their parents. At their request, I ask that you make every attempt to accommodate them for the duration of this treatment. ------- What all this meant, I wasn't sure, but my dad made a follow-up call to the Principal. Apparently he told him, that he was having trouble with me stealing, drinking and smoking and that Scottie was going to keep me in line, and told him to reward Scottie. He also asked him to reward Scottie for being such a good sport and having his big sis tag along to everything. He suggested that the principal go on the loud speaker and congratulate Scottie for his 'sacrifices' and that we'd been instructed to 'take the mystery' out of what we were doing in the bathroom, and if anyone was curious to just be open about it. Well that didn't sound particularly evil, but what it was going to mean was that Scottie had a free reign to expose me at will. Naturally the Principal made the announcement first thing, and everyone was looking at me like I was a total reject, as I traipsed down to the principal's office for reassignment wearing this ridiculous pair of Bon Jovi boots, a black leather-vinyl mini-skirt and a red-striped mini-top. Big Bangle Hoop earrings and 'glitter-make up'. The other exception was that Dad and Mom decided Cartman was a 'good kid' and that I should be his 'girlfriend' but they said almost as if I wanted him to be, to not let him be a 'master'. (Mom was convinced I had picked all these masters). That any night I brought him over for dinner and was nice to him, that I could wear clothes. So now, I had to keep this lie a secret from him, cuz if he got grossed out and wouldn't have me, they'd blame me for not trying hard enough. Scottie was also going to nominate some 'helpers' to boss me around on the bus and at school. That night, I slept at the foot of my OWN bed, with no sheets. Rusty (which is a girl dog, if I hadn't mentioned it before), got to sleep on my feather-down pillows. Normally I keep her off the bed, because she stinks and has fleas but tonight, I was just happy to be allowed to get back in my room. I was told before getting back to my room, that all my stuff was now 'family stuff' and to leave everything the way it was until someone came in and took it all. I nearly cried. I spent the last three summers working hard to buy most of the furnishings and pretty things as well as my nice CD collection Dad planned to sell a lot of it off at a Garage sale to pay for the damages I had done, and what he had to PAY doctor Bob for my 'treatment'. I couldn't believe that pervert CHARGED money to tell him to put M&M's up me. Drifting off to sleep, hoping that it was all a bad dream and knowing from the way I felt, that it was not. I was awakened in a few hours with a glass of water poured down my nude back. Mom, Dad, Tina and Scottie were there. Of course my asshole brother Scottie was doing the pouring. I hoped it was water. I flinched, and he laughed. The water dripped onto my carpet, and my dad just stood there arms folded "She's going to have to pay for that..." My mom, had read all the stuff I signed last night, and the boys had showed the photo's. From what I saw they had selected ones that somehow looked like I enjoyed the posing. I think my dad had told her that at first it was my idea. How she could come to believe it, well I suppose that my actions the last few days, drinking and what not she didn't know what to believe. She looked mad. The fact Tina was here, was proof that this was really real. She was laughing and standing back, but Dad held her head in his hand, and forced her to take a look at me. I had fallen asleep in the position 'Master Scottie' had told me to lie in when Dad sent me to bed. It was uncomfortable, but as tired as I was it wasn't impossible. I was on my knees, with my chest pressed into the bed, so that my heiney rested on my calves. I put my head down on my bed, and had passed out. An M&M dropped out of me, as I started to stand up, and my mom's jaw dropped open. "Well, your father was right.I never taught you to be like this but if you want it like this, you got it." She resigned herself to go downstairs and brought the giggling Tina with her. My Dad warned me that Tina would be punished if I ever decided not to go along with the punishment after they left. I knew that even though Tina had laughed at me, she wasn't emotionally able to understand all this, and I felt sorry for her. I secretly wondered if it would be better her than me. My body ached from sleeping like this, and the things they had made me do the night before and my dad could tell. "Hell Girl, wait till tomorrow night if you thought last night was rough! Now get downstairs and get breakfast ready, your mom and Tina are laying out your clothes" So I started my day like I would every morning from now on, at 5am. Totally nude. Dad told me that he had prepared a place for me on some newspaper in the garage, but I didn't believe him. He said the hard dirty floor would be too cold for his 'preshus-weshus', and that tonight I would sleep there from now on. Scottie didn't remind him that sleeping nude on there would imprint my entire body with ink from the freaking newspaper. I would come to learn having the classifieds imprinted on your ass is pretty embarrassing. I think Dad planned on doing some reading when I was on the perch. He said he might rent out my room to some Mexican guy he knew, apparently he trained birds or something. I wasn't used to functioning this early in the morning, and I blearily made my way to the kitchen, where mom had laid out my clothes on the kitchen table. A note said tomorrow to check that they might be 'warming in the stove, or frosting in the freezer'. The clothes also had a little sticky note that said I shouldn't put them on till after everything is done before school and I have permission. I wasn't very good at cooking, and somehow I was expected to make this big breakfast. I poked my head out of the kitchen and asked for an apron, because they wanted me to cook sausage, and the splattering of the grease would probably pop up and sting my budding boobs. (Well I didn't say budding I just asked for the apron). I did not say "boobs" out loud or anything, as I mentioned I was forbidden to refer to them as anything other than "boobies" and at the moment I had not come to grips with this vocabulary. Dad screamed at me that he'd shove an apron up my ass if I didn't get back in there and cook the 'god-damned breakfast'. I believed he was being literal about it. Just like I thought, I burnt myself, but not that badly. When I brought everything out, they complained, but I didn't say a word. I couldn't remember what he wanted me to do after the food was prepared, so I stood there covering my privates with my hands, and waiting to see if I could eat. I had set myself a plate just in case he was going to be nice. I normally skipped breakfast, of course back when I got up about 7am, which I considered early, got dressed and skated out the door. Now I was doing all this work, I was even sweaty, and I was pretty hungry. Just like he promised, I ended up on my elbows and knees, with my legs parted wide open, and my heined-end pointed towards them. I was reminded once again that having pretend vanity about trying to cover my nudity was strictly forbidden with a slap to the "boobies" and my face pointed to the TV. I accidentally said "Ouch my tit!" and realized I had cussed. Scottie reminded Dad about my vocabulary like a dutiful son, and now I was required to look at the list of vocabulary words reading out loud very slowly the words 10 times each. "Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi" I felt a foot, more like a toe prod each part of me for each time I said it. I was afraid to even guess whose toe it was. "Bootie, Bootie" now a foot was jiggling my bruised butt cheeks while I read them out loud, staring down at the food I was not yet allowed to eat all crammed into a small bowl. "Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie" My mouth would be called simply "Hole", and so I was saying "Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole". After I finished my body parts, I went through potty, doodie, poot, and doo-doo ten times. For those I just heard laughter from Scotty who was egging Tina to giggle as well. She obliged each time she heard her older sister say "Doo-Doo". I watched the boring newsman drone on about every day lives, and secretly wondered if I'd ever be 'everyday' or 'normal' again. My mom Coughed abruptly when I first assumed this ridiculous position, fully exposed. I could tell my Dad had explained some acceptable version of this story to her, because there I was. I was actually doing it and she was allowing it. Our front room faces the sliding-glass door to the fenced in backyard, and conveniently the curtains were pulled open, so I could also see the morning dew on the grass outside. When my dad caught me looking away from the TV he stammered and told me to look forward or I'd end up outside. With breakfast over I was given permission get up off the floor and clean up, I hurried up and scraped the dishes together into a bowl (based on their instructions), and they told me to eat what was left over. I really lost my appetite. I tried to lap up some oatmeal gingerly and pieces of sausage. My dad told me that he was going to make me 'wear this shit' If I let it go to waste. I could tell his heart wasn't in it, and sure enough they let me up after a little while of rubbing my nose in a half-eaten donut. However, there I was on all fours and eating like a dog with no hands, I am sure Scottie would probably rub a booger or something into his oatmeal so I had put his food at the very bottom of my bowl. After I had eaten most of the food, they sent me outside on the wet lawn, totally barefoot in the backyard to "piddle". My father walked me over to the BBQ pit and had me squat down, and told me that when he thought I earned it, I could use 'newspaper' in the house, until then he'd make me go out here every day. Our yard was fenced thank god, but our neighbors could probably see me if they had known to look. In a very weird way, I got an adrenalin rush from being out here on this cold misty morning. I was starting to get over my fear. My dad saw that, and jerked me up. "No wipe" was his only explanation. Good thing I hadn't made a "doo-doo". I made a mental note to try to control my facial expressions better. I guess I wear my heart on my sleeve. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't enjoying this. It's just my life had been pretty boring up to this point, and this was a real turning point. Total culture shock! It was all new then. He walked me into the house, and I was told to put on the ridiculous 80's outfit my mom had dug up for me. It made me look like a Jerry-Springer Trailer park reject. Then Tina planted some Barbie glitter make up on my face and stuff It was a big thrill to paint up big sister, since she didn't get to wear her play make up herself. My mom told me that I had no panties and bra's In my drawers and that she hadn't believed my father when I had told him I gave them all away. I was too ascared to tell her the truth, that Scottie had probably took them out that very night. Dad added the finishing touch himself, he lifted my skirt and wrote "Whore" in mascara across my asscheek. He insisted that if I didn't let all the girls see when I took a shower, and if Scottie said he hadn't heard a rumor about it at school, that he'd get it tattooed on my heiney forever. He reminded me this was one of the last times I'd be "allowed" to be naked for breakfast, that if there was more time he'd "have someone paint my asshole and nipples (his words) with lipstick and nail polish so that I was partially covered and that soon the bush would be gone!" I just stood there, shivering They gave me some ridiculous 3 inch pumps, I had no idea how to wear them. Nothing matched, and I had to sort of waddle and scuffle in order to stand in them. "Alright, here's your bus. Remember Scotty is your MASTER at school, And you fuck up, and you'll PAY FOR IT! Come right home after school" as I hurried for the bus, it was a real chore to keep the ridiculous orange skirt from flying up. It had some sort of elastic material that made it flair out, and it also bounced when you ran. I don't know what they were thinking in the 80's, but obviously you would have to wear hose with a skirt like this, unless of course you were on punishment/therapy, like me. Scottie sat painfully close to me, he made me sit away from my girlfriends at the back of the bus with his geek-boy buddies, and told them that from now on, "Sis was his to command!" they didn't believe him. I was very hesitant to let these nerdboys slobber all over me. I really thought I'd prefer whatever my father would do to me for not listening to him at school. He was so pathetically juvenile. He was actually pretty clever though. I think he realized I wasn't about to just start sucking cocks in the bus. So he started small, first he showed my Polaroids, then he made me show I had nothing under my skirt. Slowly it was whispered like a chain reaction from the back of the bus to the front, and before long people were looking back at me. I was super embarrassed. I think Scottie was wondering how far his limits were, and I think he didn't want the attention either. So he chilled out. The first day of school, he made me touch his tiny wiener through his pants in front of his friends after getting off the bus for first period. Fortunately we didn't have the same classes, since I was two grades higher than him. In between classes he had me back into a football player on accident, drop my books. At first, he was really having a hard time coming up with something to make me do. I did it, but I sure didn't enjoy it. Especially because men being stupid dogs, always thought it was an invitation from me even if I acted like it was an accident. For Gym, my mission was not only to shower and show that ridiculous word on my butt (at the time I didn't know what it was that would be the test, if I could tell dad. They wrote it so even if I stood in a mirror and held it, Id have a hard time figuring out what he wrote on my backside.). Having no panties, I was supposed to dress in these oversized shorts and a tank-top for Gym that Scottie had managed to find. I don't know how he got it on short notice, I think the shorts where from this fat-kid friend of his that had a crush on me since 2nd grade. This at first didn't seem like such a big deal, till I realized these shorts had holes in them, and hadn't been washed probably ever. No panties meant I had to have whatever nasty-boy that had worn these before me's cooties directly on my pale-flesh via his oversized shorts. It also gave anyone who dared look, a pretty good shot of about two inches of my crack and today was of course, as luck would have it Gymnastics. Fortunately, I got away with it. I think Mrs. Brewer actually liked it, she didn't say a word, but the girls laughed. In the shower, I knew they saw I made one brief walk around the steamy shower room to make sure they all got a glance, and then feeling like throwing up, I got the hell out and dried off, careful not to smear it. I knew they were all spreading rumors and speculating, but I couldn't keep a straight face.I had to get out. Getting "Dressed" back in my 80s gear was no real consolation from the tank and shorts. The fact that I had no bra or panties wasn't all that uncommon in my school. That part was no big deal. It was just that normally girls didn't wear such ridiculous clothes. Especially someone like me who had kept up with trends. I just avoided any questions, but I'd say "Like, didn't you see this on MTV? It's totally retro" I actually started to believe I was STARTING a trend, but most girls didn't like it. If you ever saw that movie 'Trading places' with Jamie Lee Curtis as a hooker, you'd know just how I was dressed, and just how my boobs looked pressed through the rayon magenta top. Somehow I made it through the day, the bus ride home Scottie spent talking with some really young kids a few seats up. With a wave of his hand he made me sit on his friend 'Cartman's lap' since he 'loaned' me his shorts. Cartman had no idea what was going on, and wasn't really able to even comprehend that I had no desire to be on his lap. He was too busy laughing, his fat little baby face smiling up at me. He pleasantly told me that he had been told not to wear those shorts to class again and that it was no big deal.I was not supposed to piss him off and it wasn't all that bad. Probably no worse than the rumors already about me, having whore written on my ass in makeup OR being thought of as dating a dork like Cartman wasn't the worst thing. I could always get my reputation back (or so I thought). I figured I'd play along, and maybe they'd get bored in the first few days. I kept wishing that Mom would stand up for me. It never happened. After the bus left, Dad made me stand at the door as Scottie went inside, and undress. There were no cars coming but I had to fully undress and wait outside for a moment. Once I walked in I was shocked to see two couples. Friends of the family, in their mid-30's. "I can't believe it, you told us she didn't want to wear clothes but I never imagined and you say if we tell her ATTEN-SHUN she'll" Like an idiot I got up on the coffee table at that moment. I should have told them the truth that my dad put me up to it. Instead, I just got up and put myself on the coffee table. I didn't even think about the angle I was arching my bootie towards, that placed my sweaty behind right in the faces of my dad's guests. I was in such a flooded rush. When they got done paddling me, my dad made me sort of dance. Each time he clapped his hand, I had to move a foot, sort of like a marionette on a string. He'd clap slow, and make me take a sort of jerky step, then clap fast. They laughed their asses off. When I made them dinner, and ate their leftovers from a bowl on the floor, they lost their stomach for the novelty of it all. One of the women guests even leaned over me and told me that I was a disgusting girl, who had no idea what evil thoughts I had planted in their men's minds. As the other couple left, I heard the last two guests work out an arrangement to have me come over one weekend and clean their apartment for them. The man said he had some 'gardening' for me to do, and I groaned a little. They could hear it, and laughed out loud. The man told my father that he had secretly had a S&M relationship with his wife, and that up till now he never had the courage to tell anyone. "It's nothing as nasty as what your daughter is into but we like to Dom each other. We make little weekend side bets mostly over a sports game. The loser has to get tied up light bondage nothing your little diva over there would get a kick out of. I promise though, if you let her come over, we'll make sure and make it interesting for her. I'll bet on the Jet's that weekend, Hon." After they left, my Dad gave me another 'asswhooping' for not 'acting' the part of the 'gracious little whore.' -WHAM- "Next time we got guests, you're to tell them it's your idea! You made me look like it might be MY idea." Clearly he was saying this for my mother's benefit. I just agreed, and clenched my face as he pounded my as cheeks with his fist. "Tonight, when all the chores are done. you sleep on the god-damned roof. The side of the house FACING the street! And if the cops or someone sees you, you BETTER say it was your idea or we won't bail you out of jail!" Chores, A few more "Atten-shuns" and a garden hose bath in the backyard from Scottie, who actually complained about his "Chore" as he crimped and uncrimped the hose changing the water pressure to send painful little welts against my ribs and body. Sure enough after all was done and permission granted to "SLEEP", that night I hardly slept, fearing falling off the tiled roof or being spotted. I was afraid that a bird would come down and poop on my head, or that a burglar would be casing the house, spot me up there and have his way with me. There had been so much sexual tension going on, I knew It was only a matter of time before I was going to get used, and get used hard... That morning was like the last, with two exceptions, the first was that my dad had listened to another of Scotties ridiculous ideas. I was going to bring a note to my principal, and my father would call and verify it. It was very official and came from Doctor Bob's office. (I guess Doctor Bob came over while I was sleeping and wrote it). ------- To the School of Sherry Nettles, I am currently treating both Scottie and Sherry separately for individual disorders. It is my advisement that Scottie has special needs, and requires constant supervision. I ask that you suspend Sherry Nettles current enrollment in the 11th grade and return her to freshman status until further notice. Please assign her to the same exact school schedule as Scottie. She is to attend every school function with him, including after school sports, which I am hesitant to ask him to give up. She is to be assigned to his physical education class. This serves two purposes, Sherry requires medication administered by her brother four times daily, and shall accompany him into the boy's lavatory, as this medication may need to be administered as a suppository. Both students are fully aware of the strains this may place on their reputation at school, and so are their parents. At their request, I ask that you make every attempt to accommodate them for the duration of this treatment. ------- What all this meant, I wasn't sure, but my dad made a follow-up call to the Principal. Apparently he told him, that he was having trouble with me stealing, drinking and smoking and that Scottie was going to keep me in line, and told him to reward Scottie. He also asked him to reward Scottie for being such a good sport and having his big sis tag along to everything. He suggested that the principal go on the loud speaker and congratulate Scottie for his 'sacrifices' and that we'd been instructed to 'take the mystery' out of what we were doing in the bathroom, and if anyone was curious to just be open about it. Well that didn't sound particularly evil, but what it was going to mean was that Scottie had a free reign to expose me at will. Naturally the Principal made the announcement first thing, and everyone was looking at me like I was a total reject, as I traipsed down to the principal's office for reassignment wearing this ridiculous pair of bon jovi boots, a black leather-vinyl mini-skirt and a red-striped mini-top. Big Bangle Hoop earrings and 'glitter-make up'. The other exception was that Dad and Mom decided Cartman was a 'good kid' and that I should be his 'girlfriend' but they said almost as if I wanted him to be, to not let him be a 'master'. (Mom was convinced I had picked all these masters). That any night I brought him over for dinner and was nice to him, that I could wear clothes. So now, I had to keep this lie a secret from him, cuz if he got grossed out and wouldn't have me, they'd blame me for not trying hard enough. Scottie was also going to nominate some 'helpers' to boss me around on the bus and at school. ------- Chapter 5 Going to school today was like a hammer blow to the head. It just hurt. Scottie had come in to my room around 4:30 AM and without even wondering if Dad had required it, I let him paint my bootie-hole with red lipstick and then use the same stick to do around my lips in big wide swaps. He made me go "mmm-mmm" and smack my lips together, and then he painted my nipples with NAIL POLISH, bright pink. I was still groggy before I realized that this neon-glitter color was going to dry and squeeze my nipples hard and be days before it wears off. When I came down the others were already up, (I had no idea if they woke up this early normally, I would usually be asleep). My dad took one look at the nail polish and sighed. "Aversion Therapy? You already painted yourself? You were supposed to wait until one of us did it to you!" I looked at Scottie who was now making himself scarce, but I was too weak too really argue. I mean being bare-ass takes all the fight of a person. Today's 'word of the day' was 'Slut' painted in nail polish on my backside. At least I was able to figure that one out from Mom's brush strokes. The real twist today, was Dad stuffed a pacifier in my bottom. He just popped it in, without warming it, or lubing it up, or nothing. A real baby's binky. He crammed it between my butt cheeks so the side rode up along the walls of my crack, and I could just feel it penetrate. He told me that Scottie will explain that it's to "keep my medicine in". I couldn't believe it. He told me that I would be allowed to remove it, if I was good ... but that if Scottie saw that it wasn't in all the way if he checked, he would tell him as soon as he got home. "Oh great, another thing I can get punished for..." was all I thought. It was amazing how easy it was to accept it, and get used to it as I walked in those heels. They actually kinda made it easier to walk with the thing stuck in my bootie hole. The next twist was also that I might have to wear heels, but won't get dressed until closer to 7:30 AM. So todays squat and go piddle, was a "Doo-Doo". My dad stood there and looked away while I forced out a turd onto the BBQ pit. As soon as I was done the binky was reinserted, and I was ordered to carry in my smelly business and put it in the toilet. I was totally confused why even go outside, but I snuck some toilet paper and wiped my ass as I cleaned off my hands before walking back out to the front room to ASK for permission to get dressed today in some new version of 1980s slutware. Lucky for me, no one asked if I had washed my hands or anything. I was really falling into complacence with this, considering myself lucky to have been able to wash my own poop off my hands! Riding the bus to school, on Cartman's lap I could already hear the girls had made up a song about the 'Dirty girl' and the buss was alive with sayings like 'Did you hear? Sherry has gone crazy Elizabeth says she" That wouldn't have been so bad. Heck, Gossip and stuff is nothing new. It's just that's all everyone talked about. At least that's what I thought. I figured eventually they'd get bored of it, and just classify me as a strange girl, and no longer popular. Once I wasn't popular (that wouldn't be hard), no one would really care that I was wearing torn fishnets, bon jovi boots, a black leather-vinyl mini-skirt and a red-striped mini-top there was a whole bunch of 'alternative' girls at my school with black-lipstick and black nail polish, and no one paid them much attention. I sure hadn't.when I was popular. I had a feeling, I'd be spending a lot of energy keeping a low profile. At least, that was my plan. Cartman laughed everytime he belched, like that was some kind of joke, and It was hard to pretend to be amused. Scottie spent time talking to those kids from yesterday, instead of bothering me, which was kinda good. After we got to school, he explained he had picked two new 'Masteresses' for me, for lack of a better word. These two twins, who were probably younger than Scottie. They looked totally stuck up, they were both total brat's, with pig-tails. "You will call them both Masteress, and never by their real names..." I didn't have any idea what it was, I think once a boy teased them and called them 'Prunella and Snortella', but that was a few months back. I really didn't understand why these two girls would willingly participate in controlling me, and ruining my reputation, having been teased themselves. They must know how badly it hurts. I found out later their names were Becky and Lexi. I think Scottie meant to call them 'Mistresses' too, but he is such an idiot that he coined a phrase, because to him, bosses means 'master'. Close enough, right? He insisted I call them that, even when someone pointed it out to him much later on. At this point though, almost no one but Scotties geek friends new that he was a "Master" to me, I guess its because no one listens to geeks, so as for rumor control it could have been worse. After they made the announcement on the loudspeaker, and I got laughed out of my homeroom class. I went to meet Scottie at the Principals Office. Scottie told me that if I didn't cooperate I'd get "the business". We went in to meet him. Scottie explained in great detail why he wanted to go out for all the team sports, and nudged me each time I started to daydream while he talked about sports to agree (even though he was not very athletic and this was probably some scheme to make him seem like "Ferris Beueller" and loved by all. He said that Coach Albert would make sure that the guys didn't take unfair advantage of me. I had to sign a few permission slips releasing the school from any liability or lawsuit action, and under the laws of the state I couldn't be denied the 'right' to participate in all boys sports, but the school didn't have to provide any special accommodation, As I sat there, I was being signed up to be in boys Physical education and JV sports!!! Legally, I was learning from the principle they weren't allowed to accommodate me or they would open lawsuits for the students in wheel chairs or other special needs that would require huge expenses for them to participate in organized sports. Lucky me? Just what I needed, some bright law-maker in my state hadn't really thought it out, they just wanted 'equal' rights for us girls so badly, they didn't bother to think it out. Since joining the football team or the wrestling team and having to use the same facilities wasn't particularly the most attractive idea to us girls, I doubt anyone had tried it yet. It was still a new law. Anyway, I think it was SUPPOSED to be that the facilities were same, but I doubted they planned for me to be in there at the same time as them when they showered. (I will tell you about that later) The Principal got real curious about the reason I had to go into the boys bathroom. "You won't be looking at the other boys will you?" he asked suspiciously, my father had already told him all these lies that made me sound like a dangerously loose girl, of course I didn't' know that at the time. Scottie pretended to be standing up for me when he said "Oh, I'll keep an eye on her, and Dad said that if anyone wonders what we are doing they can watch If you want to send a teacher in there to watch her in the beginning that is fine with us." I had no choice but to nod, but I wasn't sure what we'd be doing. Neither was the principal and he asked. That's when Scottie pulled out a box of pills "Part of it, is that I need assistance going to the bathroom ... in exchange, well I don't mind keeping track of these, and giving them to her when she needs them" the principal just nodded.but he looked very confused. "Well, I am going to have a long talk with your father about this I think I might just drive you both home after football practice if you don't mind I feel very uncomfortable with everything you have said, Especially you missy... , but since you are both brother and sister then I suppose there won't be any hanky panky going on." He didn't know the half of it!!! But he laughed at his own joke and so did we. "alright, if there is any trouble then I am going to have to review this thing but I can kind of see your fathers wisdom in this I think after I talk to him, I might be able to come up with discreet ways to take care of this ... until then, consider yourself a freshman and Scottie ... you're a brave young man takes a big kid to admit he has a problem like that" he winked at Scottie, and off we went... That day, the first couple of classes went alright. Well as alright as they could. I was in Scottie's freshman courses now, and most of the other kid's laughed at the thought of me being put back to 'their' level. I tried to stay poised. Scottie insisted I cart around all his books, and he told me that If I didn't start 'getting into it', that tomorrow he would have dad put one of those plastic pencil sharpeners in my heiney.Now I wasn't sure exactly how I was supposed to 'get into it' like enjoy it? But I had come to believe as unlikely as it sounded that Scottie would just LOVE to sharpen a pencil in one of those little yellow plastic sharpeners stuffed up my rump. I nodded to him, and as agreed no matter if it was a man or woman teacher, sat wide-legged in my chair so that at the right angle my bare crotch was exposed from beneath the short skirt. I could smell myself with my legs that far apart, and I am pretty sure others could too. It's not that I was real excited, it's just that, well, I hadn't got the best bath in the world, Dad had insisted on 'hosing me down' in the backyard and that's about the extent of it. He always did it at night at least but the wind was cooler then.Then he made me stand against the glass sliding door and drip myself dry. Honestly, my hair was going to be ruined. Anyway, it was around the third class that we made my first 'debut' in the bathroom. I stood inside the stall with him, he insisted I watch as he sat and "Made Doo-Doo" as I had to say out loud and ask him If he was ready to do, so that others could hear me talking. I could hear his friends snickering, as they stood outside and listened to his body-noises, and probably stared down at my legs. I was rolling my eyes and trying not to focus on the smell in there. He looked up at me and said "You dummy, you're supposed to be my servant in here ... you can't just stand there like that act like your into this!!! Or I am telling Dad!" I felt like gesturing to my outfit and the plastic plug wedged in my asscrack, and saying something like "Oh, and then he might punish me?" but I realized he was right, the little jerkoff could have things made even worse for me. This was after all supposed to be over in ninety days. That was at least the best consideration. I wasn't sure if I could back to my old grade when it was done, but I hadn't wanted to ask about that. So I swallowed what little of my pride I had and said, with as little sarcasm as I could muster "you're the boss." He told me to say it louder and I did. His friends were laughing. That's when he stood and said "kneel down and wipe me, like the doctor said" I got on my knees, and felt the cold dirty tile beneath my bare knees. I was still dressed. I felt like a prisoner going to the gallows, as he handed me a thin piece of TP, and turned to stick his nasty hairless white ass in my face. At least he didn't open the stall door, but I could tell the boys were squatting down and watching me I could hear them down there. I just closed my eyes, and wiped his nasty little wet spot. I must have used about twenty sheets of toilet paper. I felt like my hand would never come clean and like his butt was so nasty ... I came to realize that when you do your own, you never think about it as nasty, just necessary. It's also over in a flash. With his, it was gross, and took forever. Then, for the 'encore' he opened the door and had me come out into the boys bathroom. He told me to 'drop trow' and I grudgingly removed my skirt, but at the last second did a sort of little side-to-side dance so he could say I was 'into it'. He wasn't buying it. He put the skirt in the damp sink. There I stood. Bottomless in front of his only two or three friends with my back to them. I still had the top, and my shoes on. I felt so ridiculous. The Wet skirt he let drop in the dirty sink, it would be hours before It would dry on its own. He pushed me by the blade of the shoulders, not hard ... but enough that I grabbed the sink and stared down at my little skirt. The water was slowly dripping on the material. He removed the pacifier and set it on the sink. I didn't ask what he was putting in there, but the first thing was a tube of 'prepation H' that Doctor Bob had asked I be given for the whole week. I used to call these guys the 'geeksquad' and now Scottie was holding up my bootie cheeks, and each one was getting an up close look. Most of them said 'cool' or 'gross' in the same sentence when they were down there. As if it were possible it felt like they were undressing me FURTHER with their eyes. Like they wanted to see beyond my naked bottom. I almost asked them if they 'wanted to see what I had for breakfast' but knowing Scottie he would have tried to show them for real! Squeezing and kneading my butt, each of them took a turn, and I reminded Scottie that this was just for medicinal purposes (I was supposed to pretend to think this was a sacrifice he was making FOR me). He puts some kind of pill or something up my butt (I later found out he alternated suppositories and laxatives daily, and some vitamin's that Doctor Bob considered 'essential'). Then laughing, he pushed that pacifier in between my cheeks hard, so that it stuck more because it was wedged in, then stuffed inside my booty hole. He let me get dressed, the plaid skirt still dripping wet. I couldn't really look them in the eye. I figured it was over now, that's when he 'dropped' his pencil in his toilet water. "Oh, we mustn't lose the pencil Sherry, get that for me, you know my hands are far too delicate!" I almost told him to go to hell, but the crazy little jerkoff held the keys to my safety in his hands, so I looked in, scrunched my nose, and closed my eyes. Then I reached in, and fished it out real quick. Painless! "oh, and you'll flush for me every time!" he added. I didn't mind that, in fact I made it a point to flush as quickly as possible in the future with him. Later that day, you'd think that he'd want to go the bathroom with me! But instead whenever I wanted to go potty, he'd say "oh after next class." Just to make me wait longer, and there I'd be sitting with my legs spread, wanting-needing to cross them! When he finally let me go (remember that I am now always going to the boys bathroom, even when I am doing my own business, I figured for sure some one would stop it). He told me to just leave the stall open so that he could make sure I wiped and stuff. I couldn't believe he was talking like that because some seniors who knew me were in there. Surely they would be gallant and take up for me. Tell him to quit acting like that. Of course not, they poked their nose in the stall like Winnie the Pooh in a honey pot. I couldn't believe it. I just glanced daggers at them, but I was powerless to close the stall door. So I did my business, and they watched. Then just like he told me before hand, turned, and wiped so that they could watch. They told me I was "Gross" and that's when they noticed today's 'word of the day' slut-painted in red. They laughed and asked my brother if I was "for real". He said "yes, to prove it, you can slap her ass three times for a buck." The three ogre-sized jocks, were amused. "When you finish wiping" hold yourself open for us to look, then these fine gents get to take their swats. The first guy Brian did a nice, gentle swat. His buddies made fun of him, and the next two got worse. Scottie told them "our dad hits harder than that". The second guy, Jason made me wince. I couldn't believe how easy it was for them to accept this. Of course I wasn't saying no, so I suppose they had no reason to question it and ask me privately "are you sure you want this?" because I would have begged them to stop. The third guy, Joey is like a handsome, muscular, version of Scottie (at least that's what I would come to find out later). He asked if it had to be the Ass. Scottie thought about it, like he was very concerned. Then said "Sure, wherever you want, she's tough, she can take it" the first slap was to going to be across my boobs. He felt me up for a second and said "not even a bra?" When I didn't have an answer for him, he put the second slap across my face. It hurt, and I thought he loosened my jaw. The final slap nearly knocked me unconsciousness, and I hit the dirty tile and chipped a tooth. The boys had seen enough, but as Joey left he gave me a sharp kick to my thigh when the other two weren't looking. Scottie helped me up, which was a surprise but said "next time, you better thank them. I won't tell Dad this time, but you owe me one!". I couldn't believe his nerve. As Dazed as I was, I thought of kicking his balls in. The bathroom breaks, were always the highlights of Scotties Day. He didn't start football practice til next week, and he also planned on having me go into the boys locker room during PE. The regular PE coach had a real big issue about it. He totally disallowed it, knowing that it would be very disruptive to have me in the changing room with all the boys. Scottie tried to make it sound like he would tell dad I hadn't begged hard enough. When would this end? The one sane coach at my school and I was supposed to convince him not to be so nice? "Lucky" for me, I got to go into the girls locker room for PE that week while. I still had to get the girls to see the word 'slut' on my backside, but I knew what it was, so I Was safe, at least for that part of my so-called "therapy" I was safe. I knew in my heart and in my head, that this was no real therapy, but I could not come up with a better word for it. Meanwhile Dad was at home, reading this article Scottie pulled for him from the Internet, on new and unusual ways to be as deviant as he was. Here are some excerpts to the one titled "Exotic Bottom Care" ------- As a connoisseur and specialist in the care and treatment of the female bottom, I was interested to read the views of some of your correspondents. For 25 years I have administered corrective treatment to females of all ages. however when a severe chastisement is prescribed, the bare buttocks are set in the classic position and they are, after creaming, given between 18 and 24 strokes of the Scottish tawse, preferably three tailed. This is immediately followed by a further creaming, massaging well into the skin. The patient's position is then reversed, her legs widened and doubled over her head and firmly secured. A pan of ordinary cooking oil, kept at a temperature above blood heat, is kept handy, together with a ladle and a baking tray. A smooth cork is carefully inserted into the girl's anus. The cane used should be about 3 ft. long and thin - this is important - the end bound to avoid splitting. after every six strokes, the girl's buttocks should be basted very thoroughly with the hot oil, catching it in the tray and repeating. Regular and thorough basting as the caning proceeds ensures that the skin is kept well-oiled and extremely supple and resilient, so that no matter how sore, the cane can never split the skin. I often use a form of bidet in which the girl is made to sit, the water being heated to keep the temperature up during her half-hour's immersion. A final thorough creaming of the buttocks is carried out but I personally prefer to use chilled vinegar which is liberally applied to the buttocks to close the pores. As an alternative, I occasionally thoroughly pumice stone my patient's buttocks, removing and dead skin and fine down which reduces sensitivity. Hot towels are then pressed against the skin each towel being a little hotter than the last. The temperature of the bottom thus being raised over a period of about a half hour, the pores are fully opened and the skin has a parboiled look. A hot solution of vinegar into which are mixed equal parts of common salt, red pepper (cayenne) and finely ground common washing soda is prepared. The mixture is applied using a green nylon pan scourer onto the skin and, properly applied, the skin will absorb about a half pint. The discomfort of the patient is extreme and lasts for up to eight hours undiminished and thence diminishes to bearable tenderness. This method I have found most suitable if the punishment is to be prolonged because it can be repeated the following day, and in fact on consecutive days, always remembering to lightly pumice stone the area first to obtain optimum sensitivity. I trust you may be able to publish all of part of the above in your next journal. ------- After he finished reading, he just spat out "this internet stuff just won't cut it!" "Extreme measures!" "Extreme!" Dad spent his days reading that stuff instead of doing "normal" work, and so we started to be in some financial trouble. Dad was thinking of ways, he could make money off me on the internet. He seemed to have money for 'rope' or 'duck tape', but they also made do with whatever was around the house including a lot of 'Crisco' (Which I'll tell you about another time.) He said that he expected to get paid back for the money he HAD to spend on my therapy. Master Paul had loaned him a pick up truck, and apparently I would be "paying him back" later for the use of it. Later on, he got a call from the Principal. ------- Chapter 6 I am not sure what the Principal and my dad talked about, but I think they had just reached an "understanding" after the Principal received both positive and completely horrified reactions from my new teachers and other students. After a long grueling day with Scottie, carrying his books, chewing his gum after he is finished with it, and enduring his crazy behavior. Almost looking forward to going home, where Dad and Mom can keep an eye on him. It's like he feels more freedom at school, in front of everyone than he does in front of his parents. He was telling me to tongue kiss Cartman, at the end of the day while we waited to get on the Bus. I thought I was going to puke, but at that moment Dad showed up in his truck and waved us over. I was saved that indignity of having to do that in front of a busload of people who might not already know I am going to have to do these disgusting things day-in-day out for nearly ninety more days. The first thing brownnose Scottie did was show dad the "1.50" he got for hiring me out for 'slaps'. Dad raised one eyebrow at him, and took the money. "Good going Rockefeller, charge at least a buck for that.". I couldn't believe that Scottie was even cheating Dad, at my expense and saying he didn't get as much money out of the deal as he really had! Even worse, was that some how both of them thought a dollar was fair money for slapping me! "You didn't give her any of it did you?" he asked, and Scottie nodded that he hadn't. "Good, this is family money" he stated for my benefit. "Anything you earn, while your our property goes to pay your upkeep, or you'll just spend it on dildos or alcohol" That's when he thew this old ratty brown sundress at me. I had owned it about six months ago. It was pretty nappy. Scotty had stolen it and used it for SOMETHING nasty, but it looked like Dad had used it to change the oil on the car or something since then. It hit me in the face through the car window and he said "put it on".I smelled a deep oil stain over the dress ... with just a hint of a chlorine-like smell. The same smell that Scottie's tissues in his wastebasket in his bedroom has. For those of you who have not guessed what I mean, it smelled just like he whacked off on the dress regularly, but at the time I was unaware. I bit my lip nervously, we were in the school parking lot, and the buses hadn't pulled out yet. Anyone would see me. I was not wearing any panties or a bra. Not that it would fail to draw someone's attention to see me in undergarments as opposed to totally naked standing out in broad day light putting on this gross, faded sun dress. There really was no choice though. As I was thinking about how much trouble I'd get into, and up till now Dad hadn't really been joking, each time he laid some new horrible thing for me to do next, he had meant it. I said "Here?" as I knitted my eyebrows in worry. Scotty was already sorta motioning to his buddies on the bus. Dad said "Son, get on the bus, we'll see you at home." Which was not his style, normally he and his son were inseparable, and Scottie shrugged, collected his books from me, and hurried up to the bus lane. He knew dad was dead-serious and not to question him. I was secretly day-dreaming that Scottie had angered dad and was having to go through this, when Dad turned to me and said "no dipshit, go in the school and change.you think I want to get arrested out here for you showing your naked ass to these punks?". "leave your shoes here, you have to get used to being barefoot. If they are still in the parking lot when you are here tomorrow then you can wear them again, until then you go barefoot." I took that as my cue, but my feet are very delicate. The pavement was hot, and dirty. I went back inside my school and changed. I brought out my clothes, and got in the car. No one paid any attention, because most everyone had gone, but I think Mr. Bonvento the school security guard had noticed me coming out dressed differently, I had not even realized that I looked like a total slimey homeless person. He didn't say anything. My dad just complained about how long it had taken, when I got back to the truck. I got in, and now my dad had always called Wednesday "Hump day". It was going to take a whole new meaning now, because he explained that every Wednesday I would be going to Doctor Bob to monitor my progress and make 'changes'. He explained how I would be advancing through the program, and Doctor Bob would decide if he needed to take 'corrective measures'. I had this giant lump in my throat, as I listened to him talk to me, or sort of 'about me' like I was some kind of 'thing'. "Your principal gave me a call, we have an understanding" he said casually "you will consider him to be one of your knew Masters. Just keep in mind, that I am your 'owner' and anyone else is just a master or masteress.I was the one that made you, and I can break you, you got me? YOU GOT ME?." I was nodding, and then choked out "Yyeess" but I really wanted to strangle him about now. My dad sized me up in the dress as we drove along, and said "Oh I got you something." Now let me tell you, up to this point I hadn't exactly gotten to eat normally. It was mostly left overs, except the wonderful 'school lunch'. This was some sort of 'diet' plan of binging and purging that Doctor Bob had said would do 'wonders', but he never was specific about how eating someone else's left over food would be wonderful. Anyhow, he opens up a McDonalds bag, and throws a half-eaten hamburger at me. "It was 29 cent Hamburger day" he said sarcastically. I was pretty hungry though, and at least it was still warm. I took a bite. That's when he grinned, and said "And that's the last bite of normal food you're going to have." He made me stop eating, while he explained Doctor Bob's therapy to me. I had begun to think that Maybe Doctor Bob and Scottie had compared notes or something, because this sounded suspiciously more like something Scottie had thought of. It did make some kind of sense as dad explained it. (Not to say it sounded like a good idea, I could just see how they had rationalized all this) The first thing he did before he told me about it, was told me to stuff the Hamburger into my pussy as far it would go. I couldn't believe it, but what I did was pretended, by slipping it under my dress and resting it against my leg. I didn't think he would check, but at the next red light he did just that. He raised the skirt and then slapped my face. Then he said "oh that's fucking perfect, I give you a chance and this is how you prove yourself. Doctor Bob said you'd try to trick us. Well I was going to give you a real hamburger if you had done what I said, but I suppose he was right. I wasn't going to make you do this,. But I doubt I have much choice!" "Extreme measures!" "EXTREME FUCKING MEASURES" he said as he jammed the bun into me, and smashed it against the sides of my thighs/suzi lips. "You will dip the burger in your suzi! All your food will be dipped the whole idea is to get you so used to the taste of pussy, that you won't be eating it like the total slutjob your mom and I know that you were turning out to be." He plucked out the burger and put some in my mouth and watched as I chewed. I could taste myself, sort of salty on the burger. It was pretty nasty, more the thought of this, then the taste itself. "your pussy can't taste THAT bad, it better not, because your not living with us forever! Your going to find some man that you can please when you get old enough, so that you can drain them dry of money instead of me." He was driving faster now. He had me keep my skirt up, and said that everything would be eaten this way. If it was soup or pudding, they'd have to figure it out, he'd ask Doctor Bob what he thought, but even my drinks.he wanted me to squat over a anything I would drink and let out a "little squirt". Then he qualified by saying, in a calmer tone as if that was going to make this any easier, "just a little. You won't hardly know it's there. You'll have to practice." "and every bite will be sopped inside you, then in your mouth ... we'll spot check and if you aren't doing it right, that's not the only hole you'll be dipping in. For Dinner and Breakfast when you are not eating with your hands, you'll be trash receptacle. You will only eat what you let drop out of your twat after we are done putting our finished food there. So the good news is you don't have to clean off the dishes when we are finished eating!" He said that last part as if it was really in my favor to be a garbage hole. The burger was down in about four bites (probably six if It hadn't been so gross to dip myself with my skirt up in front of my dad at every bite.). That's when he announced that I would be getting off on the next exit ramp. "I'll be back in about two hours, here is your sign. I suggest you put some mud or something on your face to cover that glittershit your sister put on your face, or you'll get raped. None of these assholes on the streets are your masters!" he said as if I wondered if they were or not, or more like he expected I was hoping they would be. "Your to get a total of twenty bucks from suckers who think you are homeless. When I get back from where I am going" (The bar) if you don't have the money, you'll be sorry and if you hide it up inside you. Trust me Doctor Bob will find it Your appointment is in two hours, So I won't have a lot of time to waste looking for you. Stay on the off ramp. If you do good, I won't make you do this close to our house in the future! I know your going to be tempted to go fuck a bunch of guys that pull up or something, but I am warning you now, I might be watching, and if I see you get in a car, I am going to put my foot so far up your ass your going to be sucking cocks with my toes in that GODDAMNED CAR!!!" He had managed to infuriate himself with the image of me acting like a willing slut. Where had he got this crazy idea I was loose? How could I live it down, now that I was reduced to eating 29 cent hamburgers from my crotch? I looked at him, with a look of total fear as he stopped on the off ramp and told me what I had to do. "just hold up the sign, and get money. Even a fuck up like you can do that." And off he drove to who knows where, as I was left standing on the off-ramp. This was a lovely day, the kind of weather for a picnic, with the cool wind blowing my hair, and I felt miserable, trapped by my own stupid luck. My tooth still hurt, and now I realized that the skirt I was wearing had holes in it, little ones, that let the wind whip through it to my naked body. Car's honked at me, and just like Dad said the first couple called me a 'whore'. So, taking a little bit of the dirt on the ground, I applied it like make up. First I applied it to my cheeks and then under my eyes. A little dab through my hair (my hair was getting nappier all the time, because of the new 'shower' arrangements, so I figured this won't do much more harm). On each side of the sign was written something in magic marker. On one side it said "Homeless, will do anything for food or money." The other said "Lost dog". I wasn't sure what he meant by that side, but I faced it towards me, and stood there. Soon someone did stop and handed me a dollar. He said "Oh child, you look horrid ... please get off the streets." I wanted to tell him that I really didn't live out here, but how would he understand? How embarrassing would it be to explain that I had a nice home and a normal family, up until last week? How believable would it be to tell him that I had been told to do this? I just took the money. I had no place to keep the money. So I am sure my father thought I would naturally just stick it up my suzi I don't understand how he ever got the idea that would make a good place to put your money. I had it wrapped around my fingers, between my thumb and forefinger, when some guys pulled up in a Big old Ford. I should have known these guys were trouble because they were young-guys, and didn't seem charitable, but at that time I would take what I could get. When I came over to them, they grabbed the money in my hand, and squealed the tires. I tried to keep a grip, but I would have lost the arm if I hadn't let go of my money! When Dad came shortly after, I explained why I only had two dollars and he said that I was lying, and that Doctor Bob would search me very thoroughly. He told me that next time, to keep the money in my suzi. He explained how he had even had 'cut holes in my dress so you don't have to lift up your entire dress, what did you think they were there for, dumbass? I am sure you would want to lift it up out there for all those truckers. " I made it easy ... just fold it, and stick it in." he finally calmed down as we pulled into Doctor Bob's parking lot. Doctor Bob's parking lot had about eight cars there, and he had a veterinary college attached to his building. That always inspires the confidence of a pet owner, who brings their pet to 'students' who will work on it. Well, I imagine Doctor Bob doesn't inspire much confidence in pet owners anyway, because he looks like such a evil man. Still, I am sure his rates are the cheapest so they would put up with that if it's just an animal, and not a family member. Priorities and all. Dad told me that if I "fucked up once, and whined like you normally do whenever your told to do something" that he would personally "drag you by your hair out into the parking lot, and after wearing out your fat-ass, leave you." He didn't say like how long he would leave me. I almost kinda wanted to be let go., even if it meant being left out in the parking lot naked. It could not have been much worse than the fate that lay ahead of me, with more than 80 days left of my "Therapy" and already the rules had been changed and made more extreme. ------- Chapter 7 As we got out of the truck, Dad produced a leash and said "This is a vet clinic, so you gotta have a leash." He pointed to a giant sign that said "If your animal's on a leash, we'll fix it!" What a strange slogan. So he put this ridiculous plain black leash around my neck, and said "you can walk upright, but if your asked, you'll get on all fours" Barefoot, I walked through the parking lot, with this very uneasy feeling in my stomach. A black leash, barefoot with only a stained and cut up old stanky dress, like some kind of "Planet of the Apes" extra followed by their Gorilla. When my dad opened the door to the lobby, there were people in there waiting, a few older people with their dogs or cats, a couple kids about twelve they both laughed. My Dad had been waiting to use this preprared explanation "Well see" he confided to an older lady who looked totally shocked (On purpose so it seemed like he had an explanation that everyone could over hear). "Our medicare was cut, and the sign says if your animal is on a leash. besides it's just a checkup. She doesn't mind wearing it does she?" he stroked my hair, and I almost rolled my eyes, as I nodded. He lied and added "The whole family wears 'em when he we come, it's a nice little loophole to save a few bucks. I love the Doctor here." He seemed satisfied that his excuse made sense (to him). The lady didn't say anything, as he told me to sit. I did and he said "no stupid, not on the couch, remember, on the floor we have to go to a REAL doctor." The boys laughed as I sat on the floor, Indian style. The receptionist was looking at me like I was a total lunatic, but one of the nurses from the back came out and hushed her, and handed my Dad a sheet of paper and said "Oh, this is your (pausing) um, family pet?" to which my dad agreed and she sighed, I think more for the benefit of the others in the room, because she was clearly in one the ruse or she would have told him to get out of here or call the cops or something. "Well, the Doctor is expecting you. I do suppose you got one over on us, I mean holding us to the letter of our slogan and all, but we have no choice to admit her, if she is willing to be treated like the other animals in our care?" she looked at me expectantly. I looked at my Dad and then back to her, and I could hear the tittering of the boys as everyone in the lobby seemed to wait to hear if I had really agreed to this, or if my father was crazy. I could probably have said that he was, and that I wanted out, and asked someone to call the police. The thing is, you gotta remember, my father already had overwhelming evidence in my journal and on videotape of me claiming that I had wanted all this therapy, so he would have just made me look even dumber or crazier. Especially since so much of the stuff that Scottie had done to get me involved was totally unprovable, and I did not dare even tell my Dad who told me to do it. So I just nodded yes, even though I wanted to freak out, and scream. "good, well you obey the rules, and if you don't, then your Dad will be asked to pay the full amount of medical care that a regular doctor's office would charge. No excuses." I think again, she was explaining more for the benefit of those in the room. She took the paper from my father and read it. "I see you classify her as a dog?" My dad said "Well you didn't have a box for people" "I just wanted to clarify ... C'mon with your puppy then. I am sure you don't want everyone in here to know your daughter, I mean your little bitch puppies business." My dad said "Oh I don't mind, I mean, whatever the rules are.we'll follow them." Nice that he was so willing. "Well, I wasn't going to ask you to do this, but there are several things we require of pet owners when they bring in new dogs" pointing to the sign." Since there are young men in here, I was going to bring you right into a private office" My dad read it, the first rule said "All Animals must be secured on a leash, and those over twenty pounds must be muzzled." the second one said "All animals must have all pet-clothes removed, including bells and ornaments." And the third one said "If your pet has not been updated with their shots, then they must receive them before entering the examination area." He asked the father of the two boys if he "minded" without explaining what was going to happen next. He whispered that he really needed to save the money. The father of the two boys reluctantly agreed, but I could almost sense a look on his face that was like "I wonder if they'd do all that." I don't think the father of the two boys knew just what he was agreeing too, but at this stage I was so frightened that I had no idea really who was in on what. I was told to stand, and pull the dress over my head. I just glared at my father for a split second, and no one noticed his hand flinched at me, as if to remind me of just what he'd do if I asked not to do this. I did it, and then he had me get down on all fours totally bare-assed nude with obvious dirty words written on my backside, and clearly my nipples had been painted. All that remained was my leash and my makeup. My hair was twisted into a single pony tail. The boys freaked out, and I think one lady got up and walked out. One dog came around and started sniffing my booty. I am sure he smelled the hamburger when he started licking vigorously his owner pulled him back, and MY dad apologized to the owner of the dog, saying that he would have me do it, but I am now not allowed to speak. That's when they noticed the pacifier in my bootie crack, I had almost forgotten I had grown so accustomed to it. The Nurse plucked it out and said "all ornaments must be removed, I hope there aren't any more?" disapprovingly as she handed it to my father, then she said "and where is your muzzle?" And my father disappeared back to the car, leaving my leash on a door handle telling me "STAY GIRL" and chuckling to himself. When he returned he had some duct tape saying that normal dog-muzzles wouldn't work. I just stood there waiting, in the nude, my hands over my unshaven suzi and across my nipples, He put it on my mouth, and I was already in tears. I think everyone knew something weird was going on because I still had all that dirt on me from before on the off ramp. The nurse came out with several needles, and I looked up at her helpless and she stuck them in my rump, and slowly the medicine burned through my veins. It was a quick sting." Normally, we don't let our dogs stand on their hind legs." but there are a few that I need to inject into her teats since she is a "Bitch". At first I thought she meant I was mean, and she did not even know me. I came to learn a "Bitch" was a female dog. I was allowed to sort of shift and squat and then suddenly injected directly into my nipple "Sir, in the future please wash off all nail polish or whatever this is" she made sure that everyone knew the color of my nipples was not natural. She tried to remain very businesslike. There was a little droplet of blood as the syringe plunged in. I came to learn it was a saline injection and it was designed to give me extra volume in my tits, but only temporarily. All the while the boys were tittering, and their dad was saying "don't watch the nasty girl, I am sure it will be over soon." When she finished a guy came walking in with his Chihuahua, one of those 'taco bell' dogs, and it immediately went crazy. He was stunned by the unlikely sight of seeing my bootie aimed right at the front door, and his dog started trying to hump my leg. My dad peeled it off my naked body and said "I know you liked that, but you could have HELPED get it off your leg.I mean this man didn't bring his sick pup here for that" I couldn't believe it, I thought I was supposed to just be on all fours now he wanted me to fend myself? I was so confused, and at that moment. After my Dad was sure everyone had about as much as they could stand of me, the Nurse announced it was time for me to go in, and get weighed. The earlier receptionist who was a cute woman about twentyish, seemed like she was 'in on it' now, and wasn't surprised any more. I was led past a few new people with their pets, who just let their mouths hang open as I swayed on all fours. I had wondered if my Dad brought my dress or left it out in the lobby. They put me up on a scale. Then they brought me to a room with Doctor Bob in it. My dad had me get up on the cold steel exam table on all fours, and sort of arch my back so my rump stuck out. Doctor Bob looked me over like he was in awe, checking me out real closely. probing me with little devices then he stopped being gentle and ripped off the duct tape from mouth, causing me want to scream, but a gag prevented much from coming out. "as your father explained, you'll be coming here every Wednesday. You'll do the same routine you did in the lobby, so my patients don't suspect ... you're a pretty good actress. I watched the whole thing on the security cam in the lobby. It'll make a funny piece for the first two-hour long tape I make of you." I was shocked, he hadn't mentioned that before "Yeah, your dad signed your rights to me in exchange for this therapy, I get to make a video, of course in America the land of 'no-censorship' and 'freedom of speech' I can't distribute it. However, I can sell it on the Internet and Europe anyway, nothing to worry your pretty little head about, you just act natural. It is more a documentary, and think you'll be a star!!" he laughed at that last part, with others using this study to train their daughters and nieces before they become as far gone as you. He removed the gag and shook off my drool as I gasped for air, since my father had put the duct tape over my mouth and nose,.I had trouble breathing. He started probing my body with different instruments, the deeper parts of my suzi and booty of course, but even my nose and ears" Your dad says that your brother has been looking in here when he searches you for stolen items. Unless something turns up missing from an ant-farm I can't see why because your holes are way too small, but if it amuses him, he has already suffered enough because of your doing." He continued as he jammed things in my mouth and nose, and asked about the chipped tooth." don't you worry, that's not going to be a problem" But he didn't explain, he did have me bite down on some foamy-nasty plastery stuff, and make a mold of my mouth, then he put the same stuff in my bootie and suzi, and made something. He said it was to measure the size of my holes from week to week. That next week, I should be a lot wider, He said it as if he thought that would be some kind of relief to me. He took my temperature. (Rectally of course) and it was very painful and uncomfortable with that cold thermometer up me. That's when he read it and said that he would crazy glue it to the inside of my pacifier nipple" Scottie is going to have to take your temperature every hour at school, and write it down. Then Fax it to me. You should be able to discreetly pull out the pacifier and hand it to him between classes, so he won't be embarrassed." Him Embarrassed? "your on a special program, and I want to monitor your body temperature. This is an extra-long anal-gauge that is used primarily in horses, but I don't have money for fancy-smansy people ones, and I am sure you don't mind something this thin in and out of your buns every hour, right?" asking me as if he thought I really wanted it inside me. I did nod though, when my dad shook my leash a little tighter. Then he called for his nurse, and they led me outside still on all fours for a 'stool sample'. They placed a little cup under me, as I was left chained outside to the fencepost. Cars were driving by, but I doubt they noticed me, down there so close to the ground and behind the chain linked fence. They checked on me every now and then, and my dad urged me to go 'hurry up and do your business." I did as he asked and peed. It dripped down my leg, and barely got into the cup. The lady-nurse look disgusted at me and said "now we just need doo, and if you could sort of play with yourself, I'll scrape some of that off too, oh and spit in this" They got their way, and eventually I had crap down the side of my leg where that had fallen out and landed in the tiny cup. She took it away, and they did actually clean me. I was happy for that. I could tell his lab assistant 'Buster' had been watching me when I fingered myself. They didn't let me do that too long, 'for fear you'll enjoy it." Yeah right, enjoy fingering myself while on all fours tied in your back yard? I was thinking to myself, but not speaking. I had been given a code word of "WOOF" for no, and silence for yes. (assuming I would have to say yes to everything). My dad was actually mad because I was able to do it so quickly "gee, you sure a fucking expert aren't you?" as he through his cigarette on the ground. They led me back inside, and that's when Doctor Bob said that as the tests come back, he was going to describe the new advanced therapy, while he took plastic dildo's and put them in my mouth, suzi and up my poo hole. He'd put one in, and move it around, then take it out suddenly and try to put it in my mouth. He used a few tools to really hold open my suzi and look down inside me with a light. He acted as if this were perfectly normal, and openly discussed this with me with the door to the examination room wide open. He held out a small lit torch, one of those things people might use to weld something very small and delicate. He said "now don't move." And then proceeded to flash-burn off my suzi hair, and scorch my suzi lips! I felt like screaming, but it really didn't hurt that bad, like I was getting numb. He plucked out a few wild hairs from my bottom, and that didn't make me scream either. I was surprised and he said "Burning will keep you shaved longer.You or your brother should pluck your longer hairs growing around your ass crack while your on the perch, about once a week so I don't have to do it. Your Dad suggested we burn off that nap of a head of hair you have, but I wanted to keep it. oh don't worry, you'd get to wear wigs if we made you go bald. I mean, not at home, but when you went out." He applied some kind of lotion to my suzi with his rough calloused hands, and it actually made the stinging and swelling go down. "Hell, you are not taking good care of your head-fur anyway, might as well?" He said jokingly as he pulled my hair roughly. I was starting to drift off to sleep, I couldn't believe it. I felt like raging against it, but he just checked my eyes "Oh too bad, you didn't last longer." at first I thought they were killing me. "That last shot we gave you was a tranquilizer, okay, you go on to beddy-bye then, and when you wake up, we'll finish talking." That's when I noticed him fiddling with wires and tubes, but I was too weak to fight the sleep. When I awoke, I felt a buzzing in my head like how I felt that morning after I had drank all that vodka, but ten times worse. I was disoriented. I could see I was laying flat, outside in the Doctor's Yard on the cold earth, under a bright white lamp. Lucky for me the car's went by so fast, they'd never know I was lying nude on the ground. Doctor Bob and My Dad were chatting, and smoking cigarettes when they noticed me moving Doctor Bob came over and acted very nice "well, well you survived your first check-up (grinning) your doing nicely. But, I have a few exercises for you to do every day that will increase the size of your three holes. Your mouth, pussy and ass are going to have to get bigger for your own good." so he moved my hands to my sore hairless suzi, and begin trying to show me how to play with myself, in this way that basically stretched me out. "Fifteen minutes of that, don't worry, we made a videotape of me doing this to you, and your dad will let you watch while you do it everyday, like an exercise tape, I know you are not going to remember it all.it won't hurt, much. I suppose you'll just have to lick whatever goo cums out of you off your fingers. I Get the luxury of not having to taste you, but we want you to get the all the flavors your body has to offer." "By now, you'll be noticing some of the changes we made this time, every week, your Dad has given me permission to make a few alterations, as necessary. oh don't worry, most of it isn't permanent ... we can make it go away if you do as we say, and your going to like this we're going to give you a few choices" I was rubbing my jaw, I could tell they had done something to my mouth to make it wider! "Oh, you're a big mouth, now aren't ya?" and they both laughed. "Well take a look at your leg, that's the real thing we want you to notice." I looked down, and on one leg there was a black leather strip, with a bunch of hoops on it. "Your father was going to take my suggestion and have something like this fastened around your neck, but he thought it might not go with all your outfits, so he wanted it more discreet, it won't ever come off,.not unless I cut it off. It's going to hold your beads, ah don't worry, it's basically super-glued on." I was just staring down at it in shock, the hoops jingling. "Your going to get pierced too but that'll be next visit, when your holes aren't as swollen. Just about every part of you will be pierced some how. that's so you can earn extra beads, because that ankle bracelet will only hold 90 beads and you have to earn two hundred. Now we know you like to keep stuff inside you, I pulled a god-damned sliced pickle and a piece of onion outside of your pussy tonight, ya know. So of course, you'll have about ten piercing including your ears, then after that you'll just have a string of them, and you'll have to keep them up inside of you. Some weeks your dad may want you to keep them in the fish tank, so the whole family can see how many you have, or swallow them but don't worry, if you swallow them and can't pass them again, I will find a way to get them out." He grinned this evil grin. What the hell was he talking about? He kept saying this as if I should understand why I needed two hundred beads, and made it sound like this was supposed to be something I wanted to happen. "What the fuck are beads?" I was thinking. The whole thing was something I hadn't wanted to happen. I hadn't had much choice in the matter. I mean at first I had. Lately though I had been basically what Dad said "Family property" and everything that happened to me, seemed to just be happening to me, no matter what I did. What Doctor Bob was saying was that the last two days was just 'conditioning for the real therapy" and what he was about to 'offer' me, was going to changes things from me basically being a slave with no say, to at least.well, come to think of it, basically a slave who has the chance to buy her freedom, and the right to refuse her masters... I wanted to struggle and run off, I also wanted to ask questions and clarify what was expected of me. Why did I care what was expected of me? I mean, what difference would it make? Clearly, this was just short of rape, although it seemed far, far, worse than just forced sex. ------- Chapter 8 Still totally butt-naked, and up in a gyno chair, wide open I had lost tracked of the time tonight. It's easy to say this was humiliating, but I really didn't want to give them the pleasure of seeing my naked fear as well as my naked butthole, which it turns out Doctor Bob seemed to be totally fixated on. "So this is where you are going to enter the advanced therapy" they were both sticking things in my mouth, wider and wider, with a tape measure, and my dad worked my neck to nod me whenever Doctor Bob paused to see If I understood. "You see, I am sure you are enjoying the attention your dad and everyone has been placing on your filthy habits." He said as he smacked my buttcheeks around. "your going to taste a lot better in the near future." Running his fingers inside me, and tasting them "much better! still tastes like pussy, but a lot fresher than before, you should be thanking me. I could have left it nasty like how you keep it." I couldn't believe how insulting he was, and how blunt as he did the same to my booty-hole hinting that he put some sort of freshening agent in me surgically. "but we cannot continue to do things the way you want them." He continued. He couldn't be farther from the truth, but I had no choice but to listen, besides I wanted to know about these beads, he seemed to hint that there was a way out of things even earlier. I was already in for a dime, might as well for a dollar. Especially if I ended this. They seemed to be fond of opening and squeezing my butt cheeks, and playing with my heineyhole until it curled up or my muscle flexed some. "Your basically a marionette," he saw I didn't know what the word meant. "A stupid fucking puppet, okay? Shit don't you learn anything in that fucking school? Why do we even waste time sending you?" then Doctor Bob settled back into his explanation. "you just do whatever we tell you, which is good it's also too damned easy for you. Your dad says with the exception of a little bit of whining, you did whatever he said. You got totally naked infront of two young boys in MY lobby. You think they came here to see that? You just got down on all fours with no concern what-so-ever for what you were exposing them too." I had no idea where he was going with this. I did what I was told, which is what I thought I was supposed to do. I didn't see that I had much choice, but he was about to change all that. It was really making me feel weird, the things he said. I could feel the wrinkles just curling up on my forehead, like a mixtureof shame, fear, guilt and this feeling that no matter what I did, it was wrong. Like playing 'monkey in the middle' you can't win. He went on to describe how from now on the therapy was going into "high gear", he would analyze my choices, and determine what the next steps would be. "There are no right or wrong choices in this therapy, Sherry.It's all about you getting better. Of course some choices are righter than others." He wasn't making a lot of sense to me. He seemed to be fond of these vague almost riddle like "explanations", when all I really wanted was things to be quickly spelled out, so I could hurry up and end this with as minimum a damage as possible... "It's all about consequences Sherry." he said as he placed a picture taken of me at school when Scottie made me smoke a cigarette butt he found on the ground in front of his friends. The picture was cropped so that it only showed me. "smoking at school, or drinking your dad's liquor, or letting your mom walk into the bathroom while you poop, the list goes on. All of these choices, led to consequences." "That's what we are going to do, we are going to look at your choices, and we are going to give you consequences. Nothing too complicated, because I know your not the sharpest marble!" he gave my nipples a sharp tweak, as he pulled them I realized they had put a very big metal stud in both of them! I parted my lips to let out a gasp, and poopy-tasting fingers were thrust in before I could get out a slight protest. My Nipples were sore as hell (and that's not all!). I kept wondering how they had gotten that photo of me with the cigarette. They must be following me, or watching from a distance. I always thought I might be paranoid, but now.It starts to make sense. "See from now on, there are rules you'll live by, and you gotta follow them, these are the core rules of your therapy, your father called them "House Rules" earlier. You know, the perch, and calling us master ... and doing the housework. All that shit from before. The good news is even though you have no choice, you get one bead for every day you do things just right. If you do extra good, your dad may give you a second one. If you do poorly he may not give you one, or he may take a few away, that I am going to leave up to him." "Of course why are you earning these beads? Well those are the consequences. see you'll get to wear the beads, except of course when your dad wants to display them. When you earn two hundred the therapy is over and you can go back to your life. I will probably give you a final exam, and remove anything we may have done that was semi-permanent." I winced as he stroked my neck. I could see that he had the habit of casually reaching down to his thing, and tweaking it every now and then in his pants. He noticed that I saw, but didn't say anything. "If you can earn them sooner than 90 days that's the deal. You'll be free, and we won't hold anything you did as family property against you or mention it again. We'll destroy what evidence we have on your interest in doing this, except of course what we may need in case you decide to say something later or revert to your old ways before you are 18 and out of your fathers custody, but I promise we won't show it unless necessary" Interest? I had no interest in this, but I could see they were going to ensure that it looked like I did want and need this therapy. 'Why me?' I thought as I tried to tune out the plastic dildo's being slowly pushed into my rear and mouth and suzi. "so that's the consequences to doing what your told. You'll need to earn more than one bead a day.That's the good news!" How could that be good news? I thought to myself. "see, anything outside the core rules, you can say you won't do. This will also keep your brother and anyone else that is a master more honest, because your father can limit the total number of beads they have for you, and ultimately he gets to decide how many you may lose, for something as a punishment. Normal ass-beatings' he said as he slapped my mouth hard 'aren't much of a punishment to a girl like you, you thrive on that, you resist and crave it. You like us looking at your nasty hairlessness." (He paused and chose his words, My Dad was still my Dad I guess, and Doctor Bob did want to at least thinly pretend that this was just tough love with a twist)" at your body, and you like being slapped, so that won't do. Nope, taking your beads, is the best punishment." "Anyhow, you'll have to agree from time to time to add a new thing to your core rules from now on, like since your dad already said you have to dip all your own food in your gash, then eat it ... that's a core rule. But let's say Tina wanted you to (he paused).Oh, I dunno (more thinking) anything you drink, first swill it in your mouth then spit it back in the cup, then drink it through a straw?" I could tell he was thinking aloud. "That's something you could work out for a few beads, probably two at the most." He quickly added "you know for agreeing to it for the entire time your property.Not just that one time ... of course". He said 'Of course like it was so obvious to anyone. "See, we are trying to be fair. Your humiliation is healthy because it will wake you up from the belief that this nymphomania and path you are on is a glamorous one of rebellion. We are trying to make sure you have a choice in all of this, I hope you appreciate the great lengths that we are going, to demonstrate to you the dangers of perversion at the level, which you find yourself?" Then he continued "They might also ask you to do something one time,.like for example, next week I want you to help me. I have to teach a class, and all you have to do is help out for a few hours, I might give you a few beads if you're a big help.It won't kill ya. And there are mostly guys in the class ... I know you hate to let women look at that naked body of yours, but you don't mind men, right?" my Dad made me nod yes, and Doctor Bob slapped my buttcheeks and said "that's fucking right, you whore. but hey for those few hours, they won't know that you are a slutty little perv in therapy for her aggressive self-destructive tendencies. You'll get to be my assistant, so it'll be a nice break for you." "Anyway, you can think about it, and sign the permission slips tomorrow. What I have explained is just the half of it,.see, if you want special privileges, you can use those beads to buy them I know that the school prom is coming up, and I know you don't really want to take that fat-ass boy you had at your house, what was his name? Cartman? He might be the only one who'd go out in public with you, but there are a few kids at your school who would go out with you no matter what your reputation. Now, If we can make sure you won't use that as a chance to just fuck the boy, we might consider letting you go in exchange for, oh lets say 10 beads and you could even wear a nice gown, with no cum stains on it or anything." laughing Of course I had no desire to go to Prom, now. And certainly not with Cartman. I guess they were just teasing. "You also get one bead for every new master we give you. You might even be able to help recruit some one. Your dad gets to decide if they are in or not, but every new master we give you from now on, will earn you one shiny new bead." He held one up and started attaching three to my leg-anklet. "These are what you have earned so far". Shiny plastic beads, not very wide around with a little hole in the center." "Show her the book" my dad said, and removing his finger from my asshole, Doctor Bob showed me a stack of information that came from a computer or something. "These are places that you will end up if you don't earn all two hundred beads within 90 days. The reason we will send you, is that it will be obvious to EVERYONE you knew or respected, that if you don't earn the beads, you weren't interested in getting better. You WANTED this and worse to happen to you, since we will be giving you every opportunity to earn the beads you need." He paused as he leafed through the pages, each one had a picture that looked pretty nasty on it. I suppose they got this off the internet again. "you will visit some of these places, and each one will in its own way be particularly bad and much more drastic than anything we are going to do to you during your therapy. I can't say as to when if ever you'd get to come back if you lose for good. Your Dad will decide where you utlimately go, after you have had our final exam in oh yeah, not ninety, you only have eighty-seven days since you've already had three days.if you don't get the beads ". I was not sure how he could count the previous days, since this bead thing was all new and being explained to me while I was half sedated. THE LIST OF CONSEQUENCES FOR ADMITTING I AM A TOTAL SLUT WITHOUT ANY REDEEMABLE QUALITIES: -State-Prison: "The conditions are pretty good but we'd make sure you get assigned to the road crews for a real long time, we already have enough evidence on things to send you away for at least a year, maybe more." -The Circus: "I don't know if the side-show would take you like how you are now, but I imagine if we made a few changes, and maybe some more piercings and tattoos, a third titty or an incredible amount of body hair. There's this midget I know that works for a small outfit, he won't ask much questions. If nothing else you could shovel elephant shit for a few months, and take care of the carnies". He left it at that and went to the next page, but somehow I couldn't escape the image of me trapped in a booth at the midway retrieving stuffed animals with my arms as boys pumped quarters into a peep show like device. There was a picture that showed chained women in cages held up in "V" like position with their legs straight up and an almost auction taking place. I wondered how they got away with doing this to the girl posing, and started to wonder if this wasn't the first "Therapy" doctor Bob ever did. It seemed like they were making it up as they went but now it was hard to be sure. -The "Mermaid": "These Bikers I use to ride with, run this bar downtown, you'd be living there. Before you go thinking it'd be a chance for you to just show your filthy cooter to anyone who'd look at it, think about this, first your money would be the club's money, and second they'd dope you up so bad, you'd never know which way was up. You might like that, but when they get done putting cigarette butts where the sun don't shine, and using you, I am sure you'd understand your dad couldn't ever let you come home. That's a life-long one, I am afraid, and a short life for most" he acted like he was genuinely sorry. The bastard. -"Econ-Med Labs:" "Located in a pristine University Campus" is how the next page started, and I could tell that they figured that I would WANT this choice, I guess because there'd be college-age guys there, but honestly it didn't sound real attractive. After all, this wasn't as a student, but as a test-subject for 'undisclosed' subjects, that seemed to hint at some thing that was probably even worse then having these two people who I had known most of my life sticking plastic dildo's into my body in what they were now calling 'holes A, B, and C' and sometimes into places that they wouldn't even fit. Infact the only thing I could tell about this place, and I suppose that was the scariest part, was that the 'plastic surgery' guarantee offered 'up to 500,000$ in plastic reconstructive surgery upon successful completion of the course of study". I wasn't too sure what reconstructive was, but it sure didn't SOUND like getting a boob job or something. -"Mexico": This page listed several business's, that sounded fairly normal. They went on to describe a migrant farm community, nearby 'baby farm' which had something to do with 'comfort during the third trimester'. I was shocked, they wouldn't really send me to a place where I'd have babies? And there seemed to be no explanation as to why the women were having babies. -"Jimmy-Jim's meet packing facility": This page didn't say anything at all, it just had a picture of a factory on it. I swallowed and they both grinned at each other. I wasn't sure if this was one of those 'scared straight' tactics they try on kid's who shoplift or something, and I wasn't sure why I was so afraid of working at a meat plant, but I just got cold chills All that gore and blood, yuck! Probably having to get all the butchers hard by skipping around in the nude in their fridge with my boobs popping out all hard. yuck. "this is just what we found over the last three days. We know you like surprises, so if the final day comes we may let you choose randomly. Now you're probably missing the sexual experiences you crave ... but trust me, things are going to get more interesting over the next few weeks. I doubt it's going to be anything you have ever been used to, but you like surprise right?" I had to nod. I remember having used that exact expression last year when I was asked what I wanted for my birthday "I love surprises" I said, I didn't think much of it at the time, and I guess Doctor Bob had picked up on it and would not let it drop. What happened after they let me get up was pretty amazing (compared to what had gone up to now). They walked me on all fours outside, naked of course. It was dark and car's streamed passed, but I felt so much heat, that I really kinda liked the cool air against my skin. Whatever they had done to me on the checkup, I think they had put something in my blood stream that made me hot-natured. I felt sweaty. At the time I thought it was my imagination. Then, They let me put on the dress, and took me to a nearby church fair. They bought me three fanta-Orange soda's, and some sugary-thing called an 'elephant ear'. They had me bounce around in this ridiculous bouncy castle with some thirteen year olds and stuff. At first I figured they just wanted them to look up my dress somehow, but they really wanted me to just bounce around a lot. After they got me kinda hyper from all that activity, and really seemed to be nice, they said "well that was our treat to you for being so good" (I am a little too old for fairs to be fun, but at this point I was willing to take whatever I got!) then they took me back to the vet office, had me strip in the freaking parking lot, and came in to the classroom part of his building. It was a large auditorium, and they had a camera on me. I had to sit on a stool, faceing the camera and play with my now hairless and puffy suzi. Then they had me read this script they had wrote and it was pretty stupid, things I'd never say like some kind of silly-slut doll. "You're a good actress, come on do it like you mean it." I was so high on sugar, that I probably seemed like a peppy cheerleader. They had me explain that I wanted to do 'advanced therapy', that I dreamed it up to analyze why I had asked to be treated this way. That I had wanted to earn the beads. Then I was supposed to act like I wasn't sure if I didn't' deserve what happens if I don't earn all of them and that I would wait and see how I did over the next 86 days (it was now the 4th day as it was like 3am). I was basically setting myself up to take full blame for this, and I couldn'' believe I had gone along with it. In between sentences I was to take my finger out of my suzi and lick it, but several times I didn't just to see if they were really paying attention. They were. At the very end, they surprised me by having me read the side rules as if I was making it up on the fly, and I heard myself say (but could hardly believe it!) "Oh and if I earn all the beads ahead of time, I hope you'll still make me do all ninety days at least, but I appreciate your willingness to disrupt your lives to allow me to overtly display my sexuality in the home and I hope I can both amuse and perform chores and good deeds on your behalf" and "And if I don't have all 200 beads on the ninetyith day, then your worstest fear is true, I didn't really want to be cured, and instead of some of those places I asked to go, I have agreed to the following places for consideration. I then read off the pages that had been described to me as if I was pitching the next family vacation. This reminded me that next week the Family Reunion would be taking place and I could only imagine what was in store for me there or if my parents would even dare to bring this to the entire family. When I had finished the tape, I said that they would each earn 5 beads a day, Miss Susan, Miss Tina, Master Scottie, Master Daddy, and Master Bob. The other Masters would be given 20-30 beads total for the duration of the therapy as I did not want to tempt them to be biased towards me by offering sexual favors. The beads they earned could be given to me in exchange for my willingness to accept new perilous therapy and they would be trusted to offer fair tests of my aversion therapy and administer reasonable costs for any priveledge I may request. When it was all done, they caught this last part on tape but I had not known it. Simple me, said "What about Master Rusty?" having forgotten the dog in the tape. They both laughed and said "Oh, well he is just a dog hon, he can't really be trusted to enforce the rules. " Thinking for a moment Doctor Bob added "But little miss bitch, if you want to live EXACTLY like Rusty for 24 hours, you can earn one extra bead. You just say the word." With that the tape ended. I had just watched it for the second time, this time it was the morning after and my Mother and Tina were quiet at the breakfast table, while I faced away from them on all fours, the goosebumps running down my spine as I nudged my nose into the table scraps I had for myself. They knew what it was all about, and they said nothing. No one did, there was just silence for a while before getting permission to get ready for school. ------- Chapter 9 The silence was soon broken, as I received a firm kick in my ass. I mean to say Bootie, but for this kick it was "In the ass" or so my mom said. She basically went crazy for about 15 minutes, shouting obscenities at me on how she raised me and how I turned out, and how I was a bad influence on Tina (for once no one mentioned Scottie!). I did not know what to say, all the shouting and anger from her, in her disapproval had built up, and now she had fallen for the tape. There was no really denying the tape and saying Dad made me do it, it looked so obvious that I was not coached and that I could have not taken it so far. "AGH little girl if you want to be a whore, if you want to be a slut I ... I I." she thudded another kick into my crapper and then she stopped and started crying on my fathers shoulder who was reassuring her once the outburst had passed that he was going to do his best to ensure that I was not this way, and that all he had said to her, his worries were true, but that through tough love and through hard work, of every member of the family, they could save me." Save me? From who? Myself? I wondered, but I did not dare get up from all fours. Tina finally spoke up, and said "Well, I am not worried about it. If Sherry has to be naked, we've all seen her that way, and I don't " she was cut off by my mom who told her that she did not understand the entire situation yet, and that she should not even have been exposed this far too it. That morning my dad let me go out in the yard and doo-doo by myself, and no one really seemed all that interested in putting new rules up on the fridge or even what I was going to wear. In fact the rest of the week did not really go as badly as I had expected. Instead, they started to warm up to the idea of beads for new rules, and by Friday I had agreed to the following (Shown in alphabetical order by Master) MASTER BOB: 2 beads per class: I had agreed to fill out the permission slips and naturally Master Daddy signed them. I was to show up every Thursday evening class and perform as an assistant (after this one). MASTER DAD: 2 beads: Weekly, will wash the car, and mow the lawn/rake it wearing only a white tank top, and string bikini bottoms. If anyone stops who is driving by, I am to offer them my dad's business card and say that I am for hire. 5 beads: Take a job at Wendy's. This was down on Martin Luther King Blvd, and all my wages go directly to the family. I must work at least 12 hours per week and responsible to get there by foot after work. Dad is to know if I work any extra hours and I will receive additional beads if I work more hours. The first week was very hard and as I was the only white girl working there, I received a great deal of hazing from the other workers who called me "rat head" due to my hair getting more and more ratty. I was allowed to wear nothing under my uniform and shoes only for work. 3 beads: NO sitting on the furniture in the house, the sweat from my bootie and my "snail trail" as he called it prevented me from using furniture for any reason other than on all fours at the coffee table. MISS SUSAN: (My mom) 5 beads: I was not allowed to call her mom or tell anyone I was her daughter. I was to say that I was just a foster child. MASTER SCOTTY: 3 beads: Instead of just table scraps at the end of the meal, Scotty could prepare a "Snack" for me once per day out of the garbage, of anything that was not more than 3 days old, was previously edible and not meat or dried milk. 1 bead: A kitten's collar with a bell was placed around my neck, with a dog tag that said "Bitch" under it. It was not to be removed during the entire contest. 1 bead: I would do Master Scotty's homework every day, as well as Cartmans and my new masteresses from school. 2 bead: not only will I now go nude around the house, but I will wear leather wrist restraints to prevent me from accidentally covering myself unless given permission. The restraints are attached together by a length of chain and connect behind my back. I am to ask permission to wear them before coming in the house under ANY circumstance even rain. Lost one bead: Master Scotty offered me a chance to win one bead by putting four ice cubes in my suzi hole in 2 minutes. I failed. MISS TINA: 1 bead: I was to watch her favorite shows "Strawberry Shortcakes" for one hour per day in her room while she put glitter make up on me or played dress up. 1 bead: As I was not paying attention the first time I watched "Strawberry Shortcakes" I further agree that Miss Tina can ask 10 questions about it afterwards and if I fail more than half of them I am to dress like Strawberry Shortcakes in HER Halloween costume that does not fit and go ask a Master to spank me very hard. PRIVELEDGES (I spent only a few beads) 1 bead: 1 shampooing of the hair on my head 1 bead: I am now allowed to brush my teeth once per day. TOTAL BEADS BY SATURDAY MORNING: 23 DAYS REMAINING: EIGHTY-FOUR As you can see almost all of them had beads to spare to be generous with, and I was off to a very good start. I was hoping to end this sooner than the days I had remaining. I had also started sleeping inside the garage on newspaper. As I mentioned to you, that night I would end up with newsprint on my body and my dad would read It in the morning. The Ink rubs off. The beads were jangling on my leg collar like a pearl necklace the Saturday Morning of the Garage Sale. I brought everything of mine downstairs to the garage and noticed that was ALL that was for sale, with the exception of a few bric-a-brac and photo albums mom had for sale, and I was told ALL of my stuff was for sale for a nickel each, regardless of its original value. Whether that be a CD player or a N-Synch CD. I would be given one bead per dollar I earned at the garage sale and that I would be fined if one bead per penny I charged more than the nickel I was allowed to charge. It was explained that poverty can be healthy and that the release of my worldly goods would help me to say good bye to my old ways. I was in tears, as they handed me an old dusty t-shirt and Scotty released my wrist-straps so that my hands could be free that morning. I thought the T-shirt was all I would be allowed to wear, until I realized Scotty was handing me ALL my old clothes and telling me to put them on. We finally stopped after the fifth layer of clothes. "Okay sis, here is your sign" It read "Clothes off my back, Nickel a piece" Then he set up shop at the cash register and directed me to stand at the edge of the car port as a mannequin. The first people there were early morning bargain hunters who considered me more of a joke than taking me seriously. They were too busy buying choice items of mine to pay attention to me. By 7AM a Haitian woman with about 8 kids started to feel the material on my clothes. I got nervous, but having been told to stay still, I tried to comply. All the kids started to pull on my clothes and laugh when they realized I would not resist, and their mom shushed them and just started removing t-shirts and having me step out of long pants and my shoes so she could hold them up to her daughters to size them. She acted like it would be a real big decision, but these clothes were only a nickel a piece, for 75 cents she could own them all, and here she was picking and choosing and try to even barter with Scottie who was amused by the predicament. She ended up taking over 45 minutes to make a decision, having brought me down to my last t-shirt, the first one Scotty gave me, it said "H.R Puffenstuff" and had to be from when I was 12 years old. She did not speak much English, but she managed to ask "Do you have more?" motioning to panties. For this day, I had on a small collection of panties, about 4 pair to be exact and I reluctantly said "Yes, Ma'am". "Where at?" she said, her children were wandering around by now, the novelty of pulling on my arms and legs having long since worn off. Scotty took a break from selling my stuff and came over and lifted my shirt enough for her to see that the panties were on my body. "Remove please?" I guess in Haiti its okay for kids to go without clothes in the front yard and play in the sprinklers and what not, but this were the suburbs and up to now, I had not had to be totally bare-ass in the front yard with all the neighbors being able to see if they look out their window or drive past on a lovely Saturday Morning of Easter weekend. I looked at Scottie, who had that look on his face, like "Yes, you are going to have too". I should have known he would not care what the neighbors thought about my nudity. "If I do this" I said "Master Scotty, will I be allowed to go back in when all the clothes are gone?" "No Sis, I have an Easter Bunny outfit for you to sell next. Now don't keep the customer waiting." He said smiling to the Haitian Mother who stood unsure of what we were saying. I did not know whether to remove the t-shirt or the panties first, so thinking she could already see the t-shirt, I slipped off the panties one by one until she had them all. She actually sniffed them to check for cleanliness and shrugged. Then she said "Sixty cents for what I have here?" To Scotty, clearly not seeing me as a person who could barter the prices of her own clothes. "Ah no, I think I need ninety five cents for all that stuff or I will have to ask you to put it all back on her." Seeing her mom was almost done, the kids returned and begin climbing up my leg and jumping and pulling on me. One of them got up to my shoulder and starting tugging on the pig tails that were chosen for me by Miss Tina today (to match her own), before her mother pulled the little black five year old off of me. "Seventy?" she offered. "Seventy five and you can have all" he motioned to the discards she had carefully set on the ground, that I would have been able to put back on if she had only chosen NOT to take the deal. Naturally, she saw a bargain and said "Okay." But added "T-shirt too?" pointing to my chest. "Yes, Yes of course, HR Puffenstuff is big in Haiti, right?" Sneered Scottie, and then as I pulled the shirt over my head revealing my bare hairless body on the side of my long drive way, with only a small leg bracelet and my beads and a cats collar around my neck, I was not sure if the rule still applied that I had to not cover myself, but it felt right to do so. So I Did. Her kids BURST into laughter, and saw my total nudity as a chance to totally jump all over me and start pulling on my new titty piercing and at my skin all over. Nothing sexual, this was just an all out grab and tackle kind of thing. When they were gone, I had grass itch, was laying in the yard naked and three of my beads had been knocked off in the play and were clearly in the mouth of her youngest child. I called out to her for them as she loaded my stuff into her car, but she just smiled and said "put some clothes on, dear." As she got in the car like this was a normal day in her family. Scottie through one of my mom's old Halloween costumes at me, it was a Playboy bunny outfit, with just the upper golden part, heels, bunny ears, and there was a butt plug with a piece of cotton on it and the words "Feed Me" attached to it. A hole had been slit in the bottom of the outfit. I put it on as quickly as I could, leaving the butt plug for last, as I had to remove my thermometer to put it in, and I had gotten used to vaselineing myself every day before school for the ease of removal. At this stage, I had no idea how many had seen me naked, but I was sure at least a few people had. More neighbors started to make their way over to "See what we had for sale". It was mostly older men without their wives, who just "Happened" to have a few minutes. They looked me over and went back to their wives before they got in trouble for staying too long. Obviously the wives minded, but they also wanted the dirt on their next door neighbor's kid! By 2 PM there was not much left, even my bed had been sold. I was allowed to "Hop" into the house, getting an extra bead for my performance outside today, and with the profits less the three that were stolen I had earned a grand total of 1 bead. They let me cry for a little while, all except for my mom who could not believe I had worn her old bunny costume out there and insisted I remove it. Scotty was able to convince them for me to keep the "Tail" and the bunny Ears since it was Easter Weekend, and for playing Easter Bunny and hiding eggs for Miss Tina I earned another bead (She was fond of ONLY giving one bead no matter how hard or simple the task). Later that day, I had to assume the kneeling position and ask for permission from anyone who will allow me to use the bathroom. The family had almost made rituals out of the punishments, and there was a spot in the front room where I would kneel and hope someone would say yes. That day when I went out to doo-doo in the backyard, after taking out the butt plug, Master Rusty followed me and sniffed my booty. Dad was with me and told me to allow it. I felt uncomfortable, but after I released my poo on the ground, Master Rusty ate it. Without even a moments thought, the dog ate it. "OH my god?" I said, surprised. "You did not thank your Master for not making you carry it back inside." "Thank you Master Rusty" I said, playing along. "That's not how you thank him. Eat one of his." "Oh no" I was not going to do that. Dad punched me as hard as he could on the back and said "You will LOSE one bead for every time you use the word NO in my presence, is that understood?" as he reached over and plucked off a bead. "Yes?" I said. He did not make me eat the dogs doo, he just marched back in and left me laying flat on the ground out in the backyard. But he locked the back door on his way in. I had no idea if he intended for me to stay out here or what. He had not yet released my wrist-cuffs so my arms were still bound behind my back. I had already been seen naked in the front yard, so I decided to run around the front of the house and the front door was locked too. I realized they wanted me to stay outside. I ran to the back again, and began sitting in the middle of the yard, hoping that there were no ants. There was a swing and of course Rusty's Dog House, but that was about it and I had already given up my right to sit on furniture IN the house, not wanting to find out that the swing counted as furniture, and it was unfinished wood that might be painful to my bottom anyway in splinters. That weekend it was explained to me after about an hour would become a "DOGGY WEEKEND". Basically, I was to be a dog until Monday Morning at 4am, when I would be allowed to get ready for school. I would not get off all fours for any reason, I would not leave the backyard unless "walked" (which I Was not walked out in public). I would eat only dog food, and I would respond in only barks. If I failed I would lose 5 beads, and if I succeed they gave me 2 beads. My dad came out and took photographs of me laying in the dog house next to "Master Rusty" and said "How does it feel to be in the dog house, cunt? I bet you won't ever steal from ME again, or tell me no?" I could not say no I would not, so I just said "Yes, that's right, Master" and he smiled and went in to leave me with the crickets as if he was letting me have a camp out like I used to so many years ago with Scotty when things were much more innocent than now. ------- Chapter 10 BEAD COUNT: 23 DAYS REMAINING: EIGHTY-TWO This entire week could be summed up like the first week, only harder and now everyone had grown a little more accustomed to the routine of me coming from school and putting on wrist cuffs and walking around nude, trying to get dinner ready and chores done in between showing respect for my "Masters". At school, my reputation was turning into mud. Cartman had come over on Monday for Dinner that I made, and I am not sure what was worse, wearing see thru tops to school or having people think I actually wanted to date someone who lit his own farts at the dinner table. I was wearing so much make up by this point, that it was Halloween everyday. The dresses were skimpy and the tops either so sheer that my new nipple rings (which did I mention were sore as hell? They were not just rings, but actually a metal bar with twin loops attached. The purpose probably known only to Doctor Bob). Scotty made sure that I had in my thermometer every hour on the hour, and there probably wasn't a single boy from Freshman on up in my school and some teachers for that matter, who had not at least seen my back-hole and I would imagine within the first week I had sucked 100 cocks. I was actually told I was NOT allowed to have actual vaginal/anal sex by my father who said this therapy did not involve getting pregnant. He also seemed to believe that oral was not pleasurable but the other two types of entry would be. It was actually a pleasure to work at Wendy's with all that grease. The only down side was now all the black guys that work there had heard about me and assumed I would suck their cocks. I was starting to almost revel in how I was shocking my coworkers and the students at the classes. Their entire world view of me as this nice girl next door had suddenly changed, and the nastiest high school slut before or after would probably never be as bold as I was. In Gym I was not even bothering to worry about the big holes in my oversized shorts or tank top. I might as well have been naked, and since everyone had already saw me, the best thing I could do was make it uncomfortable for Scottie to see me "not care" that I was being watched. This coming Saturday I was told that if I was a good girl and had earned at least fifty beads by Saturday I could go to "River Park" a fun water ride park with the rest of family. If I failed, I would be babysat by one of the other Masters and basically do chores over at their house. They also said that one of those couples who saw me last week wanted a house girl. So the highlights of the week could probably be described by day: MONDAY AND TUESDAY: Master Albert is the Football coach who had been one of my dad's friends and had "volunteered" to run me off the team, by making it hard for me to play to his boss the head coach. The head coach was a reasonable god-fearing man who really did not want me anywhere near his players, not as a cheerleader much less a quarter back. My reputation as a "slut" had preceded me to even him, even though up to this point, I had not had SEX with anyone. Master Albert offered me 2 beads for each practice I did not pass out, but I was basically expected to shower and change with the guys, and go out on the field and actually play. The very first dress out though, surprisingly most of the other boys were intimidated by me, and I don't think anyone snuck peaks at me while I changed in a separate section of the locker room. The very first day I came home covered in mud and bruises and obviously the head coach did not totally believe Master Albert would run me off so he had some star players make sure to rub my face in the mud as well. Dad fined me 3 beads for it, but allowed me to quit the team IF I would come back the following day and personally apologize to each of them. That Tuesday I did just as I was told, and I showed up with my jersey folded in the locker room. When I made the speech one of them shouted "Suck our dicks!" and my eyes opened wide. I look at Master Albert and he said quickly "Alright boys, you all want that?" I am sure the guy who shouted it was just blowing off steam and being macho, but Albert did want to capitalize on his power. "Okay, I'll give you one bead for each guy you can suck off in twenty minutes. We got thirty here, but if you can't do 15, you lose them all" he said and no one understood. He pointed to my leg and said show them. I lifted my leg and then he said "now strip, if you want the beads". I started to say that I did not want to do it, however it was such a short period of time, and these guys all thought I was a slut. I mean I had laid out all weekend for just two beads naked in the mud. So if Albert wanted to give away the beads, then I should earn them and be done? A little pain now, for a big gain! Surprising everyone, it took me about ten seconds to slip off my silly outfit, I was reduced to my collar, the nail polish on my boobies having been refreshed the night before, and the word "cowpie" written across my shaven pussy slit, so that COW is on the left and PIE is on the right. (today's word of the day). It was clear I had a babys binky in my ass, but no one said a word, I got on my knees and prepared myself for sinking lower than I had ever sunk. Master Albert lined up the boys and after the first couple guys shot off in my mouth I realized they were jerking a little before they got to me, so I took the authority and had two stand in front of me while I played with them with both hands and took the middle boy. They alternated on my face and I lost track of time. When I was finished 45 minutes had passed and ALL the boys had used me, some twice. I had lost count, and my face and hair were totally covered in semen. I was sweating and at the very end, they all came and poured Gatorade on me and signed me like I was a "game ball". Saying that I Was an honorary "Trojan" (the team name, how ironic?). Master Albert laughed at me, because the time limit meant no one was for sure. He gave me ten beads and said "Split the difference, now get out of here. But you better be here for every home game. We may need your services afterward." To which the exhausted team members all yelled out an "AMEN" and then went to shower before even dressing out for practice. I was done with my football career. The next morning I watched in horror as I ate the family left overs, as the sports guy showed footage of me on my one and only football practice and called me a "Bra Burning Feminist who refuses to accept the stereotypes" and showed footage of me wearing a slutty outfit with clearly no bra. "Lets keep our eyes on this firebrand, she is sure to shake up the sports community." Then he paused and said "Oh, this just in, I am told now by a caller, that after a big send off from her team mates, she quit the game, appawently it was too hard for the little girl." He said the last part in baby talk. Now I was on the NEWS? Oh my god. That day it was all over school what I had done, and by Thursday my dad had me agree to charge five dollars per blow job and for every fifty dollars I would receive one bead. He said he left it up to me on who to do it on and when, because he knew I was a slut who craved cock it was better than getting pumped. That week it became apparent my popularity was growing with some, as I earned close to one hundred and twenty five dollars. I was told I was strictly forbidden to charge more than five dollars and that I could not swallow, only spit it into a cup Dad had me bring home and put on my now barren trophy case in my old room. However, before I get to ahead of myself let me tell you what happened on Wednesday. WEDNESDAY: "HUMP DAY" a repeat of last week, this time I was walked from the parking lot wearing basically a doggy sweater and a small loin cloth, which he removed PROMPTLY at the door of the office. The paper work went smoothly and an old doggy muzzle had been put around my mouth, but it actually was a "bit" and I had to bite down on it, causing me to drool. "Careful fella" he said to an accountant type who was there with his Shit-zhu, "She may be rabid" Dad giggled to himself as he sat next to him purposely to make him uncomfortable. A naked girl with only a leash sitting in the same position as his dog. I think Dad was really satisfied with shaking up people, and I was actually glad that he was more pleased with my actions today. I was flash-shaved as usual, and latex molds were made of my "holes" which were called "A, B, C". Today I received a new little beeper attached to my neck, except it received a signal that caused a small shock. There was also one buried inside my womb, deep so that when the button is pressed it actually causes contractions like I am in labor. Its very intense pain, and they proceeded to "test it" a few times, causing me to slip and actually fall in pain. I was getting more and more used to my use, and confident in my nudity, and unfortunately that was apparent to Doctor Bob who decided he needed to "turn things up a notch" and said that for 5 beads, I really should perform Oral on any Master upon demand. Regretfully I accepted the offer, and with it, the cocks of both of them. When it came my fathers turn, I really had tears in my eyes and he said "Oh for me? That must be fake. You don't give a shit whose cock you suck." He was almost starting to be correct. Except in this case, I really did care. THURSDAY: Scottie was made aware that I would do Oral at any time on him, and insisted I do it on the bus. I refused to do it, but cleverly I agreed to masturbate him. He was not satisfied unless I put the cum in my mouth. I told him that Dad had a jar he was making me use daily, and so he said "Spit it in afterwards". By the time we reached the school every one had either saw me masturbate him under the book bag and spit it into an empty jar, OR they heard about it. Interestingly, Scottie was VERY nice today, only doing the bare minimum to me: Taking my temperature every hour and so forth. After school I had half the jar full, and when I got home to get ready for school dad decided to fill me in what the jar would be for. "I need to see your getting your vitamins, and that you are not shorting me on money" he said as I handed over the daily "take" from my mouth today. "drink it" he held out a bowl of the cum from the last few days. "Master Daddy is not going to offer me beads?" "God, is everything BEADS WITH YOU?" He responded, fine. One bead if you will lap up a bowl of cum per day for the rest of your use." "Um, Master Daddy, what if I don't have enough?" I could not believe I wondered. "Well then, I dunno. You will jerk me and any masters in the house off until its settled." "Oh?" "Two beads?" I said looking cockeyed at the big bowl of white dried goop. "Oh fine, but you have to push your face in it first." He said pushing me to the ground and getting my face down into the bowl like it was rotten milk being lapped by a cat. "Hey Dad, she already has her arms cuffed behind her, what's say we take away the privileges of walking on all fours without express permission? She can crawl anytime she is in the house or yard only." "I dunno, if we have enough beads for that, son. You have been very generous with the beads." That's when mom came walking in. She through down ten beads. "little cum eater, here is ten beads to crawl for their amusement, are you going to do it?" I did not answer because my face was covered in spunk and I was trying not to throw up. I thought about it for a moment and she pushed my head into the mix again and said "ARE YOU?" "Yes Ma'am" I said reflexively. When I Was finished eating the cum of all those strangers mixed with my own brother, Scottie attached my new found beads and then walked me upstairs slinking up each step, with my nipples rubbing the carpet, for my "duct taping". He rapidly pulls off duct tape a few times to torment my nipples and supervises my "Stretching exercises". However, today he had me stretch my mouth with his small little cock for a while and he did not allow me to put the cum back into the now empty jar. This went straight down my throat hole. At 6pm I was forced to crawl nude out to the car, without so much as a towel or a t-shirt if we get stopped along the way. Dad was driving me to Master Bob's class, and if we got stopped along the way, I'd have been totally nude. Fortunately, or perhaps Unfortunately for me, Dad was not stopped along the way to the class, and I tried to keep down a little low in the truck, so that it was not obvious I was shirtless. Dad slapped my face when he noticed I had absent mindedly begun to masturbate myself. It was the stretching exercises, I was getting sort of an empty feeling when I was not doing them. By this time I had agreed to the following additional rules (they had a habit of writing them on the fridge and leaving them for me to agree or not too by pulling them off the board if I say yes). MASTER DAD: 2 beads: I no longer get table scraps except on rare occaissions, now my suzi is first filled with dog food or tuna and I am eating pretty much a strict diet of that, with notable exceptions being school lunch, cum, and the "garbage snack" Scottie prepares for me, which is often so disgusting I can barely choke it down. He even asked me if I would really hold this against him when I was free and I did not say anything about it. Frankly though of all the disgusting things in my diet, my own cooking is terrible and I can't say which of those is worse. School lunch is just THAT bad. (Sherry Laughs) MISS SUSAN: (My mom) Nothing extra MASTER SCOTTY: 3 beads: I would now be making doo-doo in the front yard, but I could pick the time so it could be early in the morning or late at night, but I don't have to bring it back in if I do it under this one bush and bury it. MISS TINA: 1 bead: This week I was to BE Barbie and that meant kissing and loving on Ken. She did not want me to masturbate it, just kiss the doll and love it for her to watch. It was creepy, but hey its an extra bead. 1 bead: I had to dress up like a telletubby and dance for her and her friends. Not allowed to be nude or crawl when her friends are over, but I did address them all as "Miss", which they liked very much. She moved into my room this week, and that Mexican guy never showed up. THURSDAY NIGHT CLASS: BEAD COUNT: 59 DAYS REMAINING: SEVENTY-NINE Just before the class, I was sick. I think it was because I had not eaten anything but dog food and basically scraps and garbage. I got so sick I vomited all over the place and my nerves were shot. My Dad came out and saw that I was laying on my stomach with my arms pinned behind my back (as was the custom). I had changed so much that instead of crying I winced, got to my knees and begged for him to remove the cuffs so that I could clean it up. I just did not want him yelling. He looked at me with a long hard stare, as if he was suddenly realizing this therapy was actually making me humble and he said "Alright Bitch, you can have two leg privileges also" as he unhooked my straps. You are going to lose 1 bead for every five minutes it takes you to clean up this vomit, and an extra 10 if you get sick again. You can also start trading 1 bead for every time you want to eat regular food without dipping it into that soppy pussy of yours. I can see you've already started losing weight and you are being a good girl. I sincerely thanked him for being so generous and letting up on my therapy somewhat. I was so glad as I went to get some paper towels to clean up my mess. I was just finishing up Miss Tina's homework and getting to the kitchen to put on the clothes I would need to wear to Dr. Bob's classroom when my father came into my room waving 50 dollars, and shouting. "Smell this bitch" he shoved it into my face. I had been eating food with my scent for two weeks now, and I knew what it was. I had no idea how it got my scent, however I had been accustomed to getting on the perch on command and things getting stuck in my beaver without my consent. "What, dad? (I corrected myself) Master Daddy!?" "You've been turning tricks on the side? Scottie found this money in the dog house, are you having sex?" "No, no sir. I told you, I was just charging five dollars for sucking. That's it." "You little skank, what the hell do you think I should do with you?" With that Scottie walked in behind my dad, arms folded. I had a feeling he had set me up, because things were getting a little too good. This time the little butt-kisser added the following new rules: All Told I lost: 30 beads. I also agreed to the following things: 1-I would ride in the trunk of the car nude from now on. 2-Since he saw me mouth silently calling him "buttkisser", I would now show my appreciation and affection to my masters for putting up with this disgusting therapy by offering to kiss their butthole ANY time I meet them, and doing it at their request anytime, even in public places. They are not required to pull down their pants, but I have to use my tongue, which has now been renamed "Strawberry". 3- This last one was the toughest to agree upon. My brother will now be giving me baths in the bathtub in addition to outside hosings. The bathtub sessions go as follows: First he roughly cleans my "dirt" and then shampoos my hair. I am not allowed to touch him or myself in any way, if I do I get a slap to the face. Then he tells me to stand and kneel and I am to get out of the tub still wet and kneel in front of the tub. He then puts my head under water for 30 seconds. A "Baptism" and I must hold my breath. He repeats this with 3 second breaks, but when I first agreed I had no idea how close to drowning I would come. This first time he did this, my mom walked in and just shut the door in disgust. One of my other rules had been that I may NEVER shut a door in the house, and that I was entitled to NO privacy, not even for my period or most disgusting moments. Getting into the trunk nude, now as the sun was setting and having it shut on me, sobbing with only 29 beads and it so close the weekend, I knew Tina and Mom would use this as an excuse to hate me further, if I could not earn all fifty. After all, my dad would not take us to the river park if I failed. I could smell the engine as my dad started up the car and pulled off, sending a tire iron into my ribs as I sat in darkness and contemplated what lay in store for me at Doctor Bob's veterinary clinic. ------- Chapter 11 SCENE CHANGE: A posh leather upholstered office with many books on the shelves. The leather couch is now occupied by a young girl, she is the one who has been telling of her "Therapy" at the hands of her family. The Narrator: The one telling the story, he was once known as Sherry pauses for a few moments and looks at the window curiously. She seems to almost talk to someone else. The Psychologist Dr. Schwartz methodically writes something, with a look of boredom on his face. Beneath his distinguished grey bearded features is a passionless expression, one perhaps more of disgust than of interest. He focuses her back on the story and she tells him of how her life continued to be transformed and further depravities that she was subjected to in the name of acquiring the beads. The leg collar is still obviously jingling with beads even during her therapy. She tells him of horrible experiments she was subjected to in the name of science involving electric shock and torture, all the while dressed up like an animal. She tells him of the class as they took more pity on the animals that they treat then on the ridiculous girl who acts like a pig and actually suckles off a mother pig to extract milk that she then spits into a beaker for Doctor Bob. All in the name of gaining two beads. She tells of trading one of those beads just for a banana because she was so exhausted. She tells of having to agree to further humiliations in order to get the beads to go to River Park to perhaps improve her relationship with her sister and mother who are now known simply as Miss Tina and Miss Susan to her. She is openly masturbating in the house now whenever she is not doing something, and if she is allowed to use two legs she must now stroke herself with a dildo she refers to as "Cartman" and a smaller butt plug she is told to call "Scottie". With all of her holes full basically all the time, and on all fours with her arms bound behind her, and crawling around her house, she is forced to work out a system of grunts to communicate just to beg to have the mouth stretcher or dildo she is wearing removed so she can beg for the right to stand up or go out side to poop. She insists on referring to it as Doo-Doo. Her training has become that ingrained. She describes the Water Park adventure as having started out fun, even though she had to ride in the trunk. The suit she was provided was actually beach legal but designed so that the ties on the sides would come off with a single tug. She is told that if she does not get arrested here but goes a full ten minutes fully nude pretending to "look for her suit" she can quit Wendy's and get a job as a life guard. She describes being in the wade pool with all the parents and other kids and slipping off the suit which she hands to Scottie. She goes a full fifteen minutes looking for it, because he does not return the suit to her at the end. In the end, even one who has become accustomed to being on display and used for the pleasures of others, is red faced and all the leers of the mothers who dislike their husbands and older sons staring at the spectacle of her running around in a vain attempt to find a suit that "Slipped off" and not trying to hide her nakedness. A girl with what is clearly a butt plug in her butt can't run around like that forever and she is taken in by the security of the park. Her mom made them leave the park without her, after having a wonderful picnic lunch and an afternoon. Dad comes back at 6pm and disavows having even brought her to the park and that she came with "Friends". Making her look further like a liar, since she had told them that she came with her parents. She describes further punishments that happen over the coming weeks and how now she is on birth control and allowed to have full on sex. She is allowed to choose to sacrifice only one hole for cock though, either butt hole or pussy. She also had two giant hoops attached to either side of her pussy lips and a tummy ring and her eyebrow was pierced. She was starting to look kind of rough, but the coffee table had been modified now so that small chains allowed them to tether her by those straps and her piercings and she was little more than furniture to her Mom and Tina. They had moved on from disgust to simply ignoring it. The Doctor crosses his legs and starts a new sheet of paper. He does not interrupt the story but looks a bit puzzled. She describes a night when Scottie convinced her to go out after work in Wendys and prostitute herself on the street instead of just at her school. She was convinced her father would appreciate the extra money and she had now had sex with at least 100 men and boys since the start of this. She was well into her 30th day of therapy by this stage, but her adventures would never seem to net her enough beads. She had been up to almost 100 beads at one point, but on the the night of prostitution on Martin Luther King Blvd, she was arrested behind a 7-11 dumpster. Her father let her go to jail and again bailed her out but took all her beads and told the police this was all HER idea and said that the beads were "Stupid". She describes the punishment cooked up by Master Daddy and his buddies. Master David and Master Scottie had small BB guns and they dressed her up in that bunny outfit and took her out to the woods barefoot. She was given a set time limit to avoid capture. However, she ended up shot with BBs, and tied up in a canvas blanket to a tree. They left her there in the rain and returned the next morning only to find her asleep in a bush. They noticed there were several beer cans and apparently she had been cut down by a homeless man or two, she had no memory of what happened. However, because her father thought she tempted them, she was tied upside down on the tree and given a "mock execution" where he said "The old sherry is dead, we must move on. Your new name is "Joannie" and you can perform all of these actions in the name of therapy, but when you are free and part of the family again you will never be called Sherry, you will select a new name and start over." Sherry (Joannie) now thanked them for the chance to come home and for a drink of water. She had begun drinking piss that weekend as well, as she was so parched she no longer cared. She describes getting kicked out of school when even the principal could no longer shield her from upset parents and teachers who had heard of her prostitution at the school. She spent a week working at Master Paul's garage. She found herself naked under the oil change bays and coated in filth. Pauls workers morale shot up but their productivity was in the pits as they spent more time fucking her and cleaning her then they did working on cars. She finds herself giving lap dances to strangers on the bus, and other odd jobs while she continues unable to go to school. She is trusted to go for an entire evening to the airport and work. Her father no longer limits how much money she can charge, and no longer seems to be concerned about the use of condoms to control STDs, as he had when she first became a slut. She no longer puts on clothes to go out, a T-shirt is left in the trunk and she is now seen around town and even referred to on the radio as "Hey, did you see that crazy girl wearing the HR. Puffenstuff T-shirt?" and there is actually a contest for sitings of her on one morning radio show. Hey, it was a small town and not much news. Her father decides that it was drawing too much attention, so he allows her to wear a fur coat some times. The Doctor asks her to tell him about the Family Reunion. Sherry (Joannie) seems again to be looking at someone who is not in the room, her thoughts distracted. She clears her throat and presses into the story. She was nearing the end of the ninety days, and she had about 190 beads. She was actually wearing a tail or beads that started inside her asshole and hung on a small string outwards. She gave very little context about to how far she had progressed as a slut, but her level of depravity soon became apparent as she turned her thoughts back to the telling of the rest of the tail. She described that many in the family knew of her therapy by now, but not all did or approved of what they knew. None the less, there was a big park reserved for the get together and she was the center of conversation. She had prepared a great deal of the food and was wearing only an apron with the her ass cheeks plainly exposed. She described some of the mundane chores she had to perform up to this point, but it was the turning point she took her time with. Her four cousins, Mister Vincent, Mister Larry, Mister Elliot and Mister Jeremy, all a little younger than me, were having me play "Joanie works with one hammer". She describes a child song that Master Scottie had introduced to her when she had more than one guy to pleasure. She would sing for as long as her mouth was open and then encourage them to finish the song. "Joanie works with one hammer, one hammer, one hammer, one hammer" She starts jerking off in time Mister Vincents little cock "Joanie works with two hammers, two hammers, two hammers, two hammers" She is now using both hands, one on Mister Vincent and one on Mister Larry (The two oldest). "Joanie works with three hammers, three hammers, three hammers, three hammers" She now jerking both hands in time and is stroking her foot against Mister Elliots flaccid cock "Joanie works with four hammers, four hammers, four hammers, four hammers" Mister Elliot's brother Jeremy now gets her last foots attention against his pee-pee. They all sing the rest as Master Scottie puts his cock into her mouth and she moves her head on his cock without any hesitation or disgust. There is not any more taboo for her, she has become so accustomed to it. They sing "Joanie works with five hammers, five hammers, five hammer, five hammers, and then she goes to sleep" As each of them tries to shoot off on her face and bare back. Her mom came walking up on her, cum soaked and rolling around on a sheet in the ground with them wrestling her and giving her Indian arm burns and titty twisters while she almost encouraged it. "Sherry, you are not Joannie, I don't know what you are" Her mother said, and "You MUST stop it. This is the final straw, I went along with you and your father this long, but you are a nasty girl, and you really need more help than Bob can give you, he is not even a real doctor." "Miss Susan" she cried out and her mom said "Look, don't call me that, either. It sounds too much like I am involved in this". It was then Scottie spoke up and protected his sister. His reasons unknown to her at the time, but he revealed that he would go to the police and that he had collected information with her handwriting on the chores assigned to Joannie over the last few months and photographs of her in a maid costume bringing food to her Avon party and serving. Photos of her naked on the table with her mom casually watching TV. Her mom's face contorted, but she knew she could somehow be involved in all of this and even share some blame. After all, the authorities may not believe it had been with Sherry's permission even if it seemed that way. "Here is what you MUST do, if you want this to end" Master Scottie was now boldly talking to his mother in a way he had never done before. ------- Chapter 12 The Close of the Therapy: Master Scottie was speaking with authority, and his Dad did not hush him. He told his mother that if she got down to Bra and Panty and wrestled "Joannie" and was able to get her to submit she would quit this and go back to being a good girl, that the therapy would be over. It was so close to the ninety days and she had earned close to enough beads already. That she'd tell everyone it was all a bizarre joke and that he would get rid of the blackmail he had on his mother. However, IF Joannie was able to get her aggression out and make her own mother submit AND remove the bra and panties, that Miss Susan would become a house pet too. Instead of agreeing to the terms, Sherry's mother ran into her daughter still dripping from cum and forced her to the ground and pushed her head into the dirt. As catfights are often erotic and even gentle, this one was definitely the exception. It was over quickly. Sherry was weak from a diet now consisting primarily of the stuff that comes out of the end of men's penis, be it pee, cum, or whatever. She had lost about ten pounds of baby fat and she was so used to accepting pain and submitting she did not even really fight back. "THERE IS NO SCOTTIE!!!" Her mother shouted, and punched her daughter. "SCOTTIE IS GONE!" The story Sherry (Joannie) was telling ends here, she is looking right at Scottie who has come into the office and is now standing with his arms folded waiting for his Sister so she can come home and do his work. "Sherry, how do you feel about it when your mother told you that Scottie did not exist?" asked Dr. Schwartz. "Miss Susan, was lying, sir." She pouted and answered the question as she had many times in the past. She had told this story to Dr. Schwartz several times, and each time in the telling it became a little more bizarre. "Sherry, this is where we usually end our session, and I have refrained from trying to dispel your delusions, but I see that you are not reacting to the meds or you are not complying with your prescription. Sherry life is not like a movie. This is not the matrix, and you are not in a computer generated fantasy. What you are doing is very self destructive and has had a very negative impact on your family. You must come to terms with Scotties death." "Scottie is not dead!" she said without the customary "Sir" she adds to the end of her answers to him. Scottie began to silently mock her and waggle his finger at her, dancing around the doctor without him paying any attention. "All this time, you have been describing the ideas of Scottie as suggestions from him, they have come from you." Moments of lucidity strike her, as she remembers now that she was in Scotties empty room, and she had set up the monopoly board by her self and removed her clothes. She had been daring herself to take the vodka and drive drunk. Scottie was now a seven year old boy, dressed the same way as when she first saw him, the HR Puffenstuff shirt she had made famous as her only covering, was his overnight shirt. She was no longer in the office, but back at home and nine years old. "Come on Scottie, lets go down to the pool and see how long we can hold our breath". They were in their old house, the one before her father quit his job. "No Sherry, I don't swim good". He said, clutching a book of Dr. Suess poems. "You call me Boss Sherry" she said and took him by the hand. There was no memory of what came next, only blackness. Only quiet and blackness. She was going insane. She screamed and opened her eyes and she was back in the doctors office. Scottie was there and he was now 14 years old, and much stronger than she had remembered over the last few months. He was handsome, he was not a geek. "Haha, pretty good joke, sissy." He said as he grinned. The Doctor was no longer in the room, at least not to her. "Your ninety days is up today sis, you deserve to know that you have paid me back in full. I am not even real, I am just a part of you." "What?" she said in surprise. "Yeah, don't act surprised, you know that you enjoyed the cruel tricks I played on you, but you were really playing them on yourself." He said coolly, and she stood up and started to take off her clothes. "no, you don't have to strip in front of me anymore, that won't quiet me down. You invented me, for what reason, I have no idea, but I want to go to my resting place now. I guess all those dares and punishments seemed more appropriate if they were coming from some one else, but I was never cruel. I was a nice little boy and my death was an accident. It was not your fault, you were only nine years old." His voice started to become the voice of Dr. Schwartz who was speaking the same words, only in her mind she was seeing Scottie. "Whenever you needed me, you just projected me into some other lucky kid who got to ride you and have sex with the good little girl who never did anything wrong. The one you had started to hate who was not who you really saw yourself as. The one who you were expected to be. You even dated my play friend Cartman who did not have a mean bone in his body. You could not suspend your disbelief long enough and the things he said were so totally the opposite of how you saw this torment going that you were able to separate and protect him from some of the more disgusting things you have done. Its all so simple, Remember Sherry?" "NO! I don't want too" "You must remember Sherry, your father and doctor bob and all of his friends were a part of it, but that night you said Scottie came to you and told you to walk downstairs nude, it was more that you came down from your punishment in the bedspread. Then when your father dared you to remove it, you did. When you showed his friends your naked body, you upped the stakes and he got angry. He was pushing you and he was mad at you. He did not know why you had these demons but he soon was able to transfer his anger about his lack of work and his depression about his only son to you." "No, that's not what happened, sir." "YES, it is. Sherry, your father has arranged for you to be transported to a small Mexican Farm. You will be at a sore disadvantage if you take "Scottie" with you there, because they will not understand and they will punish you severely if you try to make up your own new rules. You will not be able to jeopardize your body as, I think you understand that this is a breeding farm and that aside from wet nursing and working in a brothel this will not be the kind of twisted torment that Doctor Bob and "Scottie" would think up. Its not too late for you to simply accept conventional treatment. You earned the beads necessary and the game has long since been over." "I lost sir, I must accept what my Masters have in store for me." "I pity you, dear girl. This was our last session. Please put on your clothes" the Doctor said as her mother came in to the room, without passion and totally unsurprised. This is how most of her sessions had ended up. She took one last look at him, as she wrapped herself in the ratty old T-shirt of her long dead brother and she saw only Doctor Bob standing there grinning in his slightly stained lab coat holding a leather collar. She did not see the kindly only gentleman holding a leather note book shaking his head at the thought of how a perfectly good little girl could subject herself to such tortures. Her mom drove her to the Mexican restaurant without much ceremony and any possessions other than her collar and shirt. Without saying goodbye, Sherry opened the door and walked around to the service entrance. She was never seen again by anyone who knew her. Somewhere Scottie is looking after his sister though. ------- EPILOGUE: This is the first internet D/s story I ever wrote. I lacked spellcheck and even the basics of grammar. That suits writing a journal like story about a teenage girl. I stopped writing before I got to the conclusion of the story. I came back to the story and gave it what I considered a proper ending. I channeled a little of the movie "Fight Club" to add a twist. I am hoping that you come to realize that the main character's perspective of events taking place in the initial chapter is what she imagined was happening. It was far more likely than in reality, guilt and her subconscious was conjuring this impish little brother for her who only existed in her mind. She did get naked with the bottle of vodka in the early chapters. Her father's attempts to 'cure her' stem also from his belief she was seeing visions and apparitions. If you re-examine the story with the fact it was told from a cracked perspective, I hope it adds an additional layer of "What really happened?" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2011-08-04 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------