My Cousin's slave
Chapter 3
The dress was horribly screwed up and creased as Carl handed it to me and
without waiting for me to ungainly fasten the zip myself they strode off still
laughing from their outrages treatment of me.
They walked in front of me all the time laughing and chatting every so often
looking back at me and asking if the berries were safe. I had tried my best to
keep my bum cheeks together and this stopped me from walking as fast as they
were. Simon and Carl had still had my knickers in their hands making no attempt
to hide them as people walked by, even occasionally stretching them to flick
each other.
We were only a few yards from home and I pleaded with the boys to give me them
back but of course they ignored me completely. As they opened the door to the
house I was relieved to see that they had put them in their pockets and I was
desperate to get to my room and change before my Mum saw the state I was in.
Carl walked in to the lounge and told me to join him while Simon went to talk to
my Mum in the kitchen.
I was horrified to learn that he wanted to look at the berries right here in the
next room to my Mum. I begged him not to do this to me and promised again to do
anything he wanted but not here. He took out my knickers from his pocket and put
them across the sofa, "I guess I will leave them here for everyone to see".
I knew it was useless to protest any longer and I lifted my dress and bent over
to show him my bum. He said he could see the berries between my cheeks and told
me to open my legs wide to let them fall. I did as I was told and my heart raced
even faster when I realized the curtains were wide open and anyone walking up
the drive would see everything I had.
I could feel the two berries lodged side ways across my anus and although I
could not open my legs any wider they still stayed in their place. Carl gave a
little laugh when he noticed "looks like they need some help Emma" and for a
split second I thought he was about to take hold of them. Ohh, I wish he had
when I heard whet he wanted me to do next; I was to wriggle and push my bum up
to try and make the berries fall.
I hesitated only to be reminded that I was not moving until they had and Mum
might walk in anytime.
I was facing the door and instinctively looked up not daring to comprehend the
implication of my Mother seeing me like this as I began to lewdly shake my bum
from side to side to make the berries fall. I continued to thrust and wriggle
and perform a quite vulgar display in front of his grinning face when at last I
felt the berries loosen and fall.
He proclaimed the result a draw as he thought both the berries fell out together
but then a wicked smile came across he face. He told me to kneel in front of him
as he picked the berries off the floor. Before I could stop him he had forced my
mouth open and put the berries inside, "don't swallow Emma," he laughed, "they
might be poisonous". I listened in horror as he told me to keep them in my mouth
while he went to fetch Simon. He seemed to be gone ages and all I could think
about was where the berries had been just a short while earlier; touching my own
bum hole and being squeezed by my bum cheeks. I felt sick at the thought but
even worse I felt so humiliated letting myself be treated like this by two
fourteen year old boys.
All of a sudden the door opened and I was still on my knees where Carl left me,
I had never thought about moving "oh god look at the bitch she is loving every
second of this," exclaimed Simon.
He held out his hand under my mouth and told me to let one of the berries drop,
I could not bear to look at him as he gazed at it to see who's it was. Carl gave
a triumphant "yes" followed by long satisfying laugh and I was left in no doubt
who would be smacking my bum at the first chance they got.
The shout that dinner was ready spared me further shame, or at least I thought
so. I was given one last choice before we walked to the dinning room I could
give my bra to Carl now or he would put my knickers somewhere in the room and
wait to see who found them. A second shout from my Mum brought real fear to me
how on earth could I let him hide my knickers knowing it was her who was most
likely to find them. "Please Carl no " I almost wanted to cry as he held out his
hand for my bra and I felt my hands going to the fastener with his gloating eyes
watching every move.
He put both my knickers and my bra under his jumper and pushed me in front of
him through the door.
I could see instantly the alarming look of disapproval from my Mum and as I took
my seat I glanced down to look at my boobs. I wanted to curl up and just cry,
the material of the dress was so thin and tight that my nipples were clearly and
obscenely showing but what was so much worse was that they were becoming so hard
by my shame.
"Look at the state of you my girl" she snapped "don't you dare think your
sitting here looking like that", Carl tried to hold back a giggle as I stood up
my face burning with embarrassment.
I could not imagine what was going through her mind, as she looked me up and
down, my crumpled dress and braless tits for all to see left me sobbing as I ran
from the room. I could not face going back downstairs as I lay on my bed crying
with the utter frustration of it all. Part of me wanted them to torment and even
spank me but this was more that I could take and I only had myself to blame.
Later my Mum shouted me downstairs and told me she was going to stay with
grandma for a few days, as she was not well. I was stood silently as she told me
to keep the house tidy, make the boys their meals and then like a five year old
she told me to "behave yourself my girl". Simon and Carl had grins like a
Cheshire cat as she continued to lecture me and finally said "and I have asked
the boys to tell me if you don't"
This was a nightmare how could she choose now of all times to go and leave me at
the mercy of them. Before she had even closed the door Carl walked up to me "is
poor little Emma going to have her bum smacked then" and they both burst in to
laughter.
This was absurd how could I have been so foolish to let things go this far but
despite my acute humiliation I felt a peculiar thrill run through me.
The boys decided that they would like some beer for tonight as they thought it
would be thirsty work smacking my bum. I tried to tell them I would not go and
buy them any when Carl walked up to me and gave me a sharp slap across my face!
"Listen bitch" he snarled "you are our toy now, and we will play what ever games
we want with you understand". I sobbed, "yes" to him, as even Simon seemed to
have no compassion for me at the way his friend was treating me. I was told to
undress in front of them until I was stark naked and I obeyed without hesitation
I had really been mastered by Carl now.
I stood with my legs slightly apart and my hands behind me as he walked round
me; Simon sat on the sofa with a strange smile on his face at my discomfort. I
promised Carl I would do anything he told me and he made me admit I was a dirty
bitch and needed this shame to teach me who was in charge.
Carl looked across at Simon "I told you your cousin was one of them submissive
sluts didn't I" he went on to talk about how he had read some stuff on the
internet about women who get off on being told what to do and having their bum
smacked.
I had no shame left as I was made to agree with him that I was a submissive
little slut who craved this torment and abuse but begged them not to tell
anyone.
Carl took hold of my nipple and gave it a squeeze "depends if you're a good girl
Emma" he sneered.
I promised I would indeed be a good girl and he ran his hands down to my bush of
pubic hair. "I notice that a lot of these submissive sluts have their pubes
shaved Emma" he said, I gave a gasp of pure shame at the realisation of his
words "would you like that" he continued to mock. Simon got up off the sofa and
ran upstairs saying he had a "cool idea" I waited with baited breath to see
their next invention of my torment.
"Look" he shouted and held up a brand new electric shaver in a box "my dad
bought me this in case I needed it, it would be so cool to christen it on your
cunt hair Emma". Carl was in fits of laughter with Simon as they decided that
would be a way cool idea and I could only look down at my dark brown bush and
shudder in the shame that two fourteen year old boys were about to shave it all
off.
Simon eagerly opened the box and then gave a resounding look of despair when he
read that the battery needed charging for one hour at least. Carl was not
disappointed as he told me I had time to go to the shop and buy some beer for
them. I made to get dressed when I was told that they thought as I admitted I
was a slut I should at least look like one in public as well as in front of
them.
"Ohhhhhhh please no please " I begged, "you can't, you promised not to tell
anyone else if was a good girl" I felt ridiculous having to beg two boys but beg
I did. They were only too pleased to take me to my room and decide what I should
wear. I was told to put some make up on while they searched through my wardrobe
and as Simon looked for the shortest skirt he could find I sat numb as Carl
emptied my underwear drawer. "We're going to keep all your knickers and your
bra's Emma," he casually informed me as if he was doing me a favour.
Simon gave a hoot of delight and held up a tiny black skirt, "Oh god Simon NO" I
yelled. It was an old netball skirt I last wore when I was sixteen, "please you
can't expect me to wear that" but it was no use. I finished my make up and
turned to see what they had laid out on the bed for me, I wanted to cry at the
thought a walking outside wearing them.
Carl had brought my knee length black boots to begin with and they giggled to
each other as I put them on first. Then the ridiculous excuse for a skirt, which
I could not even fasten and had to have the zip half way down at the side then
held with a safety pin. I was grateful that at least they had chosen a long
white blouse, which covered my waist and the zip even if it was a little see
through. I began to button up the blouse when Carl stopped me, "oh no Emma, just
tie the bottom"
I gasped in shock when I saw myself in the mirror and begged Carl to let me
fasten at least one or two of the buttons on the blouse. From the tie at the
bottom it was open to my shoulders and only just contained my boobs, any
movement and my breasts would simply fall out. Carl for once relented and agreed
that I may fasten a couple of buttons just below my tits as he put it. This made
happy that at least my breasts would stay covered but had the effect of pulling
the material tight across them and making my nipples more visible.
I asked Carl if I could have some knickers and he told me to ask him properly,
"please may I have some knickers" I felt like a two year old and he paused for a
moment then said "no". I pleaded again that the skirt was far too short to go
out in public even as I stood still it barely covered my pussy and my bum.
I hoped and prayed we would not meet anyone I knew as we set of to walk to the
shop every step caused the air to blow through my legs and remind me how
practically naked I was. Why was I accepting this shame so easily.
