It was the worst news in the world. Sophie, in her second-last year of high school, was pulled out of class one day and told that her parents had been killed in a car accident. Beside herself with grief, Sophie did not know whom to turn to, until her father’s solicitor informed her that she was now the legal ward of her Uncle Hector and Aunt Maud, a stern and intimidating couple with whom Sophie had little desire to reside. Yet this was her lot, it seemed, and so she packed her bags and caught a bus that would take her to their house in the country.

And here she is, sitting forlornly by the window, watching sheep grazing in marshy fields as the bus trundles along the narrow country roads. Early in the afternoon, the road descends into a valley, in which an ominous-looking fog blankets the landscape, enshrouding dimly-seen trees. Sophie begins to feel afraid, though she does not know why. Then the bus comes to a halt, and the driver calls back to her, "This is your stop, lass – Etive House. You can’t see it in all this fog, but it’s off in that direction." He points.

Sophie thanks him, and steps out of the bus with two large overnight bags, and a rucksack over one shoulder. As the bus accelerates away from her, the fog swirls in behind it, hiding it from view. In front of her, Sophie can see only a barbed-wire fence and a few yards of the field beyond. She can see no sign of a driveway. Biting her lip, she wonders whether she should simply climb the fence and head across the field in the direction the driver indicated, or continue along the road in search of a driveway entrance.

Should she climb the fence?
Or follow the road?

Sophie throws the bags over first. Then, hitching up her knee-length grey skirt, she gingerly climbs over the fence just next to one of the posts. The top wire wobbles dangerously as she puts her weight on it, but she manages to jump down into the grass on the other side without injury. Looking around nervously at the fog drifting over the field, Sophie picks up her bags and sets off towards where she hopes Etive House lies. She has to tread carefully in order to avoid the numerous cowpats, some of them quite fresh, which lurk in the grass here and there.

But there are other, less obvious perils. Her foot sinks into a patch of mud, and she screws up her face in disgust. She hates to be messy. She pulls her black leather shoe out of the mud, and shudders at the feel of liquid mud oozing between her toes. Part of her wants to get out of this field as soon as possible, but another part wants to take off her shoe and clean the mud out.

Should she ignore her squelching foot, and continue on?
Or take off her shoe and clean it out?

Sophie follows the road, and slowly, through the fog ahead, appear the shapes of a couple of tall stone pillars. Approaching them, Sophie discovers that they stand either side of a gravel driveway, and she passes between them, pleased that she is on the right track. Soon, however, she comes to a gate that bars her way. Discovering that the gate is locked, she stands back from it, and then notices that there is a smaller gate in the wall to the right of the main gate.

As she approaches this gate, a grinning face appears atop the wall. It is a young boy, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old. He climbs up until he is straddling the wall, from where he grins impudently at Sophie. Sitting next to him is a large bucket, the bottom of which is attached to the wall by a hinge. A rope hangs down from the top of the bucket, and passes behind a plank which has been crudely nailed in place above the gateway. From the bottom of the plank hang not one but two ropes, and it is unclear which of the two ropes is attached to the bucket.

"Choose one of the ropes, and pull it!" says the boy gleefully. "One opens the gate; the other tips the contents of the bucket on to you."

Sophie puts down her bags, then steps forward nervously. In order to reach the ropes, she has to stand right underneath the bucket. She anxiously ponders which rope to pull.

Should she pull the rope on the left?
Or the one on the right?

She carries on carefully, trying to avoid other patches of mud, but she soon finds herself coming to a row of trees, which had not previously been visible. Thinking it unlikely that she should have to pass through woodland to reach the house, she decides to skirt along the tree line. Just then, she stops in fright as she sees a dark shape moving amongst the trees to her right. She peers anxiously in that direction, and relaxes a little as she sees a grinning boy in a school uniform standing nonchalantly next to a large boulder. He looks about fourteen or fifteen years old. He beckons to her, and then runs off.

Thinking the boy must live in Etive House, and must therefore be one of her young cousins, Sophie feels that perhaps she ought to follow him. After all, he will certainly know how to get to the house. And he did beckon – maybe he is trying to show her the way. On the other hand, he is quickly disappearing into the fog, and if she loses him, she will be in a bit of a pickle. The bags are heavy, and she will not be able to run fast.

Should she follow him, as quickly as possible so as not to lose him?
Or continue with her plan of following the tree line?

She puts down her bags, and then tries to balance on one foot while removing her shoe, but on the uneven ground she is not up to the challenge, and suddenly she falls over backwards, landing hard on her bottom. She sighs and picks herself up, but when she reaches back to brush grass from her bottom, her fingers meet something sticky and warm. It is fresh cow poo – she has just sat in a cowpat. Grimacing with disgust, she bends down and wipes her hands on the wet grass.

But now the back of her skirt is covered with cow poo. What a sight she will be, turning up on the doorstep of her new home with her skirt caked with cow manure! She should probably do something to clean it, but this will be tricky to accomplish with the skirt still on. If she takes it off, she will be able to clean it pretty well.

Should she take off the skirt to clean it?
Or do the best she can while still wearing it?

She hurries through the trees with her bags banging uncomfortably against her legs. Somehow she manages to keep the boy in sight, although he zig-zags quite a lot. Then he stops, turns, and smiles at her … perhaps a little too broadly. Panting, Sophie slows down to a walk. She is about to say hello, but the boy merely beckons to her with one finger.

Sophie, puzzled, continues towards the boy, failing to notice the large patch of boggy ground in front of her. With a shriek, she finds the ground giving way beneath her right foot, and her leg sinks up to the knee. Her momentum carries her left leg forward too, and soon it is similarly mired. The boy laughs and claps his hands, then he runs off.

Sophie squeals as she struggles to free her feet, but they are sinking quickly. From the little Sophie has read about these Scottish bogs, she knows that they are usually not very deep. Usually. Flustered and anxious, she considers her options.

Should she hike up her skirt before it gets too muddy?
Or call to the boy for help?

Ignoring the boy, Sophie continues walking along the tree line, and soon comes within sight of a gravel driveway. Pleased that her instincts have turned out to be correct, she quickens her pace and soon has firmer ground beneath her feet. Turning left, she heads up the driveway, but then she comes to a gate that bars her way. Discovering that the gate is locked, she stands back from it, and then notices that there is a smaller gate in the wall to the right of the main gate.

As she approaches this gate, a grinning face appears atop the wall. It is the boy she saw earlier in the woods. He climbs up until he is straddling the wall, from where he grins impudently at Sophie. Sitting next to him is a large bucket, the bottom of which is attached to the wall by a hinge. A rope hangs down from the top of the bucket, and passes behind a plank which has been crudely nailed in place above the gateway. From the bottom of the plank hang not one but two ropes, and it is unclear which of the two ropes is attached to the bucket.

"Choose one of the ropes, and pull it!" says the boy gleefully. "One opens the gate; the other tips the contents of the bucket on to you."

Sophie puts down her bags, then steps forward nervously. In order to reach the ropes, she has to stand right underneath the bucket. She anxiously ponders which rope to pull.

Should she pull the rope on the left?
Or the one on the right?

She unbuttons and unzips her skirt, slides it down to her knees, and then tries to step out of it. But a button on the inside of the skirt gets caught in the buckle of her shoe, and she staggers back, trips, and falls on her bottom again … right in another cowpat. She utters an exclamation of dismay as the soft poo moulds itself around the contours of her panty-clad pussy and buttocks, and the material of her panties quickly soaks through.

Getting to her feet, she brings half of the cowpat with her, plastered to her buttocks and panties. She feels rather queasy – she does so hate to be messy! She badly wants to clean her panties and bottom, but does not much fancy the idea of being naked from the waist down in such a public place – even if nobody else is currently visible.

Should she take off her panties to clean them?
Or do the best she can while still wearing them?

She sits down on a patch of wet, but cowpat-free, grass, and scoots along backwards, leaving a trail of cow poo and making her skirt very wet indeed. It is far from an ideal situation, but at least her skirt ends up relatively clean. Getting to her feet and wiping herself down, she picks up her bags, and then looks around to make sure of her orientation. For a moment she is a little unsure of herself, but then she spots the fence behind her, and determines in which direction to proceed. Click here to continue.

She starts to remove her panties, but trying to pull her shoe through the leg-band is just too tricky a venture, and this time her heel gets caught. Flailing wildly, Sophie sits down hard again, and groans in horror as her naked pussy sinks into a thick, soft cowpat. The poo oozes between her labia, and slides between her buttocks, rubbing against her anus. Disgusted, Sophie lifts herself off the cowpat, but a lot of it remains stuck to her.

She sits down on an adjacent patch of wet grass, wiping her bottom and pussy back and forth until her skin is reasonably free of cow poo. Then, squatting, she wipes her messy panties on the grass until they, too, are fairly clean (if also very wet). She puts them back on, and then cleans her skirt in much the same way. Once she has pulled the skirt back on, and zipped it up and buttoned it, she feels a little better. She picks up her bags, and looks around to make sure of her orientation. Click here to continue.

She sits down on a patch of wet, but cowpat-free, grass, and slides herself forwards and backwards, leaving a trail of cow poo and making her panties very wet indeed. It is far from an ideal situation, but at least her panties end up relatively clean. Then it is her skirt’s turn. She wipes it carefully on another patch of wet grass, soaking the skirt but removing pretty much all of the poo.

Getting to her feet and wiping herself down, she picks up her bags, and then looks around to make sure of her orientation. For a moment she is a little unsure of herself, but then she spots the fence behind her, and determines in which direction to proceed. Click here to continue.

She hoists up her skirt, gathering it around her waist, as she continues to sink into the mud. Her struggles only serve to quicken her sinking, and as the mud creeps up her thighs, her sense of panic increases. Soon the mud is nuzzling against her panties, and then rising up her pussy and buttocks, until it reaches the flimsy elastic waistband. Then her panties are visible no more, having been completely buried in the mud.

As her belly-button inches towards the surface of the mud, Sophie spies the root of a tree just to her right and a little behind her. She cannot reach it with her hand, but perhaps if she took off her skirt, she could loop the waistband around the root and pull herself to safety.

Should she try lassoing the root with her skirt?
Or try to ‘swim’ out of the mud?

Sophie calls out to the boy, but he does not respond and soon vanishes into the fog. Helplessly Sophie struggles while the mud creeps up her legs. Soon it is halfway up her thighs, and her skirt is lying almost flat, draped over the mud around her. Then she whimpers as the mud reaches her panties, cradling her pussy in a soft, cold, wet embrace.

She is about to despair when she notices the root of a tree just to her right and a little behind her. She cannot reach it with her hand, but perhaps if she took off her skirt, she could loop the waistband around the root and pull herself to safety.

Should she try lassoing the root with her skirt?
Or try to ‘swim’ out of the mud?

Sophie unzips and unbuttons her skirt, and pulls it up over her head. Refastening the waistband, she throws it over the root, and to her surprise it lands precisely where she wants it. She has never had much strength in her arms, but what she has, she uses every bit of. By wiggling her legs, and pulling as hard as ever she can, she manages to slowly haul herself out of the thick mud.

Sophie is covered from waist to toe in mud, but she is so glad to be on solid ground that she hardly cares. She puts her skirt back on, retrieves her bags from the surface of the mud, and then looks around for a clue as to where she should go. By good fortune, the fog happens to part just long enough for her to spy a brick wall in the distance, so she makes for it on bare feet.

As she approaches the wall, rain begins to fall from the sky. Leaving the cover of the trees, Sophie quickly becomes soaked to the skin – she is only wearing a thin blouse and a bra on her top half. She is alarmed to see that her blouse has become rather transparent, and her bra is clearly visible. Nevertheless, she continues on, and comes around to the front of the house, where a short flight of steps leads up to the front door. She ascends, and then rings the doorbell. Click here to continue.

Sophie attempts to swim out of the mud, which merely succeeds in getting her blouse all muddy … at least at first. The more she swims, however, the further her body progresses towards the horizontal, and eventually she is close enough to the surface to free her legs. Rolling herself out of the bog, she sobs quietly in relief as she lies on the ground next to the mud.

Sophie is covered from neck to toe in mud, but she hardly cares at this point. Pulling herself together, she retrieves her bags from the surface of the mud, and looks around for a clue as to where she should go. By good fortune, the fog happens to part just long enough for her to spy a brick wall in the distance, so she makes for it on bare feet.

As she approaches the wall, rain begins to fall from the sky. Leaving the cover of the trees, Sophie quickly becomes soaked to the skin – she is only wearing a thin blouse and a bra on her top half. She is alarmed to see that her blouse has become rather transparent, and her bra is clearly visible. Nevertheless, she continues on, and comes around to the front of the house, where a short flight of steps leads up to the front door. She ascends, and then rings the doorbell. Click here to continue.

As Sophie pulls the left-hand rope, the bucket tips over, and she shrieks as a couple of gallons of cow manure pour over her head and cascade down her chest and back. Pulling the front of her messy blouse away from her chest, Sophie wails as she feels the disgusting semi-liquid poo sliding down over her bra-clad breasts.

The boy on top of the wall can barely contain his mirth. He is almost choking, he is laughing so hard. "They both tip the bucket!" he exclaims, doubled over with laughter. "The gate isn’t attached to a rope – you just need to push it and it opens!"

Feeling very miserable, Sophie picks up her bags, then pushes the gate open and walks through. As she steps back on to the gravel driveway, rain begins to fall from the sky. With no shelter above her, Sophie quickly becomes soaked to the skin – she is only wearing a thin blouse and a bra on her top half. Fortunately the rain helps to wash away the awful cow manure, for which she is grateful, but she is alarmed to see that her blouse has become rather transparent, and her bra is clearly visible. Nevertheless, she continues on, and soon comes to the front of the house, where a short flight of steps leads up to the front door. She ascends, and then rings the doorbell. Click here to continue.

As Sophie pulls the right-hand rope, the bucket tips over, and she shrieks as a couple of gallons of cow manure pour over her head and cascade down her chest and back. Pulling the front of her messy blouse away from her chest, Sophie wails as she feels the disgusting semi-liquid poo sliding down over her bra-clad breasts.

The boy on top of the wall can barely contain his mirth. He is almost choking, he is laughing so hard. "They both tip the bucket!" he exclaims, doubled over with laughter. "The gate isn’t attached to a rope – you just need to push it and it opens!"

Feeling very miserable, Sophie picks up her bags, then pushes the gate open and walks through. As she steps back on to the gravel driveway, rain begins to fall from the sky. With no shelter above her, Sophie quickly becomes soaked to the skin – she is only wearing a thin blouse and a bra on her top half. Fortunately the rain helps to wash away the awful cow manure, for which she is grateful, but she is alarmed to see that her blouse has become rather transparent, and her bra is clearly visible. Nevertheless, she continues on, and soon comes to the front of the house, where a short flight of steps leads up to the front door. She ascends, and then rings the doorbell. Click here to continue.

After a minute or so, the door opens to reveal Aunt Maud, a severe-looking middle-aged woman who eyes Sophie appraisingly, pursing her lips when she sees Sophie’s visible bra. "You’re wet," she remarks. "I suppose you’d better come in. We are, of course, sorry for your loss."

She stands aside to let Sophie in, and then closes the door behind her. Unnervingly, she also locks it. "Come this way," she tells Sophie. "I want you to say hello to your uncle before you go and have a bath – which I must say you are sorely in need of."

Sophie follows Aunt Maud through to the large living room, where Uncle Hector, a towering brute of a man, is cleaning a shotgun. He looks up, and grins when he sees Sophie. His eyes light upon her visible bra, and he licks his lips. "Well Sophie," he says. "Welcome to our house. I hope you’ll find your stay here … instructive." He gets to his feet and walks over to her. "Come on – give your uncle a hug."

Sophie reluctantly allows Uncle Hector to pull her into a powerful hug, which she returns with far less strength. Then she gasps as she feels her uncle’s hand coming to rest on her left buttock. He gives it a firm squeeze, and shows no sign of disengaging from the hug.

Should Sophie attempt to politely disengage?
Or wait and hope that her uncle lets her go?

Sophie pushes against her uncle’s shoulders, and, after rubbing and squeezing her buttock for a few more seconds, he releases her and stands back. "You’ve certainly grown into a pretty young lady," he says, grinning at her bra. "I look forward to seeing you properly initiated into this household. I’m sure you’ll be a good girl and do as you’re told. You’ll soon find out the consequences of disobedience. Now, why don’t you follow your aunt – she’ll show you to your room." Click here to continue.

Sophie bites her lip as she endures her uncle’s single-handed massage of her buttock through her sodden grey skirt. But instead of letting her go, Hector reaches down further, and drags the hem of her skirt upwards, uncovering her panties. He slides his hand down below the hem, then raises it again, cupping her panty-clad buttock and kneading it with powerful fingers.

"You’re a good girl, aren’t you?" leers Uncle Hector in Sophie’s ear. He slides his fingers down inside the waistband of her panties, and starts stroking her bare buttock. By now Sophie is in a state of near-panic. She desperately tries to think how to get out of this horrible situation without arousing her uncle’s displeasure.

Should she attempt to politely disengage?
Or thank him for his kindness in taking her in at such short notice?

Sophie hurries out of the room, retrieves her bags from the hall, and follows her aunt up the stairs. At the end of a long landing, Maud comes to a halt outside a door with peeling yellow paint. "This is your room," she says. "Make yourself at home. The bathroom is down at the other end of the landing – you’ll find a towel on your bed."

Sophie enters the bedroom, and her stomach flips over as she sees little dark shapes scurrying for cover. The room is dingy, with filthy windows, and the walls are cracked. Oddly, the cracks seem to be oozing some sort of yellowish, slimy substance. She shudders involuntarily.

"Now," says Maud, "take off those clothes and I’ll put them in the wash."

Sophie stares at her aunt uncertainly, not sure if she understands Maud’s meaning.

Should she ask if her aunt means all of them, right now?
Or simply start taking off her clothes?

Sophie thanks him, and he chuckles. "Oh, you’re welcome, Sophie," he says, sliding his hand between her buttocks and running a finger over her anus. "You’re very welcome." Now both of his hands are inside the back of her panties, his left squeezing her left buttock, and the index finger of his right beginning to probe around the entrance to her vagina.

Sophie, still a virgin, is getting very frightened now. She cannot see behind her, and she wonders if Aunt Maud is still there, and if so, why she is not doing something to stop this. Trembling, she tries to think clearly, but it is not easy. Only a couple of options occur to her.

Should she suggest that perhaps she should go and see her room?
Or mumble that her clothes are probably getting his clothes wet?

At this suggestion, Hector finally lets her go. "Yes, you should run along now," he says. "Maud will show you your room. I look forward to seeing you properly initiated into our household. I’m sure you’ll be a good girl and do as you’re told. You’ll soon find out the consequences of disobedience…" Click here to continue.

"Oh don’t worry about that," replies Hector, inserting his finger into Sophie’s vagina and sliding it deep. He wiggles it around, then thrusts it in and out a few times. "Oh yes," he murmurs huskily, "you’re going to fit in here very nicely, I can tell." With his other hand he tugs her panties down below the level of her buttocks, then he starts to push against her anal opening with one finger.

By now terrified that her uncle will strip her naked and rape her right here in the living room, Sophie’s mind and body are almost paralysed with fear. The sensation of his thick finger sliding into her tightly-puckered anus disgusts her beyond her ability to describe, and the insertion of a second finger into her vagina causes tears to spring from her eyes. She has to stop this somehow!

Should she try to struggle away from him?
Or simply hope he notices that she is crying?

As she begins to struggle, he releases her. "Well," he says, grinning at her bra, "you’ve certainly grown into quite the young lady. I look forward to seeing you properly initiated into this household. I’m sure you’ll be a good girl and do as you’re told. You’ll soon find out the consequences of disobedience. Now, why don’t you follow your aunt – she’ll show you to your room." Click here to continue.

Despite her hopes that her uncle will let her go if he sees or hears her crying, Sophie’s tears are in vain. Bringing his right hand around in front of her, Uncle Hector reaches between her legs and forces first two, then three fingers up into her vagina. Ramming them rapidly in and out, he whispers into her ear, "Oh yes, you like this, don’t you Sophie? I knew you would…"

Meanwhile, he has buried two fingers of his left hand deep in her anus, and these are thrusting in and out of her rectum. Her panties fall to the floor, and tears roll down her cheeks as she begins to sob uncontrollably.

"Come on, girl, I haven’t got all day," comes Maud’s voice from behind Sophie.

Instantly Hector lets her go, and Sophie, with a gasp, crouches and grabs her panties. She pulls them up hastily, and, without meeting her uncle’s eye, turns to leave. Click here to continue.

"Yes dear, all of them," says Maud impatiently. "Well they’re all dirty, aren’t they? Come on. Are you shy? Is that the problem?"

Sophie nods sheepishly, hoping this will prompt her aunt to leave. But Maud simply clicks her tongue in disapproval.

"Silly to be body-shy in front of your own aunt," she says. "Don’t be such a baby. Just take off your clothes, and hurry up about it!"

Intimidated into submission, Sophie ducks her head and nods. Click here to continue.

Sophie begins unbuttoning her blouse, but after three buttons, her aunt starts to tap her toe against the floor impatiently. Sophie quickens her unbuttoning, and, slipping out of her blouse, she hands the wet garment to Maud. Then she removes her sodden grey skirt, and gives that to her aunt as well. Garment by garment, her embarrassment increases as she disrobes right in front of her aunt. Soon she is standing there in just her panties.

"What, you’re going to take a bath in your panties, are you?" asks Maud. "Silly girl. Hurry up – off with them!"

With a little whimper, Sophie takes off her panties too, and gives them to her aunt. She covers her breasts and pussy as best she can with her arms, and this makes Maud chuckle.

"Silly girl," she says again. "Your towel is right there on the bed. Wrap it around you if you’re so embarrassed! Then go and have your bath. Afterwards, I’ll introduce you to our children." She sweeps out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

Sophie hurriedly grabs the towel and opens it out. She is rather dismayed to see that it is tiny! It looks like a face towel or a dish towel. Did her aunt make a mistake? She tries wrapping it around herself, but not only is there not enough overlap to tie it in place, but it is so narrow that she cannot cover her nipples and her pussy at the same time! She decides to make a run for the bathroom, but dithers over what to do with the towel and her spongebag full of toiletries.

Should she hold the towel over her pussy and cover her breasts with her spongebag?
Or hold the towel over her breasts and cover her pussy with her spongebag?

She holds the towel over her pussy with her right hand, and positions her arm and spongebag over her breasts. Then, peering out of the doorway and seeing nobody, she starts running towards the bathroom. It seems to take forever, and she has not yet covered half the distance when two children walk out of a doorway just in front of her. One is a boy with bushy, bright red hair, and the other is a girl with long reddish plaits. They look similar in age – about eleven or twelve.

Sophie almost falls over them, and her arms flail as she tries to regain her balance. The children stare at her in amazement, then they burst out laughing. Horribly embarrassed, Sophie hurries up to the bathroom door and opens it. But she is shocked to see Uncle Hector standing with his back to her. He begins to turn around, and she hastily closes the door.

The children are pointing at her bare buttocks and howling with laughter. "She’s naked! She’s naked!" they shriek in delight. Sophie spins around and covers herself as much as she can.

Should she run back to her room, close the door, and wait until the coast is clear?
Or back into a corner and try to remain covered until Hector has left the bathroom?

She holds the towel over her breasts with her right arm, and positions her spongebag over her pussy with her left hand. Then, peering out of the doorway and seeing nobody, she starts running towards the bathroom. It seems to take forever, and she has not yet covered half the distance when two children walk out of a doorway just in front of her. One is a boy with bushy, bright red hair, and the other is a girl with long reddish plaits. They look similar in age – about eleven or twelve.

Sophie almost falls over them, and her arms flail as she tries to regain her balance. The children stare at her in amazement, then they burst out laughing. Horribly embarrassed, Sophie hurries up to the bathroom door and opens it. But she is shocked to see Uncle Hector standing with his back to her. He begins to turn around, and she hastily closes the door.

The children are pointing at her bare buttocks and howling with laughter. "She’s naked! She’s naked!" they shriek in delight. Sophie spins around and covers herself as much as she can.

Should she run back to her room, close the door, and wait until the coast is clear?
Or back into a corner and try to remain covered until Hector has left the bathroom?

Laughter follows Sophie as she flees back to her room. She holds the door shut with trembling hands, and tries to calm herself down. Two minutes pass, then three. She finally plucks up the courage to open the door a crack, and looks out on to the landing. There does not seem to be anybody around, and the bathroom door is now wide open. Taking a deep breath, she steps out and runs down the landing again.

This time she makes it, and she closes the door behind her with a sigh of relief. She looks for a lock on the door, but there is none. This makes her uneasy, but there is nothing for it but to run herself a bath and hope that nobody tries to enter. She puts the plug in the plughole, and starts to run hot water.

After ten minutes, the water is nice and deep. She hangs the towel over the arm of a wicker chair in the corner, and starts to climb in. But at that moment Maud marches in, frowning sternly at the bath. "Goodness gracious!" she exclaims. "We’re not made of money, you know! You’re going to have to learn to adapt to our rustic ways, Sophie – and follow our rules! And the rule about baths is: no more than six inches!" She yanks the plug out of the plughole, and Sophie squirms in embarrassment as she cowers in a corner, covering her breasts and pussy.

Once the level has dropped to roughly six inches, Maud turns and glares at her. "There! This is how we have baths in this household."

Should Sophie nod and apologise for her transgression?
Or ask if perhaps there is a larger towel that she can use?

The children continue to tease and taunt Sophie as she fearfully crouches in a corner, protected only by her spongebag and the ridiculously tiny towel. Another boy appears, running up the stairs – it is the boy she saw earlier, outside. He, too, bursts out laughing. "Sexy!" he says. "Sexy sexy sexy!"

The toilet flushes, and Hector emerges from the bathroom. He grins when he sees Sophie. "All yours, my dear," he says, leering at her partially exposed breasts.

Sophie ducks past him into the bathroom, sure she can feel his eyes burning into her naked bottom. She closes the door, and heaves a sigh of relief. Then she looks for a lock on the door, but there is none. This makes her uneasy, but there is nothing for it but to run herself a bath and hope that nobody tries to enter. She puts the plug in the plughole, and starts to run hot water.

After ten minutes, the water is nice and deep. She hangs the towel over the arm of a wicker chair in the corner, and starts to climb in. But at that moment Maud marches in, frowning sternly at the bath. "Goodness gracious!" she exclaims. "We’re not made of money, you know! You’re going to have to learn to adapt to our rustic ways, Sophie – and follow our rules! And the rule about baths is: no more than six inches!" She yanks the plug out of the plughole, and Sophie squirms in embarrassment as she cowers in a corner, covering her breasts and pussy.

Once the level has dropped to roughly six inches, Maud turns and glares at her. "There! This is how we have baths in this household."

Should Sophie nod and apologise for her transgression?
Or ask if perhaps there is a larger towel that she can use?

"Hmmph," says Maud, her frown softening a little. "Well, have a nice bath." She turns and leaves the room.

Sophie closes the door behind her, and then climbs into the bath. Despite the paucity of water, the heat feels very nice on her legs, and she begins to relax a little. She lies down and soaks her torso while her knees stick up in the air, getting cold. She washes her hair, and, fetching a razor from her spongebag, shaves her legs, armpits, and pussy. She has always preferred having a bald pussy, ever since the early onset of puberty set her apart from her contemporaries and made her hate the thatch of tawny hair that sprouted from her crotch.

The bathwater is rather murky by the time she has finished cleaning herself, and she looks around for a shower head to rinse herself off. But there is none. Sighing, she gets to her feet and starts splashing water over herself to rinse off the flecks of foam and bits of shaved hair that are clinging to her skin. Stepping out of the bath, she pulls the plug, then she runs a little water into the basin and uses it to rinse her hair. Having dried off her hair, her silly little towel is soaked and almost useless for drying her body, but she tries anyway. Afterwards she is still rather damp. Peering outside, she sees Hector talking with Maud a few yards away.

Should she wait until they are gone?
Or cover herself as much as possible and try to slip past them without exposing too much?

"Don’t be so ungrateful!" exclaims Maud. "We’re taking you in despite having more than enough mouths to feed as it is, and we’re all making sacrifices to accommodate you. And you’re complaining that the towel I’ve given you is the wrong size? Well, Miss High-and-Mighty, let me just see if I can find another towel for you!"

She snatches Sophie’s towel away, and storms out of the room. Sophie quickly closes the door before anyone else sees her naked, and waits in trepidation for Maud’s return. She does not have to wait long – it is less than a minute before the door is flung open again.

"Here!" says Aunt Maud, handing her a different towel. "See how you like this one!"

Sophie gasps as she opens it out, and sees that it is even smaller than the towel Maud just took away from her.

Maud folds her arms, and raises an eyebrow. "Now, do you want to complain about this towel too?"

Sophie shakes her head miserably. Click here to continue.

Sophie waits, and waits. After a while, her uncle and aunt head downstairs, and Sophie makes a break for it. Trotting back in her room unseen, she closes the door behind her and then turns to pull some clean clothes out of her bag. Then she gasps in horror. Her bags are nowhere to be seen! Only her rucksack remains, and that does not contain any clothes.

She looks under the bed, she looks in the wardrobe, she looks in the large wooden chest at the foot of her bed … but can find no sign of her bags. It occurs to her that perhaps one of the children has hidden them as a prank. With a nervous feeling, she wonders if she should call for her aunt, or simply wait for her to come back upstairs.

Should she call for Maud?
Or wait?

Sophie leaves the bathroom with burning cheeks, and tries not to make eye contact with either her uncle or her aunt. She simply mumbles an apology and hurries past them, acutely aware that her coverage is far from adequate. She thinks she hears her aunt mutter "Shameless!", but she cannot be sure. As she enters her room, she hears the stairs creaking as Hector and Maud descend to the hall below.

Closing the door, Sophie turns to pull some clean clothes out of her bag. Then she gasps in horror. Her bags are nowhere to be seen! Only her rucksack remains, and that does not contain any clothes.

She looks under the bed, she looks in the wardrobe, she looks in the large wooden chest at the foot of her bed … but can find no sign of her bags. It occurs to her that perhaps one of the children has hidden them as a prank. With a nervous feeling, she wonders if she should call for her aunt, or simply wait for her to come back upstairs.

Should she call for Maud?
Or wait?

Sophie ventures as far on to the landing as she dares, with only a tiny towel and her hands to cover her, and calls for her aunt. There is no response, so she calls a little louder. A door opens further down the landing, and the little red-headed boy peers out, grinning. He giggles and points at her. Then his sister appears, and starts giggling too.

Maud finally appears at the foot of the stairs, and Sophie beats a hasty retreat back to her room. Moments later, her aunt walks in. When she hears what has happened, she rolls her eyes. "Those children!" she says. "They can be a mischievous lot. However, Sophie, I’ve always felt that children don’t benefit from having adults settle their disputes for them. If you want your bags back, I’m afraid you’ll just have to work it out with the culprits." Seeing Sophie’s shocked expression, she adds, "In the meantime, of course, you can’t possibly remain naked. I shall find you some clothes. Mine won’t fit you, of course – they’ll just fall right off your slim frame. Perhaps Catriona has something that’ll fit you. I’ll go and see – she’s just next door." With that, she leaves the room.

Should Sophie put her ear against the wall, to hear what Maud says to Catriona?
Or just wait and see what Maud brings her?

After fifteen minutes spent huddled in her room, Sophie hears the creak of footsteps on the stairs. But when she peers around the edge of the door, her heart sinks as she sees that it is her uncle who is climbing up. The thought of him coming into her room while she is naked fills her with dread … but on the other hand, he might be able to retrieve her bags from his children.

Should Sophie call out to him?
Or continue to wait in the hope that Maud will appear soon?

The conversation that Sophie hears, spoken in raised voices in the room next door, goes like this:

"Somebody, it seems, has hidden all of Sophie’s clothes. So until whoever took them returns them, I’m afraid you’re going to have to give up some of your clothes for Sophie."

"Why me? I didn’t take them!"

"Because you’re the only one who’s remotely her size."

"I’m not her size! And I’m not giving up anything of mine. You just gave a whole bunch of my clothes to Suzanne – now you want to take more of them and give them to Sophie?"

"Yes, that’s about right. What else can I do? She can’t very well stay naked."

"Give her something of Suzanne’s. I know she’s short, but she’s fatter than I am. And now that Suzanne’s got lots of my clothes, I’m sure she can spare a few things."

"Possibly. But she doesn’t have any bras … Sophie will need a bra."

"Here – take this one. It’s just a training bra – I don’t need it any more, and Suzanne doesn’t need it at all yet."

"Dear, it’s tiny. Sophie may be slim, but she’s got quite a … womanly chest."

"Take it or leave it – she’s not having any of my other bras."

"All right."

Sophie’s stomach clenches as she hears her aunt leave Catriona’s room. Whatever is she going to end up being made to wear? Click here to continue.

Sophie covers herself quickly as, a few minutes later, Maud comes back into her room bearing a handful of clothes. "Here," she says. "I’m afraid this is all I could get for you."

Sophie thanks her and takes the clothes. But her relief at finally having something other than a small towel with which to cover herself evaporates as she separates the garments and sees what they are. She looks up unhappily at Maud, who shrugs.

"As I said, it’s the best I could get," says her aunt. "Hurry up and put them on, and I’ll introduce you to the children."

Sophie unhappily pulls on the very small training bra, and tugs it together behind her. The bra has practically no depth to the cups, and it is completely inadequate for containing Sophie’s D-cup breasts, which bulge out on all sides as she attempts to do it up at the back. The harder she pulls, however, the more the underwire cuts into her breasts. And it hurts!

"You won’t get it done up that way," says Maud, pursing her lips. "Here." She reaches out and tugs the front of the bra down, so that the underwire is just below Sophie’s breasts. "Now can you do it up?"

Sophie manages, but she is far from happy about the result. With the cups of the bra sitting so low, her breasts are now spilling out above the lacy trim at the top of each cup. As well as being hoisted upwards, they are also being squeezed together, and her nipples, and most of her areolas, are uncovered. She looks ridiculous.

"Well, at least you’ll have the dress to cover your chest," says Maud.

Sophie puts on a pair of white cotton panties next. They are small, but not unwearable. They hug her buttocks tightly, and dig in a little, but at least they are not as impractical as the bra. Then she tries on the dress.

It appears to have been made for an eight-year-old. It is yellow, frilly, stretchy (fortunately, otherwise she would not have been able to pull it down over her shoulders), and, when Sophie tugs it down as far as it will go, its hem stops at the top of her panties. It certainly covers her breasts, but the material is stretched so much around her chest that it has become quite transparent, and the shape and outline of her nipples are very apparent.

"Well that’s not very decent!" says Maud, tutting in disapproval. "However, we have nothing else for you so it will have to do, I’m afraid."

Sophie, feeling very stressed, cannot believe that her aunt expects her to wear this awful dress, or the horrible bra beneath. Yet she is a little afraid of Maud, and does not relish the prospect of making a fuss.

Should she meekly agree to wear this outfit?
Or venture to suggest that she looks ridiculous?

Hector grins as he comes over to Sophie’s doorway. He pushes the door open and enters, staring frankly at all of her exposed flesh. Sophie squirms under his gaze, but explains her predicament. Hector laughs. "So, they’ve nicked your clothes, have they?" he says. "Well well well. I suppose you’ll just have to come to supper naked, then!" Rubbing his hands together in gleeful anticipation, he laughs again as he leaves the room.

Disheartened, Sophie begins to worry that this new family of hers are not going to let her wear any clothes at all from now on. But surely Maud will help her…? Click here to continue.

A few minutes later, Maud trudges up the stairs, and Sophie attracts her attention. Coming into Sophie’s room, Maud listens while Sophie explains what has happened, then she rolls her eyes. "Those children!" she says. "They can be a mischievous lot. However, Sophie, I’ve always felt that children don’t benefit from having adults settle their disputes for them. If you want your bags back, I’m afraid you’ll just have to work it out with the culprits." Seeing Sophie’s shocked expression, she adds, "In the meantime, of course, you can’t possibly remain naked. I shall find you some clothes. Mine won’t fit you, of course – they’ll just fall right off your slim frame. Perhaps Catriona has something that’ll fit you. I’ll go and see – she’s just next door." With that, she leaves the room.

Should Sophie put her ear against the wall, to hear what Maud says to Catriona?
Or just wait and see what Maud brings her?

"All right then," says Aunt Maud. "Follow me." She leads Sophie out of the bedroom and into the next room, where a girl of about fourteen is lying on her bed with one foot in the air, reading a book. She looks up as her mother and Sophie enter.

"Sophie, this is my eldest daughter, Catriona," says Maud. "Changed a lot in the eight years since you last saw her, hasn’t she?"

Sophie smiles and says hi to Catriona, who simply stares at Sophie’s panties. Then she smirks. "Hi Sophie," she says. "Suzanne’s old dress suits you."

The room opposite Catriona’s, which Maud says is Neil’s, is empty. The next room they come to, however, contains a freckle-faced boy of fifteen or so. His jaw drops as he stares delightedly at Sophie’s panties. Feeling very self-conscious, Sophie clasps her hands in front of her pussy.

"This is Colin, my eldest," says Maud. "Colin, you remember Sophie?"

Colin raises his eyes, and notices Sophie’s visible nipples. His grin broadens. "Not very well," he says. "Hi Sophie! Love the dress."

The next room is Suzanne’s, but it currently contains both Suzanne and her brother Neil. They are aged eleven and twelve respectively, Maud tells Sophie. The children burst into fits of giggles at the sight of Sophie’s panties, and cannot say hello coherently because they are laughing so hard. Then Catriona enters the room, and throws herself on a bean bag.

Finally they come to Alistair’s room. Sophie recognises Alistair as the boy she saw outside. She says hi, and he grins back at her panties. "Well, that’s the lot of them," says Maud, closing Alistair’s door. "You should make an effort and get friendly with them. If you’re standoffish they’ll turn on you – and they can be quite mean I’m afraid. Supper won’t be for another couple of hours – why don’t you play with the children until then? Maybe you’ll even get your clothes back." She heads downstairs, leaving Sophie to make a decision. She knows she does not like Alistair, but perhaps she can make friends with the others.

Should she go and try to make friends with Colin?
Or attempt to bond with the younger children in Suzanne’s room?

"Well yes, dear, I know that, but it can’t be helped," says Maud, frowning. "You’re lucky I found anything at all to fit you. I could have left you naked, and then where would you be?" She folds her arms. "We welcome you into our home, and bend over backwards to make you feel welcome, and all you can do is complain?"

At this, Sophie quickly apologises for her impertinence, and begs her aunt’s pardon. Click here to continue.

Sophie timidly knocks on Colin’s room, and he tells her to come in. He grins at her panties again, and invites her to sit down on his bed. "Do you like music?" he asks. "I bet you’re a good dancer." He puts on a CD, and Sophie recognises the music of Snow Patrol. She smiles, and Colin gestures for her to stand up. "Let’s see you dance," he says.

Sophie declines, but Colin is very insistent. So, feeling very pressured, Sophie reluctantly gets to her feet and begins to dance along to the music. Colin stares at her panties and frilly hemline with a broad grin. With her back to the door, and the music playing loudly, Sophie does not notice when the door opens behind her. However, she does realise that Colin seems a little distracted, and so she stops dancing. At that moment, she feels something touch the back of her panties, and then she shrieks as she feels a large quantity of some cold, slimy substance settling against her buttocks.

She spins around to see Alistair, laughing hysterically. In his hand is a large jar, from the rim of which an earthworm is dangling. To her horror, Sophie realises that she can feel the slimy mass in the back of her panties wriggling and squirming around. Soft, slender, slippery bodies are slithering between her buttocks and working their way forward along her gusset, tickling her labia.

Should she pull her panties down quickly, to get the earthworms away from her nether regions?
Or try to escape back to her own room, so that she can get rid of the worms in private?

Sophie knocks on the door of Suzanne’s room, and hears a girl’s voice say "Come in!" As she enters, Sophie smiles around at Suzanne, Neil and Catriona.

"You look really silly, with a dress that doesn’t cover your panties," says Catriona matter-of-factly.

"Yes, really silly!" says Neil, laughing.

"Silly old Sophie!" giggles Suzanne. And then she choruses, with Neil, "Si-lly old So-phie, si-lly old So-phie…"

"Well, Silly Sophie," says Catriona, "since you’re here, how about playing a game with us?"

"Ooh, what game?" asks Suzanne. "Monopoly?"

"Settlers?" asks Neil.

"No," says Catriona. "Hospital."

Suzanne bursts into tears. "I don’t want to be operated on!" she wails.

"Not you, Suzy," says Catriona. "We’re all going to operate on Sophie."

Suzanne stops crying, and stares at Sophie. "Can I be a nurse?"

"Yes, you can be a nurse. I’ll be the surgeon."

"What about me?" asks Neil.

"You be the anath … anasthes … anastheologist," says Catriona.

"What’s that?" inquires Neil.

"He puts the patient to sleep," says Catriona knowledgably. "He puts a gas mask over her face and makes her breathe a special gas that makes her sleep."

"Okay, I’ll do that," says Neil.

Sophie is uncomfortable with the idea of being ‘operated on’, but she wants to get on the children’s good side. On the other hand, she is anxious about her bags of clothes.

Should she play along with the Hospital game?
Or ask if they know where her bags are?

Sophie starts to pull down her panties, but her arms are grabbed from behind by Colin. Alistair bends down and pulls her panties back up tightly, retrieving three or four worms that have fallen, and dropping them into the front of her panties. Sophie squeals as Colin pulls her down on to her back on the bed, pinning her arms. Alistair grabs her legs, swings them up on to the bed, and holds them down. Both he and Colin are much stronger than Sophie, who struggles helplessly.

"How does that feel?" asks Colin, grinning down at her. "All wriggly?"

"They’re … they’re probably trying to crawl inside her!" says Alistair, his eyes gleaming as he peers closely at her panties.

"Well they won’t be able to if you hold her legs together like that," says Colin. "Pull them apart!"

"I can’t hold them down as well if they’re not together," protests Alistair. "She’ll kick me!"

"All right – I’ll tie her wrists to the top of the bed," says Colin. "Then I’ll help you with her legs."

The headboard of Colin’s bed contains vertical wooden bars, to which Sophie’s wrists are soon bound with the help of a couple of Colin’s school ties. Then he moves to the foot of the bed, and takes hold of Sophie’s left leg. Alistair is holding her right leg, and the two boys now move apart, pulling Sophie’s legs out into a wide ‘V’.

Should Sophie plead with the boys not to let the worms go inside her?
Or threaten to tell their mother about this if they don’t untie her?

Sophie tries to run past Alistair, but he catches her by the arm and swings her around, throwing her towards Colin, who spins her around and grabs her arms. She squeals as Colin pulls her down on to her back on the bed, pinning her arms. Alistair grabs her legs, swings them up on to the bed, and holds them down. Both he and Colin are much stronger than Sophie, who struggles helplessly.

"How does that feel?" asks Colin, grinning down at her. "All wriggly?"

"They’re … they’re probably trying to crawl inside her!" says Alistair, his eyes gleaming as he peers closely at her panties.

"Well they won’t be able to if you hold her legs together like that," says Colin. "Pull them apart!"

"I can’t hold them down as well if they’re not together," protests Alistair. "She’ll kick me!"

"All right – I’ll tie her wrists to the top of the bed," says Colin. "Then I’ll help you with her legs."

The headboard of Colin’s bed contains vertical wooden bars, to which Sophie’s wrists are soon bound with the help of a couple of Colin’s school ties. Then he moves to the foot of the bed, and takes hold of Sophie’s left leg. Alistair is holding her right leg, and the two boys now move apart, pulling Sophie’s legs out into a wide ‘V’.

Should Sophie plead with the boys not to let the worms go inside her?
Or threaten to tell their mother about this if they don’t untie her?

"All right," says Colin. "I’ll make you a deal. We’ll help you get the worms out of your panties, if you kiss both of us. With your tongue."

Alistair giggles. "Ooh yes!" he says gleefully.

Sophie really doesn’t want to kiss either boy, because they are being so horrible to her. But she is desperate to get the worms out of her panties. What is she to do?

Should she agree to kiss both boys, with tongue?
Or refuse and threaten to tell their mother about this?

Colin’s face darkens. "No telling tales!" he says sternly. "We have a rule in this house. Whichever of us tells tales gets punished … by the rest of the Etive Council. Since you’re not on the council, we’ll all get to decide on your punishment. And believe me, it’ll be something really nasty and slimy and disgusting. Now, do you still want to tell tales on us?"

Sophie shakes her head, subdued.

"All right," says Colin. "Alistair, grab the camera. I want to see if we can get some photos of the worms actually going inside her."

Alistair laughs, and lets Sophie’s leg go long enough for him to fetch a digital camera. He grabs her leg again, and pulls it out wide. Colin reaches between her legs and pulls her panties to one side. "Cool!" he says, his eyes wide.

"Wow!" exclaims Alistair, staring at Sophie’s naked pussy, with pink earthworms crawling over it. "She hasn’t got any hair!"

"Really? Let me see," says Colin, and he too takes a look. "Cool! She shaves it!"

The boys pull her legs even wider apart, bending them at the knees. Colin licks his finger, and starts probing between Sophie’s labia, making her jump and squeal in alarm. Both boys laugh.

"Push one of the worms inside!" whispers Alistair, looking excited at the prospect. "I’ll take a photo."

Poor Sophie is in tears now. She desperately doesn’t want worms inside her.

Should she promise to do anything, if only they will not push worms inside her?
Or just close her eyes and grit her teeth, hoping that they are bluffing?

The boys high-five each other, laughing delightedly. Then Colin bends his head down close to Sophie, and kisses her on the lips. He sticks his tongue in her mouth, and Sophie reluctantly responds. For a full minute he kisses her, and when he finally pulls away, he whoops in delight. "That was cool!" he exclaims.

"My turn!" says Alistair, and he moves in as Colin draws back. Alistair’s tongue inexpertly thrusts into Sophie’s mouth, and swirls around clumsily – he obviously has not had much practice at this. After a minute he pulls back, grinning broadly. "Wow!" he says.

"Well, I suppose we’d better help Sophie get the worms out of her panties now," says Colin. "Come on Alistair – let’s help her take them off."

Sophie gasps as the boys drag her panties down to her knees, then to her ankles, and then off entirely. Then she squeals as her legs are pushed wide apart and the boys start pulling worms away from her pussy and buttocks. After a while, they move their heads in and peer closely at her vagina and anus.

"Hmm," says Colin. "I can’t see any more worms – can you, Alistair?"

"No," says Alistair. "But do you think we should check inside her – just to make sure?"

"I think that’s an excellent idea, Alistair," agrees Colin. He wiggles one finger between Sophie’s inner labia, and then sinks it deep into her vagina.

Sophie squirms in vain, and tears roll down her cheeks. What on Earth is she to do?

Should she tell the boys she is sure there are no worms inside her?
Or keep silent, hoping that this torment will end soon?

Colin and Alistair glance at each other, grinning. "Anything?" says Colin. "Hmm … well I think that in order for us not to put worms inside you, you should suck our dicks. What do you think, Alistair?"

"I agree!" says Alistair enthusiastically. "She should suck our dicks, and let us come in her mouth. And then swallow it!"

"An excellent idea," says Colin, nodding. He replaces Sophie’s worm-gusset over her pussy – it undulates slowly as the worms inside wriggle around. "Hold her legs, Alistair."

While Alistair holds both of Sophie’s legs, Colin walks around to stand next to Sophie’s head. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis (it is quite large, considering he is only sixteen), and points it at Sophie’s lips. She stares at it in horror.

Should she take it into her mouth and start sucking?
Or refuse, and resign herself to having worms in her vagina?

Sophie closes her eyes, and braces herself. Then she gasps as she feels something cold and wriggly being pushed into her vagina with one finger. Both boys laugh excitedly.

"That’s good!" says Alistair. "Leave one end sticking out, otherwise the photo won’t look like she has a worm inside her."

"Like this?" asks Colin.

"Yeah! That’s great." Alistair takes a photo of Sophie’s pussy, with one end of a wiggling worm sticking out of her vagina.

Sophie can feel the worm squirming inside her, and tears of misery roll down her cheeks. She has never felt so humiliated in her life. But things can’t possibly get any worse than this … can they?

"Maybe we should put lots inside her," says Colin. "I wonder how many will fit?"

"Let’s try, and count them!" exclaims Alistair.

Should Sophie beg them not to proceed with this plan?
Or simply endure it as best she can?

"I suppose you’re right," says Colin, reluctantly, after wiggling his finger around inside her for a while. "I can’t feel any worms."

"Let me try," says Alistair, and, as Colin pulls his finger out, Alistair slips his own finger inside Sophie’s vagina. He, too, wiggles it around for a while, and then pulls it out, giggling. "Nope – no worms."

He and Colin stare at Sophie’s pussy for a moment, and then Colin turns to Alistair. "Think we should … you know … fuck her?"

Sophie’s eyes widen in horror, and she shakes her head desperately.

Alistair grins. "Yes!" he says. "You first."

"No," says Colin nervously. "You first."

They are clearly uncertain about this plan, a fact which does not escape Sophie.

Should she beg them not to have sex with her?
Or say she is a virgin, and offer to suck their penises instead?

Colin feels around inside Sophie’s vagina for a minute or so, a huge grin on his lips. Then he inserts a second finger alongside the first, and wiggles them both around. Sophie bites her lip, and clenches her eyes tightly shut, trying to blot out the sensations.

"I want a go!" says Alistair.

"All right," says Colin, pulling his fingers out.

Alistair slides two of his own fingers into Sophie’s vagina, and chuckles happily. After a while, he says, "Hey, do you think we should have sex with her?"

Colin stares lustfully at Sophie’s pussy. "Oh wow, yes!" he says. "You can go first if you like."

Alistair grins. "Nah, you can go first."

Sophie’s heart sinks, and her stomach ties itself in knots. She is a virgin – her first time can’t be with a couple of horny teenaged cousins!

Should she tell them she is a virgin, and offer to suck their penises instead?
Or hope that they are too chicken to go through with it?

With tears in her eyes, Sophie opens her mouth and puts her lips around the head of Colin’s penis. She begins to suck on it, lubricating it with her saliva as he starts to thrust it slowly in and out of her mouth. After a couple of minutes, Colin utters a series of short gasps, and a salty, squishy fluid spurts across Sophie’s tongue. Screwing up her face, she swallows it, and Colin pulls out with a sigh of pleasure.

Then it is Alistair’s turn. His penis is smaller, but he has not washed it as recently as Colin, and it is somewhat smellier. Nevertheless, Sophie takes it into her mouth, and sucks on it while worms continue to wriggle around in her panties. Soon Alistair comes, and Sophie swallows his semen too.

"Wow, that was ace!" says Alistair, pulling his penis out from Sophie’s mouth as Colin takes a photo.

"You’re a good sport, Sophie," says Colin. He unties her wrists. "Come back any time."

Sophie gets up and runs to the door. She opens it and runs back to her room, where she closes the door and then throws herself on her bed, sobbing. Soon, however, the sensation of all the worms surrounding her pussy and buttocks is too much to bear, and she pulls down her panties and grabs handfuls of the wriggling creatures. Having emptied her panties, she pulls them back up, then takes a double-handful of worms over to the window. Throwing them outside, she goes back for more, and soon all of the worms are wriggling back into the soil in the flower bed beneath her window.

Unable to face anyone else just now, she huddles on her bed as the afternoon passes by. Click here to continue.

Sophie shakes her head and keeps her lips tightly pressed shut, and Colin angrily puts his penis away. "Well, you asked for it," he says. He resumes his former position on the bed and, with Alistair’s help, spreads her legs wide apart. Then he pulls her panties to one side. "Ready with the camera, Alistair?" Click here to continue.

Her pleas go unheard, and Colin pushes worm after worm into her vagina. The wriggling sensation inside her intensifies over the next few minutes, as Colin and Alistair count together past 20, then past 30, then past 40. When Colin reaches 49, he chuckles. "Man, she’s stuffed!" he says. "Take a photo of that, Alistair!"

"Wow, her pussy can’t even close up properly!" giggles Alistair. He takes several photos. "Oops, one’s coming out!"

"How does it feel, Sophie?" asks Colin, grinning. "Nice and wriggly?"

Sophie bursts into tears. Colin and Alistair look uneasily at one another. Then Colin says, "All right Sophie, you’ve been a good sport, so I suppose we’ll let you go now. Come and see us again soon!"

He unties her, and she gets up and runs from the room. Back in her own room, she pulls down her panties and starts fishing earthworms from her vagina. It is a disgusting process, but not too difficult, and soon her vagina and her panties are empty. Gathering up all the earthworms, she throws them out of the window. They land in the flower bed below and start burrowing into the soil.

Sophie goes back to her bed and huddles there, unable to face anyone else just now, for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Grinning broadly, Colin pushes worm after worm into her vagina. The wriggling sensation inside her intensifies over the next few minutes, as Colin and Alistair count together past 20, then past 30, then past 40. When Colin reaches 49, he chuckles. "Man, she’s stuffed!" he says. "Take a photo of that, Alistair!"

"Wow, her pussy can’t even close up properly!" giggles Alistair. He takes several photos. "Oops, one’s coming out!"

"How does it feel, Sophie?" asks Colin, grinning. "Nice and wriggly?"

Sophie bursts into tears. Colin and Alistair look uneasily at one another. Then Colin says, "All right Sophie, you’ve been a good sport, so I suppose we’ll let you go now. Come and see us again soon!"

He unties her, and she gets up and runs from the room. Back in her own room, she pulls down her panties and starts fishing earthworms from her vagina. It is a disgusting process, but not too difficult, and soon her vagina and her panties are empty. Gathering up all the earthworms, she throws them out of the window. They land in the flower bed below and start burrowing into the soil.

Sophie goes back to her bed and huddles there, unable to face anyone else just now, for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Alistair and Colin look at each other uneasily. "Maybe it is a little much," says Colin. "How about we just wank all over her face instead?"

Alistair grins. "Okay!" he says.

The two boys kneel either side of Sophie’s head, and pull out their erect penises. Sophie stares in horror as they masturbate furiously for a minute or two. Then Alistair spurts his semen, and it lands on her nose and lips, which she hastily closes just in time. A moment later, Colin’s semen lands on her brow and in her left eye, which she also closes in the nick of time.

"All right Sophie," says Colin, untying her wrists. "You’ve been a good sport. We’ll see you later, all right?"

Sophie gets up and runs from the room in tears. She goes to the bathroom and washes her face thoroughly, then she returns to her own room and huddles there, unable to face anyone, for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Colin and Alistair look at each other, then nod. "Sounds good to me!" says Colin. While Alistair holds both of Sophie’s legs, Colin walks around to stand next to Sophie’s head. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis (it is quite large, considering he is only sixteen), and points it at Sophie’s lips. Click here to continue.

Colin hesitantly pulls out his penis, then he spits in his hand and rubs his saliva all over his erection. Positioning himself between Sophie’s legs, he starts to push the head of his cock inside her. At this, Sophie bursts into tears, and Colin nervously stops what he is doing.

"What are you waiting for?" demands Alistair. "Fuck her!"

Colin draws back. "Fuck it," he says. "I can’t while she’s crying and everything. All right Sophie, you can go." He reaches over and unties her wrists. "Come back any time."

Sophie gets up, grabs her panties, and runs out of the room. Back in her own room, she puts her panties back on and then lies down on her bed, hugging her knees. Unable to face anyone, she stays there for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Shortly before six o’clock, the door opens and Aunt Maud walks in. "Hello dear," she says. "Supper’s nearly ready – go and wash your hands, and come down and join us. I must say you’ve not been very sociable this afternoon. Tomorrow I hope you’ll make more of an effort to integrate with our family." With that, she walks out.

Sophie dolefully gets up, washes her hands in the bathroom, and then trudges downstairs in her ridiculously short dress with her too-tight panties showing beneath. In the dining room, she sits down at the table, concealing most of herself except her chest, where her dress is pulled so tight as to be see-through. This means that her nipples, which are not covered by her too-small bra, are clearly visible, much to her embarrassment and the amusement of her cousins. Across the table, Catriona starts whispering something to Alistair, while glancing at Sophie and grinning. Sophie has a nasty feeling that they are talking about her, and she strains to hear what Catriona is saying.

But at that moment, she feels a hand on her thigh beneath the table. It belongs to Colin, who has just sat down next to her. He leans towards her and whispers, "If you let me feel your leg during dinner, I’ll tell you where your bags are." Sophie is torn.

Should she push Colin’s hand away and try to catch what Catriona is saying?
Or agree to Colin’s request?

"Okay," says Catriona. "We’re going to perform heart surgery on Sophie. Sophie, this means you’ll have to take off your dress and put on a hospital gown. Suzy, your dressing gown will do."

Sophie’s jaw drops at the suggestion that she should take off her dress. On the other hand, looking at Suzy’s dressing gown, which is hanging on the back of the door, she can see that it is longer than the dress, and moreover is not remotely see-through. At least she will have more coverage than she has now. She turns her back on the children, takes off her dress (which makes Neil and Suzanne giggle), and puts on the dressing gown.

"No, silly!" says Catriona impatiently. "That’s not how you do it. Haven’t you ever been in hospital? You put it on the other way around."

Sophie is not exactly happy about this, but she does as Catriona says, taking off the dressing gown and putting it on so that it ties up at the back. Then, at Catriona’s bidding, she lies down on the bed, on her back.

"Okay," says Neil, "I’m going to give you the gas now." He cups his hand and puts it over Sophie’s nose and mouth.

Sophie obediently closes her eyes and pretends to be unconscious. Catriona reaches underneath Sophie and pulls the cord of the dressing gown to untie it. Then she starts to pull down the front of the gown. Sophie opens her eyes wide, and Catriona frowns in annoyance.

"Neil, she’s still awake. You’ll have to give her more gas."

Neil cups his hand again, and puts it over Sophie’s nose. Sophie closes her eyes again. Then Catriona pulls the dressing gown down to Sophie’s waist.

Should Sophie open her eyes and protest?
Or continue to play along?

Sophie asks about her bags, but Catriona shakes her head. "I haven’t seen your bags," she says. "But if you play our game, we’ll see if we can find out what happened to them."

Sophie nods. Click here to continue.

Catriona scowls. "You’re spoiling it!" she says angrily. "If you don’t close your eyes and be a proper patient, I’m going to tell Mum you hit Suzanne."

Suzanne immediately bursts into very convincing tears. "Sophie hit me!" she sobs. "Then she kicked me in my tummy."

Sophie is appalled. She has no doubt that this story, with the backing of Catriona and Neil, will be believed by her aunt and uncle.

"Now are you going to play properly?" asks Catriona.

Sophie nods. Click here to continue.

Catriona regards Sophie’s inadequately covered breasts with bemusement. "Wow, your boobs are huge!" she says. "I mean, the patient’s boobs are huge."

Sophie is highly offended by this – she is only a D-cup, after all. Her aunt is way more buxom than she is, if also rather fatter. But she says nothing.

"What do I do?" asks Suzanne.

"You hand me things that I ask for," says Catriona. "Like, I’ll say ‘scalpel’, and you pass me the scalpel."

"What’s a scalpel?" asks Suzanne.

Catriona sighs in exasperation. "Weren’t you paying attention last time?" she asks. "It’s a little knife that doctors cut people open with."

"I was asleep!" protests Suzanne.

"You weren’t asleep, you were unconscious," says Catriona. "And you were only pretending, anyway."

"Well what shall I use for a scalpel?" asks Suzanne.

"Use your imagination!" snaps Catriona. "Scissors!"

"Oh okay," says Suzanne, and she fetches a little pair of scissors from her desk. She passes it to Catriona. "Here’s your scalpel."

"No, I was asking for scissors," says Catriona. "I’ll ask for the scalpel later." She uses the scissors to cut through the front of Sophie’s training bra.

Sophie stiffens as she feels cold air on the lower part of her breasts, and she guesses what Catriona has done. But she has been hating how the training bra digs into her breasts, and it does not cover her nipples anyway, so she can’t help feeling a little relieved.

"Scalpel," says Catriona.

Suzanne passes her a pencil.

"I am now making the incision," says Catriona, drawing the pencil across Sophie’s left breast. She is pressing quite firmly, and Sophie winces.

The rest of the operation is quite tedious, and Sophie relaxes as Catriona talks through various stages of the operation. Some of these are made up, owing to gaps in Catriona’s understanding of the nature of such surgery. Eventually, Catriona hands the pencil back to Suzanne.

"That’s that," she says. "Now, while the patient is unconscious, we’d better make sure nothing else is wrong with her."

Should Sophie ‘wake up’ at this point?
Or continue to play along?

Sophie opens her eyes, yawns, and stretches. She looks up at Catriona, who is frowning, and asks in a voice of great concern if the operation was a success.

Mollified, Catriona nods. "It was a success," she says. "You have a brand new heart, and it’s working perfectly."

Sophie looks relieved, and thanks first Catriona, then the other children. They all begin to look quite pleased, and Sophie senses that this might be a good time to ask about her bags. She does so.

Catriona shrugs. "All right," she says, "I know where your bags are. But I’ll only tell you if you help me get something back from Dad."

Sophie begins to feel uneasy about this, but she nods.

"It’s a box of lipsticks that Uncle Dominic gave me," Catriona says. "Dad took it away from me when I accidentally left the lid of the fish tank open, and Selena ate one of the fish. I think the box is in the desk in Dad’s study."

Should Sophie agree to retrieve the box of lipsticks for Catriona?
Or refuse, saying she doesn’t want to get into trouble?

Sophie continues to lie still while Catriona completely removes the dressing gown that is covering her. "Now," says Catriona, "Nurse Suzy and … and anatheist Neil, help me see if there’s anything else wrong with the patient.

Sophie fights the urge to squirm while the children’s fingers prod her near-naked body. Someone’s fingers are poking her breasts, and pressing her nipples as if they were buttons – she guesses correctly that this is Neil.

"I suspect the patient may be pregnant," says Catriona, "so we’d better take a look and see if we can see the baby." A few snips later, and Sophie feels the material of her panties parting company with her skin.

She gasps, opens her eyes, and puts one hand over her now-naked pussy.

"You’re spoiling it again!" says Catriona crossly, stamping her foot.

Sophie protests that she is not pregnant and does not want anybody trying to ‘see the baby’. Catriona scowls, then shrugs.

"Fine, then," she says grumpily. "I was just curious. If you want your bags back, you can find them yourself." She fetches another training bra and a pair of panties for Sophie. "You’d better put these on," she says.

Sophie puts on the new underwear (which fit about as well as the old underwear), and then dons her dress. She leaves the room and returns to her own, where she lies on her bed and reads for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Catriona fetches Sophie another training bra, which Sophie reluctantly puts on, though it fits about as well as the first one. Once she is dressed, Sophie leaves the room and creeps along the corridor and past the stairs. Following a corridor to the left, leading into the south wing, Sophie nervously stops in front of the second door on the right, which is Uncle Hector’s study.

She knocks, but there is no reply from within. Looking anxiously back down the corridor, and seeing nobody, Sophie turns the handle and pushes the door open. Slipping inside, she closes the door and walks quickly over to the desk. She opens a couple of drawers, but nothing inside them matches the description of the box in which Catriona says she keeps her lipsticks.

The next drawer she tries, however, is locked. Sure that this must be the right drawer, Sophie hunts around for a key. But it is not in any of the other drawers, and it is not in the pen holder which stands at the back of the desk. Looking around, Sophie spies a jacket hanging over a chair, and she quickly checks all of the pockets. Still no key.

Then the door opens, and Sophie’s heart leaps into her mouth as Uncle Hector walks in. He looks surprised, and frowns. "What are you doing here?" he demands.

Should Sophie own up and say she was looking for Catriona’s lipsticks?
Or say that she was just exploring her new house?

"Fine," says Catriona, pouting. She folds her arms. "I don’t suppose you’ll ever see your bags again." Then she fetches Sophie another training bra, which Sophie rather reluctantly puts on, although it fits her about as well as the first one. Then she dons her dress. She leaves the room and returns to her own, where she lies on her bed and reads for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Hector chuckles, and goes to sit down at his desk. "So she’s getting you to do her dirty work for her, is she? Well she can forget it – she’s not getting those lipsticks back for a good while yet." He scoots back in his chair a little. "Since you’re here, though, Sophie, why don’t you come and sit on my knee? I’d like you to tell me all about yourself."

Without waiting for an answer, he takes hold of Sophie’s wrist and pulls her on to his lap. As she lands on his thighs, he tucks her calves behind his knees, then draws his feet back so that her feet are trapped between his, and her knees are forced apart either side of his knees. When Hector moves his knees wider apart, Sophie’s legs are parted still more.

Hector places his hand casually on her right thigh – rather higher than Sophie is comfortable with, and starts stroking it absent-mindedly. "So," he says. "What do you like to do outside school?"

Should Sophie tell him that she likes reading, drawing and swimming?
Or mumble something about getting back to her room?

Hector still looks suspicious, but he nods. "Well there’s a lot to explore," he says. "I’ll give you a tour sometime if you like." He pulls the chair out from his desk and sits down. "But for right now, since you’re here, why don’t you come and sit on my knee? I’d like you to tell me all about yourself."

Without waiting for an answer, he takes hold of Sophie’s wrist and pulls her on to his lap. As she lands on his thighs, he tucks her calves behind his knees, then draws his feet back so that her feet are trapped between his, and her knees are forced apart either side of his knees. When Hector moves his knees wider apart, Sophie’s legs are parted still more.

Hector places his hand casually on her right thigh – rather higher than Sophie is comfortable with, and starts stroking it absent-mindedly. "So," he says. "What do you like to do outside school?"

Should Sophie tell him that she likes reading, drawing and swimming?
Or mumble something about getting back to her room?

As she describes her interests, Hector’s hand slides slowly up her thigh until it is rubbing against the front of Sophie’s panties. Hector spreads his legs apart further, forcing Sophie’s legs into a near-right angle, and his hand rather unsubtly turns until it is cupping her pussy. He starts to rub it slowly, making Sophie’s stomach clench in anxiety.

"Swimming, eh?" says Hector. "Have you been in any competitions? Won any medals, that kind of thing?"

Sophie has in fact won two gold medals in events with other schools, but she is getting quite worried about her uncle’s hand.

Should she tell him about her gold medals?
Or attempt to gently deflect Hector’s hand from her pussy?

"You can go to your room later," says Hector, now unsubtly rubbing her pussy through her panties with two fingers. "Come on, Sophie – you’re going to be living with us, now, and your aunt and I are going to try to act as much like parents as possible. We need to know about you – what you enjoy doing, what foods you like or don’t like, what your musical tastes are … and we’d like to know what sorts of things you’ve done over the years. Unfortunately your late parents were not the best correspondents, and they didn’t come and see us much, so we’re rather in the dark."

By now he has wormed one finger inside her gusset, and is now rubbing its tip along the groove between Sophie’s labia. Sophie can’t help gasping as the finger slides up inside her, but Hector has begun talking again.

"I know we’ll never replace your parents," he says, "but at least let us treat you like one of our own daughters."

Sophie is desperate to get off her perverted uncle’s lap, but her legs are still trapped. Moreover, he is waiting expectantly for an answer to his questions.

Should she suggest that maybe he shouldn’t be doing what he’s doing?
Or attempt to answer his questions?

As Sophie relates the stories of her swimming successes, Hector pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slides one long middle finger into her vagina. She gasps, and stops her story.

"Go on," says Hector. "This is interesting. So how did you catch up to her?"

Sophie rather breathlessly continues with her story, while Hector gently finger-fucks her. Then, with his other hand, he unzips his trousers and tugs out a long, thick, partially erect penis. Sophie’s eyes widen in alarm as he fetches a small jar of Vaseline from somewhere and deftly lubricates his shaft. It grows quickly, and soon is standing up proudly between Sophie’s legs.

"Now what about this drawing business?" asks Hector. "Are you any good?"

Should Sophie reply to her uncle’s question?
Or tell him that she is a virgin and would like to remain that way?

Sophie tries to move Hector’s hand, but it evades her grasp. His fingertips find her waistband, and slide down inside the front of her panties. His middle finger runs between her labia, and then curls inward, probing into her vagina.

"Come on," he says, "tell me about your swimming."

Sophie reluctantly tells him about her gold medals, while he thrusts his finger in and out of her vagina. She is getting very anxious now, but is not sure how to get out of this situation. Then she stares down in shock as his left hand unzips his trousers and fishes out a large, partially erect penis. A jar of Vaseline is produced from somewhere; Hector quickly lubes up his growing erection, and pulls Sophie’s panties to one side.

"Now what about this drawing business?" he asks. "Are you any good?"

Should Sophie reply to her uncle’s question?
Or tell him that she is a virgin and would like to remain that way?

"Well that’s a fine thing to say," says Hector in mild annoyance. "I’m doing my best to fill your father’s shoes, and although I’m sure I’m not much of a substitute, the least you can do is meet me halfway. If that means sitting on my lap while you tell me about yourself, I think that’s a small price to pay." While he is saying this, his finger is thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina. "All right, so you’re possibly a little old to be sitting on my lap, but damn it, I never had you on my lap before, so I’m making up for lost time."

His left hand unzips his trousers, and then takes out a large, semi-erect penis. Then Hector fetches a jar of Vaseline from somewhere on the desk behind him, and quickly lubes his growing erection. He pulls Sophie’s panties to one side. "Now," he says, "I seem to recall you used to enjoy drawing. Is that still the case?"

Sophie stares down at her uncle’s erection in growing panic. This is a nightmare!

Should she reply to her uncle’s question?
Or tell him that she is a virgin and would like to remain that way?

Sophie begins to tell her uncle about her interests, but she is rather distracted by the fact that his finger is thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina. His left hand, meanwhile, has migrated up to her left breast, which it is now squeezing and kneading thoroughly.

"Drawing, eh?" says Hector, dropping his left hand and fishing for the zip of his trousers. "Ah yes, I seem to recall you were fond of drawing when you were little. So are you any good these days?" He tugs his large, semi-erect penis out of his trousers, then fetches from somewhere behind him a jar of Vaseline, which he uses to lubricate his growing erection.

Sophie stares down in horror at the penis poking up between her upper thighs, just in front of her pussy.

Should she reply to her uncle’s question?
Or tell him that she is a virgin and would like to remain that way?

With a faltering voice, Sophie begins to tell her uncle about how she was entered into an inter-school art competition, but failed to win any prizes. To her horror, Hector grasps the end of his erection, bends it backwards, and lets it go so that it pops its head inside her vagina, and sinks deep as it straightens up. She gasps in pain.

"Aaahhh," says Hector, sighing with pleasure as he presses Sophie’s hips down, burying himself to the hilt inside her. "Shame you didn’t win a prize, but I’m sure there will be other opportunities. What sort of things do you like to draw?"

Sophie, still wincing, realises with a sad feeling that she is no longer a virgin. She starts to tell her uncle about the portraits she did of her friends at school, but then he lifts her and turns her towards the desk, bending her over it until her cheek is lying flat on the varnished wood.

"Go on," he grunts, as he begins thrusting hard, his erection sliding in long strokes in and out of her vagina while his hips pound against her buttocks.

Tears run down Sophie’s cheeks as she describes the picture she drew of the school building, which has been framed and put up on the wall in the corridor outside the art room.

"Very good!" says Hector, as his thrusting intensifies. "AAAAAHHH!!!" He ejaculates deep inside Sophie, and his thrusting winds down. "You should cultivate that skill – perhaps we can find you some space here for an easel and whatever else you need."

Sophie thanks him miserably, as Hector pulls his penis out of her, and replaces her panties across her pussy.

"Now run along," he says. "I’ll see you at supper."

Sophie hurries from the room, and runs into the bathroom, where she washes her pussy and tries to get her uncle’s semen out of her vagina. She very much hopes she does not get pregnant. Having done all she can, she returns to her room and lies huddled on her bed for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

"Quite right too, at your age," says Hector, bending his penis back until its head is pushing against the opening of her vagina. As he straightens it up, it sinks deep inside her, making her gasp in pain. Then he lifts her up and turns her towards the desk, bending her over so that her cheek is pressed against the varnished wood. As he thrusts inside her, he says, "So, no boyfriends that have managed to talk you into letting them have sex with you? I’ll bet a few have tried."

Tears roll down Sophie’s cheeks as she tells him that she has only had one boyfriend, and he was a perfect gentleman. Unfortunately his family moved away, and he had to leave the school.

"That’s a shame," says Hector, as his thrusting intensifies. "OooooOOOHHHH!!!" He ejaculates deep inside Sophie, and his thrusting winds down. "Never mind – I’m sure you’ll find someone else soon."

Sophie thanks him miserably, as Hector pulls his penis out of her, and replaces her panties across her pussy.

"Now run along," he says. "I’ll see you at supper."

Sophie hurries from the room, and runs into the bathroom, where she washes her pussy and tries to get her uncle’s semen out of her vagina. She very much hopes she does not get pregnant. Having done all she can, she returns to her room and lies huddled on her bed for the rest of the afternoon. Click here to continue.

Colin disgruntled, removes his hand and says nothing more. Sophie strains to hear Catriona, and thinks she hears the words "Ribena", "poo", and "lots". Then Uncle Hector comes into the room and takes a seat at the head of the table. Aunt Maud bustles in with various bottles, which she puts on the table in front of Sophie.

"Offer our guest a drink, Colin," says Hector.

"Um, what do you want to drink?" Colin asks Sophie.

Sophie looks at the drinks in front of her. She does not like fizzy drinks, which rules out the coke and the lemonade, and she is not all that keen on orange squash, but she does like Ribena. Catriona’s whisper has made her a little nervous, though.

Should she ask for Ribena?
Or orange squash?

Colin grins at Sophie’s response. "Great!" he says, squeezing her thigh and sliding his hand slowly upwards. "This is going to be a fun meal."

Sophie tries to listen to Catriona, but the girl has stopped whispering to Alistair. Colin’s hand, meanwhile, has reached the top of her thigh, and now he is blatantly rubbing her pussy through her panties, and using his middle finger to press the thin material into the groove between her labia. She is about to object, when Uncle Hector walks into the room, and Colin quickly withdraws his hand. Then Aunt Maud bustles in with various bottles, which she puts on the table in front of Sophie.

"Offer our guest a drink, Colin," says Hector.

"Um, what do you want to drink?" Colin asks Sophie.

Sophie looks at the drinks in front of her. She does not like fizzy drinks, which rules out the coke and the lemonade, and she is not all that keen on orange squash, but she does like Ribena.

Should she ask for Ribena?
Or orange squash?

Colin pours a little Ribena into her glass, and then tops it up with water. Sophie is quite thirsty, and soon empties the glass. Dinner is relatively civilised, until Colin’s wandering hand finds her thigh again. This time he slides it straight up to her panties, and attempts to worm a couple of fingers inside. Sophie is anxious to avoid a scene, but she doesn’t want Colin feeling her up either.

While she hesitates, Colin manages to get two fingers inside her panties, and he probes between her labia, trying to find her vaginal opening. With the angle he has got, and the fact that Sophie is sitting down, she doesn’t think he has much of a chance, but then she stiffens as somehow he manages to get the tip of his middle finger inside her vagina.

Sophie’s instinct is to push Colin’s hand away, but it occurs to her that perhaps she could take advantage of the situation.

Should she insist that he tell her where her bags are?
Or just push his hand away?

Colin pours a little orange squash into her glass, and then tops it up with water. Sophie is quite thirsty, and soon empties the glass. Dinner is relatively civilised, until Colin’s wandering hand finds her thigh again. This time he slides it straight up to her panties, and attempts to worm a couple of fingers inside. Sophie is anxious to avoid a scene, but she doesn’t want Colin feeling her up either.

While she hesitates, Colin manages to get two fingers inside her panties, and he probes between her labia, trying to find her vaginal opening. With the angle he has got, and the fact that Sophie is sitting down, she doesn’t think he has much of a chance, but then she stiffens as somehow he manages to get the tip of his middle finger inside her vagina.

Sophie’s instinct is to push Colin’s hand away, but it occurs to her that perhaps she could take advantage of the situation.

Should she insist that he tell her where her bags are?
Or just push his hand away?

"I don’t know where your stupid bags are," Colin mutters, withdrawing his hand.

Sophie sighs, her hopes of getting her bags back diminishing. After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. Sophie gets to her feet, but then gasps as her bowels rumble, and she feels a great pressure building up inside her rectum. Quickly the pain of holding her anus closed becomes unbearable, and she squeals as she relaxes her sphincter and a thick column of poo begins to force its way out of her anus. It is quite soft, and slithers out with surprising speed, squishing as it builds up into a huge mass in the back of her panties.

Horrified, Sophie tries to stem the flow, but the pressure from the emerging poo is greater than the force she is able to exert to close her anus. Her panties balloon outwards, sagging lower and lower until she has to grab hold of them to prevent them from slipping down her legs. She winces as a particularly large lump forces her anus uncomfortably wide, and she starts pushing, to make it come out faster and relieve her discomfort. After the big lump come several more, slightly smaller lumps, which push their way into the softer poo in her panties, which begins to ooze out of her panties next to her legs.

All of this happens in just a few seconds. Sophie’s cousins stare at her bulging panties, grinning and wide-eyed, and they burst out laughing when the poo starts leaking out and dropping to the floor in soft chunks.

"I’m getting my stick!" says Colin gleefully as he hurries out of the room.

"Get mine too!" exclaims Neil.

"And mine!" says Catriona.

"I’ll get all of them!" Colin calls back as he thunders up the stairs.

Tears spring to Sophie’s eyes. She is utterly mortified, yet her abdomen is still cramping uncomfortably from the pressure in her bowels. She has already made quite a mess – a little more would hardly make much difference – but she is desperate to get away from her laughing cousins.

Should she waddle to the front door?
Or finish her poo?

Colin does not resist being pushed away, and he does not try to grope Sophie again. After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. Sophie gets to her feet, but then gasps as her bowels rumble, and she feels a great pressure building up inside her rectum. Quickly the pain of holding her anus closed becomes unbearable, and she squeals as she relaxes her sphincter and a thick column of poo begins to force its way out of her anus. It is quite soft, and slithers out with surprising speed, squishing as it builds up into a huge mass in the back of her panties.

Horrified, Sophie tries to stem the flow, but the pressure from the emerging poo is greater than the force she is able to exert to close her anus. Her panties balloon outwards, sagging lower and lower until she has to grab hold of them to prevent them from slipping down her legs. She winces as a particularly large lump forces her anus uncomfortably wide, and she starts pushing, to make it come out faster and relieve her discomfort. After the big lump come several more, slightly smaller lumps, which push their way into the softer poo in her panties, which begins to ooze out of her panties next to her legs.

All of this happens in just a few seconds. Sophie’s cousins stare at her bulging panties, grinning and wide-eyed, and they burst out laughing when the poo starts leaking out and dropping to the floor in soft chunks.

"I’m getting my stick!" says Colin gleefully as he hurries out of the room.

"Get mine too!" exclaims Neil.

"And mine!" says Catriona.

"I’ll get all of them!" Colin calls back as he thunders up the stairs.

Tears spring to Sophie’s eyes. She is utterly mortified, yet her abdomen is still cramping uncomfortably from the pressure in her bowels. She has already made quite a mess – a little more would hardly make much difference – but she is desperate to get away from her laughing cousins.

Should she waddle to the front door?
Or finish her poo?

"I don’t know where your stupid bags are," Colin mutters, withdrawing his hand.

Sophie sighs, her hopes of getting her bags back diminishing. After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. Sophie gets to her feet, and starts helping to clear the table. As she enters the kitchen, Maud takes from her the plates she is carrying, and smiles at her. "Why don’t you run along and play with the others?" she suggests. "It’s a lovely evening now that the rain’s stopped – you should be outside getting some fresh air."

Sophie thanks her aunt, and rather reluctantly leaves the house via the front door. Outside, her cousins are playing a game of tag. They amiably allow Sophie to join in, but she soon discovers that the boys’ idea of ‘tagging’ her is to slap her on her buttocks or breasts. Soon she is out of breath, and a little sore.

"Let’s play Pig Run!" says Alistair.

"Good idea!" says Colin. "We’ll have to explain the rules to Sophie."

"I don’t want to play Pig Run," pouts Catriona. "And Suzy’s too little. Can’t we play French Cricket instead?"

"Pig Run’s more fun," says Colin. "But we can take a vote if you like. Who’s for Pig Run?" He puts his hand up, as do his two brothers. "And who’s for French Cricket?" Only Catriona and Suzanne put their hands up. "Pig Run it is."

"But Sophie hasn’t voted!" objects Catriona. "Sophie, wouldn’t you rather play French Cricket?"

"Sophie’s vote doesn’t count," says Colin, "because she doesn’t know what Pig Run is."

Disgusted, Catriona flounces back inside, followed by Suzy, who imitates her older sister’s petulant walk. Colin turns to Sophie.

"Come on," he says, and he turns and heads around the side of the house. Sophie follows with the other two boys. At the back of the house is a large pen, inside which the ground has been churned into thick, glutinous mud. The animals responsible for the churning, however, cause Sophie’s eyes to widen in astonishment.

"The pigs," says Colin, by way of introduction.

But the animals shuffling around in the mud do not look much like the pigs that Sophie is used to. Their snouts are immensely long, for one thing – almost a foot in length and somewhat resembling miniature elephants’ trunks. They also appear to possess, to Sophie’s disgust, long prehensile penises which plough through the mud as they walk. Slimy drool dangles from their mouths in long strands, often dragging along the surface of the mud behind them. In fact at least half of the mud in the pen seems coated with a shiny layer of pig saliva.

Should Sophie ask why the pigs look so unusual?
Or ask about the rules of the game?

Colin does not resist being pushed away, and he does not try to grope Sophie again. After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. Sophie gets to her feet, and starts helping to clear the table. As she enters the kitchen, Maud takes from her the plates she is carrying, and smiles at her. "Why don’t you run along and play with the others?" she suggests. "It’s a lovely evening now that the rain’s stopped – you should be outside getting some fresh air."

Sophie thanks her aunt, and rather reluctantly leaves the house via the front door. Outside, her cousins are playing a game of tag. They amiably allow Sophie to join in, but she soon discovers that the boys’ idea of ‘tagging’ her is to slap her on her buttocks or breasts. Soon she is out of breath, and a little sore.

"Let’s play Pig Run!" says Alistair.

"Good idea!" says Colin. "We’ll have to explain the rules to Sophie."

"I don’t want to play Pig Run," pouts Catriona. "And Suzy’s too little. Can’t we play French Cricket instead?"

"Pig Run’s more fun," says Colin. "But we can take a vote if you like. Who’s for Pig Run?" He puts his hand up, as do his two brothers. "And who’s for French Cricket?" Only Catriona and Suzanne put their hands up. "Pig Run it is."

"But Sophie hasn’t voted!" objects Catriona. "Sophie, wouldn’t you rather play French Cricket?"

"Sophie’s vote doesn’t count," says Colin, "because she doesn’t know what Pig Run is."

Disgusted, Catriona flounces back inside, followed by Suzy, who imitates her older sister’s petulant walk. Colin turns to Sophie.

"Come on," he says, and he turns and heads around the side of the house. Sophie follows with the other two boys. At the back of the house is a large pen, inside which the ground has been churned into thick, glutinous mud. The animals responsible for the churning, however, cause Sophie’s eyes to widen in astonishment.

"The pigs," says Colin, by way of introduction.

But the animals shuffling around in the mud do not look much like the pigs that Sophie is used to. Their snouts are immensely long, for one thing – almost two feet in length and somewhat resembling miniature elephants’ trunks. They also appear to possess, to Sophie’s disgust, long prehensile penises which plough through the mud as they walk. Slimy drool dangles from their mouths in long strands, often dragging along the surface of the mud behind them. In fact at least half of the mud in the pen seems coated with a shiny layer of pig saliva.

Should Sophie ask why the pigs look so unusual?
Or ask about the rules of the game?

Sophie starts to waddle towards the front door, and her cousins follow closely behind, still mocking her and laughing hysterically. Aunt Maud comes out of the kitchen to investigate the ruckus, and when she sees Sophie’s bulging panties, she frowns and puts her hands on her hips.

"Sophie!" she exclaims. "Whatever have you done?" Tutting and shaking her head, she marches over to Sophie and takes hold of the poor girl’s arm. "Come on – upstairs," she says firmly.

Chunks of poo falling from her panties, Sophie finds herself being frogmarched up the stairs. But instead of being taken to the bathroom as she expects, she is led straight to her room. "You can stay in there and suffer with the smell and think about what you’ve done!" says Maud sternly. "And don’t even think about trying to clean up! I’ll be back in an hour to make sure you’ve still got your messy panties on. Maybe by that time you’ll feel wretched enough to have learned your lesson." With that, she pushes Sophie inside and closes the door behind her. Sophie hears a key being turned in the lock.

Feeling thoroughly miserable, Sophie kneels down next to her bed. Her bowels are still cramping painfully, so she relaxes her anus and starts pushing out the rest of her poo. It doesn’t seem to matter much now. Already overloaded, her panties soon overflow, and poo starts spilling out of the waistband at the back, and either side of her gusset between her legs. Some of it pushes up around her pussy, and forms a new bulge in the front of her panties. After a few seconds, the front of the waistband parts company with the skin of her lower abdomen, and a ridge of poo rises up in between. Climbing higher and higher, it slowly tips over forward, and a chunk falls to the floor.

By now a considerable pile of poo has built up between Sophie’s legs, and she is becoming quite alarmed. She has never in her life pooped as much as this before. She wonders if there was something in the food – or perhaps in her drink – that is making her defecate like this. At any rate, her brown-stained panties are bulging on all sides now, and still spilling poo as fast as she can produce it. And still her bowels feel full.

With a sigh, Sophie pushes harder, and the flow of poo increases. Some of it is flowing along her gusset and stroking her pussy, sliding messily beneath her clitoris and causing strange tingling sensations in her loins.

Should Sophie shudder and try to ignore these sensations?
Or grind her pussy into the poo a little, to see what happens?

Sophie strains, and fresh poo slithers rapidly out of her anus and pours into her panties. Unfortunately her panties are very overloaded and there is nowhere else for the poo to go. As her cousins shriek with laughter, Sophie looks down sadly at the chunks of poo that are falling to the floor and forming a little pile between her feet. Some of the poo is surging forward along her gusset, sliding against her pussy as it pushes into the front of her panties and forms a new bulge there.

Colin bounds back down the stairs, carrying five long, knobbly wooden sticks that have been stripped of their bark. He passes the smallest one to Suzy, and then doles out the others. Sophie regards them nervously, but does not stop pooping – it is too much of a relief to push the nasty poo out of her bowels. It occurs to her that she has never pooped this much before, and that she should be very alarmed by this, but such thoughts are driven almost immediately from her mind as the children start poking her with the sticks.

"Sme-lly sme-lly So-phie, couldn’t get to the loo," they chant, marching around her in a circle and prodding at her with the ends of their sticks. "Sme-lly sme-lly So-phie, did a great big poo! Sme-lly sme-lly So-phie, didn’t pull down her pants. Sme-lly sme-lly So-phie, did it in her pants!"

Thoroughly traumatised, Sophie sobs until the tears rolled down her cheeks, but she keeps pushing out more and more poo into her panties, and large lumps continue to drop out of the sides to land in the growing pile on the floor. Her rectum seems a little less full, now, but she keeps on straining, her anus expanding and contracting to allow the passage of various different widths of turd. Neil, giggling, pushes his stick into the bulge in the back of Sophie’s panties – it sinks in and leaves a deep dent when he removes it.

"What’s going on?" demands Aunt Maud, storming into the room. She takes one look at the pile of poo between Sophie’s feet, and her eyes narrow. She peers around Sophie to see the back of her overloaded panties, which are sagging way below Sophie’s ultra-short dress. "As I thought!" She folds her arms and glares around at her children. "All right, which of you spiked Sophie’s drink with Gigantolax?"

The cousins lower their sticks and stare at the floor. "Come on!" says Aunt Maud sharply, while the pile of poo on the floor starts to flow over the top of Sophie’s shoes. "Nothing else could have produced … this." She gestures at the poo. "Neil, was it you?" she demands. "I bet it was, you little…"

"It wasn’t me, it was Cat and Alistair!" Neil blurts out.

"Idiot!" snaps Catriona, hitting him.

"Of course it was," says Maud, smiling grimly at Catriona and Alistair. "Well you were all poking her with your silly sticks, so none of you is blameless as far as I’m concerned. You can all jolly well help to clean her up."

"Oh Mum!" whine five voices.

"Serves you all right if you get her poo on you," says Maud. "Come on upstairs, all of you. You too, Sophie."

Sophie squeezes out the last of her poo, and waddles carefully upstairs after her aunt and cousins. She is rather surprised to be led, not into the bathroom, but down the corridor to her own room. Maud spreads out a couple of towels over the bedspread. "Take off your dress, dear," she says. "No sense in it getting more messy than it already is."

Sophie looks nervously around at her cousins, who are all watching her with interest.

Should she do as her aunt says, and take off her dress?
Or say timidly that she’s too shy to do that in front of everyone?

"They’re hybrids – genetic experiments," says Colin knowledgably. "Dad’s an expert at DNA splicing. He’s spliced some Indian elephant DNA into a pig’s DNA, and voila. I think he threw some other things in there too – he experiments quite a lot. But never mind that – I expect you want to know how to play this game." Click here to continue.

"It’s quite simple," says Colin. "You start at this end, climb over the fence into the pen, and run towards the far end. You start off with ten points, but each time you touch a pig, you lose a point. Once we’ve all got to the far end, the person with the fewest points has to perform a forfeit determined by the person with the most points."

Sophie thinks this sounds like a very messy game, and looks down unhappily at her clothing. Colin grins. "Cheer up – maybe you’ll be great at this, and beat all of us. Alistair, you go first."

Alistair nods, and hops over the fence. He nimbly darts through the pen, sinking up to his ankles in the mud but never slipping or losing his balance. Sophie is startled, however, by the reactions of the pigs. As soon as Alistair entered the pen, they looked up at him and turned to face him, and now they are charging at him, splashing through the mud and uttering bizarre and rather un-piglike groaning sounds. Their trunks thrash through the air, trying to reach him, but he dashes hither and thither, managing to avoid them. Then one of the pigs manages to swat his heel.

"Nine points!" shouted Colin.

Alistair dodges to the left, then tries to jump over one of the smaller pigs – but it grabs his ankle, causing him to trip as he falls. Wrenching himself free, he gets up and sprints for the far end. He throws himself at the gate, but is tagged by another pig trunk just as he opens it.

"Seven! Not bad," says Colin. "Neil’s turn."

Neil, despite his small stature, is exceedingly agile, and for a while looks as if he will make it through without a single touch. But, with just a few yards to go, he finds his way barred by a large pig with an air of wary cunning about it. He feints to the left, dodges right, then finds himself being chased. He yells and dives to one side, but the pig is upon him, putting its forefeet on his chest and probing at his clothing with its trunk.

With difficulty Neil gets up, but the pig has his jacket between its teeth. Neil shrugs out of the garment and abandons it, racing for the gate. He makes it through while the pig is still chomping on his jacket.

"Dad used to keep little treats for the pigs in his pockets," explains Colin to Sophie. "So now they see any kind of clothing as receptacles for treats. Not a great idea on Dad’s part – they’re very, very clever animals, with practically no fear of people. That was at least four touches, Neil – I’ll be generous and say you have six points. Okay, my turn."

Colin does well, only getting touched once. "Nine points!" he exults as he makes it through the gate. "Okay Sophie – if you can get through without getting touched, you get to set a forfeit for Neil."

Sophie nervously climbs the fence, and tries to decide upon a strategy.

Should she run as fast as possible down the middle, keeping her dodging to a minimum?
Or weave back and forth, dodging a lot so as to confuse the pigs?

Sophie tries to ignore the strangely pleasant sensations emanating from her clitoris, and focuses instead on emptying her bowels. Her anus widens as a particularly large and knobbly chunk of poo forces its way out of her rectum, and she grimaces briefly in pain. But then she groans with relief as it pops through, displacing more of the softer poo, which falls out on to the floor. A firm but slimmer poo now rushes through her anus, curling up beneath her buttocks and causing yet more spillage.

With a final push, Sophie squeezes the last of her poo into her overcrowded panties. There is a moist thud as more poo drops on to the pile between her calves. The pile is now impressively high and wide, like a molehill perhaps, or the biggest and firmest cowpat Sophie could imagine. Not daring to remove her panties, after her aunt’s stern warning, Sophie spends the next hour alternately standing, kneeling, or pacing up and down, while the poo cools and hardens in her panties.

Eventually Maud comes into the room. "Good heavens!" she exclaims, seeing the mound of poo on the floor. Then she frowns. "I’ll bet I know who’s responsible for this," she says. "It’s entirely possible that I owe you an apology, Sophie. Wait here – I’ll be back in a minute."

Sophie waddles over to the door of her room and listens while her aunt takes the children to task. Then she retreats hastily as Maud climbs back up the stairs. Other footsteps suggest that she has at least one of her children in tow.

"I apologise, Sophie," says Maud, entering the room again. "The children spiked your drink with a very powerful laxative called Gigantolax. It causes your poo to expand to about five times its volume, causing a phenomenon known as M.I.D., or Massive Involuntary Defecation. They occasionally use it on each other, but it was rotten of them to use it on you. I am sorry. Anyway, since they were all being mean to you, I’ve told them they all have to help in cleaning you up." She spreads out a couple of towels over the bedspread. "Take off your dress, dear," she says. "No sense in it getting more messy than it already is."

Sophie looks nervously around at her cousins, who have all entered the room and are watching her with interest.

Should she do as her aunt says, and take off her dress?
Or say timidly that she’s too shy to do that in front of everyone?

Sophie begins to undulate her hips, grinding her pussy into the poo in her panties. Her clitoral hood is pulled back with each arch of her back, causing her exposed clitoris to slide directly through the semi-soft poo. Sophie shivers as pleasurable sensations ripple outward from her loins, and she reaches between her legs, pressing the poo into her pussy through her panties. As her excitement mounts, even the peripheral sensations such as the sliding of her poo against her buttocks and anus begin to bring her intense pleasure.

Deciding suddenly that she likes pooping into her panties, Sophie relaxes her anus and pushes again. Her eyes water as a huge, firm lump struggles to pass through her anus, but sighs with relief as it pops through and is followed by a long, slimmer but just as firm rope of poo that coils up beneath her buttocks. As she pushes more and more poo out of her rectum, her panties drop chunk after chunk on to the floor between her legs, where the pile is becoming quite mountainous. She is almost disappointed when the last of her poo slips into her panties, and she realises that there is no more left inside her.

Reaching back, she puts her hand underneath her panties and lifts them up, pressing her poo against her buttocks and anus. Continuing to grind her hips, she sighs happily as she feels a ridge of poo forming between her labia and caressing her clitoris like the tip of a warm tongue. She can feel her orgasm approaching, and her inhibitions temporarily fleeing away. It is unlike her to enjoy feeling so naughty, but she can’t seem to help it. Part of her is still very nervous of her aunt’s wrath, but another part wants to do something really disgusting.

Should she seek out a firm piece of poo and start fucking herself with it?
Or have a quick orgasm and then wait for her aunt to return?

Sophie reluctantly removes her dress, revealing her nipples, which are completely uncovered by her inadequately small bra. Maud tuts as she stares at them.

"That bra really is ridiculous on you," she says. "Take it off dear – your breasts will end up misshapen if you keep wearing it."

Sophie is only too happy to remove the uncomfortable garment. She gives it to her aunt, and then folds her arms across her naked breasts.

"All right, dear, lie down on the towels with your bottom near the edge of the bed, and lift your legs up in the air," says Maud.

Sophie looks down uncertainly at the towels, but her aunt makes an impatient noise, so she turns around and gingerly lowers herself down, taking care not to sit on the mess in her panties, until she is lying back on the towels. She lifts her legs up in the air, with her knees bent, and Maud pulls her panties sharply up her thighs. The huge quantity of poo inside the panties falls out and lands with a damp thud on Sophie’s pussy and lower abdomen; some of it falls on to the towel and piles up against Sophie’s anus and labia. Maud removes Sophie’s panties, now empty though very messy, and puts them down on the towel next to Sophie. Then she pushes Sophie’s legs apart, pressing her knees almost to the towel on either side. Sophie whimpers in discomfort and embarrassment – only the huge pile of her poo is hiding her naked pussy from the wide eyes of her cousins.

The distant sound of the telephone makes Maud frown. "Bother," she says. "That’ll be Stella. Colin, you take charge of cleaning Sophie until I get back. Catriona, go and fetch the plastic bowl from the bathroom and use it to pick up Sophie’s poo from the floor. Neil, fetch a couple of face flannels. Suzy, go and fetch a bowl of warm water and a bar of soap."

Catriona grumbles as she follows her mother out of the room. Colin grins down at Sophie. "Well, this should be interesting," he says.

Sophie’s stomach ties itself in knots – she is not at all looking forward to having Colin clean her.

Should she attempt to close her legs?
Or tell him she can clean herself, thanks?

"Oh nonsense," says Maud briskly. "We’re all family here." She grasps the hem of Sophie’s dress and hauls it upwards, tugging it up to Sophie’s armpits. "Well lift your arms, dear!"

Sophie reluctantly lifts up her arms, allowing her aunt to remove her dress entirely. This reveals her nipples, which are completely uncovered by her inadequately small bra. Maud tuts as she stares at them.

"That bra really is ridiculous on you," she says. "Take it off dear – your breasts will end up misshapen if you keep wearing it."

Sophie is only too happy to remove the uncomfortable garment. She gives it to her aunt, and then folds her arms across her naked breasts.

"All right, dear, lie down on the towels with your bottom near the edge of the bed, and lift your legs up in the air," says Maud.

Sophie looks down uncertainly at the towels, but her aunt makes an impatient noise, so she turns around and gingerly lowers herself down, taking care not to sit on the mess in her panties, until she is lying back on the towels. She lifts her legs up in the air, with her knees bent, and Maud pulls her panties sharply up her thighs. The huge quantity of poo inside the panties falls out and lands with a damp thud on Sophie’s pussy and lower abdomen; some of it falls on to the towel and piles up against Sophie’s anus and labia. Maud removes Sophie’s panties, now empty though very messy, and puts them down on the towel next to Sophie. Then she pushes Sophie’s legs apart, pressing her knees almost to the towel on either side. Sophie whimpers in discomfort and embarrassment – only the huge pile of her poo is hiding her naked pussy from the wide eyes of her cousins.

The distant sound of the telephone makes Maud frown. "Bother," she says. "That’ll be Stella. Colin, you take charge of cleaning Sophie until I get back. Catriona, go and fetch the plastic bowl from the bathroom and use it to pick up Sophie’s poo from the floor. Neil, fetch a couple of face flannels. Suzy, go and fetch a bowl of warm water and a bar of soap."

Catriona grumbles as she follows her mother out of the room. Colin grins down at Sophie. "Well, this should be interesting," he says.

Sophie’s stomach ties itself in knots – she is not at all looking forward to having Colin clean her.

Should she attempt to close her legs?
Or tell him she can clean herself, thanks?

Sophie quickly realises she has chosen the wrong strategy. The mud is thick, sticky and slimy, and she quickly gets bogged down, which reduces her speed to that of an average walking pace at best. The pigs crowd around her, probing at her with their long trunks. A couple of them wrap their trunks around her knees, and then back away from each other, pulling her legs apart. Her arms flailing, Sophie falls down face first into the mud. The pigs all crowd in around her, pulling and biting at her dress. She hears ripping sounds, and squeals in alarm as fragments of her dress are torn from her body and tossed aside or eaten.

Then one dexterous trunk manages to pull her panties away from her bottom, and toothy jaws make short work of the flimsy material. Sophie tries to struggle back to her feet, but her wrists are grabbed and pulled away from her, and she flounders helplessly on her front, getting muddier by the second. The last remnants of her dress are soon torn off her, and her bra follows shortly afterwards. As she struggles to push herself up on to her hands and knees, one of the pigs suddenly jumps on to her back from behind, and she feels something warm and slimy poking against her pussy. Alarmed, she thrashes wildly, but her arms are pulled out sideways again and her cheek thuds into the mud.

A slippery pig penis slides deep into her vagina, making her squeal again. It begins thrusting incredibly rapidly, and within a few seconds she feels a rush of fluid inside her. The pig climbs off, and another takes its place. Sophie, panicking, looks around the pen and counts at least twenty pigs. All of them look like males.

Should she call to Colin for help?
Or submit to the pigs in the hope that the ordeal will end soon?

Sophie quickly realises she has chosen the wrong strategy. The mud is thick, sticky and slimy, and she quickly gets bogged down. The pigs crowd around her, probing at her with their long trunks. A couple of them wrap their trunks around her knees, and then back away from each other, pulling her legs apart. Her arms flailing, Sophie falls down face first into the mud. The pigs all crowd in around her, pulling and biting at her dress. She hears ripping sounds, and squeals in alarm as fragments of her dress are torn from her body and tossed aside or eaten.

Then one dexterous trunk manages to pull her panties away from her bottom, and toothy jaws make short work of the flimsy material. Sophie tries to struggle back to her feet, but her wrists are grabbed and pulled away from her, and she flounders helplessly on her front, getting muddier by the second. The last remnants of her dress are soon torn off her, and her bra follows shortly afterwards. As she struggles to push herself up on to her hands and knees, one of the pigs suddenly jumps on to her back from behind, and she feels something warm and slimy poking against her pussy. Alarmed, she thrashes wildly, but her arms are pulled out sideways again and her cheek thuds into the mud.

A slippery pig penis slides deep into her vagina, making her squeal again. It begins thrusting incredibly rapidly, and within a few seconds she feels a rush of fluid inside her. The pig climbs off, and another takes its place. Sophie, panicking, looks around the pen and counts at least twenty pigs. All of them look like males.

Should she call to Colin for help?
Or submit to the pigs in the hope that the ordeal will end soon?

Sophie finds a large, roughly cylindrical piece of poo half-buried in the pile between her knees. It is quite firm, and she thinks it would make quite a good dildo. Pulling aside her gusset, she presses one rounded end of the poo against her vaginal opening, and gently pushes it inwards. Her opening widens, and gradually her vagina engulfs the poo as she thrusts it carefully inside. Unfortunately she has erred in her judgement, and by the time it reaches her cervix and stops, too little of it remains outside for her to grip and pull it back out.

Nevertheless, it feels spectacular inside her, and she kneads it with her vaginal muscles, which causes it to start slipping out of her. Pushing it back in, she squeezes again and it slides partially out. Smiling, Sophie continues this process and thus manages to fuck herself quite effectively with the poo. With her other hand, she rubs her clitoris through her panties and soon is shuddering and gasping in an intense, delightful orgasm.

As she comes down from her climax, Sophie finds that she is still horny. She squeezes out the poo from her vagina, but cannot make up her mind what to do next.

Should she ‘be good’ until her aunt comes for her?
Or start getting herself really messy?

Sophie tries to think of non-sexy things as she winds down from her orgasm. She spends the next hour alternately standing, kneeling, or pacing up and down, while the poo cools and hardens in her panties.

Eventually Maud comes into the room. "Good heavens!" she exclaims, seeing the mound of poo on the floor. Then she frowns. "I’ll bet I know who’s responsible for this," she says. "It’s entirely possible that I owe you an apology, Sophie. Wait here – I’ll be back in a minute."

Sophie waddles over to the door of her room and listens while her aunt takes the children to task. Then she retreats hastily as Maud climbs back up the stairs. Other footsteps suggest that she has at least one of her children in tow.

"I apologise, Sophie," says Maud, entering the room again. "The children spiked your drink with a very powerful laxative called Gigantolax. It causes your poo to expand to about five times its volume, causing a phenomenon known as M.I.D., or Massive Involuntary Defecation. They occasionally use it on each other, but it was rotten of them to use it on you. I am sorry. Anyway, since they were all being mean to you, I’ve told them they all have to help in cleaning you up." She spreads out a couple of towels over the bedspread. "Take off your dress, dear," she says. "No sense in it getting more messy than it already is."

Sophie looks nervously around at her cousins, who have all entered the room and are watching her with interest.

Should she do as her aunt says, and take off her dress?
Or say timidly that she’s too shy to do that in front of everyone?

Sophie starts to close her legs, but Colin pushes them wide apart again. "We can’t clean you properly unless your legs are spread," he says. "Just keep still until the others get back."

Neil soon arrives with three face flannels, and Catriona enters a moment later carrying a red plastic bowl. Suzy, however, does not appear, and soon Alistair is getting impatient. "I bet she’s buggered off," he says.

"Possibly," concedes Colin. "But we’d best start without her." He takes one of the flannels and lays it over the poo piled over Sophie’s pussy. "I’ll just start wiping some of this poo off, then." He places his palm against the flannel, and presses it down, squishing the mass of poo against Sophie’s labia. Then he begins moving his hand around in a circular motion, while still keeping up the pressure, and Sophie quivers as she feels the poo sliding against her clitoris.

Catriona, Alistair and Neil look on with interest. Then Alistair stoops and carefully picks up the red bowl from where Catriona has left it on the floor. Sophie now sees that it is piled high with her poo. Without warning, Alistair turns it upside down, dumping all of the poo within on to Sophie’s belly. She squeals in shock.

"What did you do that for?" demands Catriona. "We’re supposed to be cleaning her, not getting her more messy."

"Yeah but this is more fun," says Alistair, and Colin chuckles.

It is now obvious to Sophie that her cousins are going to prolong her predicament for their enjoyment, rather than helping her to get clean. But she is not sure what she should do about it.

Should she shout for her aunt?
Or let her cousins dig their own graves, by waiting until she is really messy?

"I’m sure you could clean yourself," says Colin, "but that wouldn’t be much of a punishment for us for spiking your drink. Mum told us to clean you up, and that’s what we’ll do."

Neil soon arrives with three face flannels, and Catriona enters a moment later carrying a red plastic bowl. Suzy, however, does not appear, and soon Alistair is getting impatient. "I bet she’s buggered off," he says.

"Possibly," concedes Colin. "But we’d best start without her." He takes one of the flannels and lays it over the poo piled over Sophie’s pussy. "I’ll just start wiping some of this poo off, then." He places his palm against the flannel, and presses it down, squishing the mass of poo against Sophie’s labia. Then he begins moving his hand around in a circular motion, while still keeping up the pressure, and Sophie quivers as she feels the poo sliding against her clitoris.

Catriona, Alistair and Neil look on with interest. Then Alistair stoops and carefully picks up the red bowl from where Catriona has left it on the floor. Sophie now sees that it is piled high with her poo. Without warning, Alistair turns it upside down, dumping all of the poo within on to Sophie’s belly. She squeals in shock.

"What did you do that for?" demands Catriona. "We’re supposed to be cleaning her, not getting her more messy."

"Yeah but this is more fun," says Alistair, and Colin chuckles.

It is now obvious to Sophie that her cousins are going to prolong her predicament for their enjoyment, rather than helping her to get clean. But she is not sure what she should do about it.

Should she shout for her aunt?
Or let her cousins dig their own graves, by waiting until she is really messy?

Sophie shouts for Colin, but she cannot see him and is not sure if he can hear her over the excited barks and groans of the pigs. Another rush of fluid inside her tells her that the second pig has climaxed – it climbs off and a third pig mounts her. It could not, apparently, wait until it was centred behind her bottom, and is positioned mainly over her left buttock. This allows room for another of the pigs to mount her from the other side – its prehensile penis probes between her buttocks and its slimy tip begins to push against her anus. Sophie clenches, but it is no use – the penis is wiry and strong, and thrusts deep into her rectum.

The pig in her vagina empties its seed into her, and climbs off. Semen dribbles out of her and collects in a puddle on the surface of the mud. Then another pig is pushing its penis into her, and Sophie begins to cry as she resigns herself to being fucked by every pig in the pen.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes, this is exactly what happens. Some of the pigs fuck her anus; others fuck her vagina. Even when she flattens her body against the mud, she cannot escape them – their long penises do not even require them to get down to her level. At one point she actually has two penises fucking her vagina at the same time, although her anus becomes more popular once she is lying in the mud.

Finally, the last of the pigs comes inside her, and wanders off. Exhausted, Sophie lies panting in the mud, which, from the smell of it, is probably equal parts mud and pig-shit. She looks up, and sees the boys on the far side of the pen. Colin and Alistair have their hands down their trousers and are clearly masturbating.

One of the pigs comes back and starts nosing between her legs. She wearily gets to her feet, and stumbles across the pen, completely naked apart from her shoes, which curiously the pigs left alone. She covers her breasts and pussy as she approaches the boys.

"Come on," says Colin, taking his hand out of the front of his trousers. "We’d best get you inside – looks like you need another bath, and another set of clothes."

Colin’s cavalier attitude in the face of her rape by two dozen pigs fills Sophie with a sense of great distress. She hates this place, and wants to get far away from here.

Should she force herself to calm down, and follow Colin back to the house?
Or make a break for it, and run away through the woods?

The pigs bark and groan excitedly as they jostle for position. Another rush of fluid inside Sophie tells her that the second pig has climaxed – it climbs off and a third pig mounts her. It could not, apparently, wait until it was centred behind her bottom, and is positioned mainly over her left buttock. This allows room for another of the pigs to mount her from the other side – its prehensile penis probes between her buttocks and its slimy tip begins to push against her anus. Sophie clenches, but it is no use – the penis is wiry and strong, and thrusts deep into her rectum.

The pig in her vagina empties its seed into her, and climbs off. Semen dribbles out of her and collects in a puddle on the surface of the mud. Then another pig is pushing its penis into her, and Sophie begins to cry as she resigns herself to being fucked by every pig in the pen.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes, this is exactly what happens. Some of the pigs fuck her anus; others fuck her vagina. Even when she flattens her body against the mud, she cannot escape them – their long penises do not even require them to get down to her level. At one point she actually has two penises fucking her vagina at the same time, although her anus becomes more popular once she is lying in the mud.

Finally, the last of the pigs comes inside her, and wanders off. Exhausted, Sophie lies panting in the mud, which, from the smell of it, is probably equal parts mud and pig-shit. She looks up, and sees the boys on the far side of the pen. Colin and Alistair have their hands down their trousers and are clearly masturbating.

One of the pigs comes back and starts nosing between her legs. She wearily gets to her feet, and stumbles across the pen, completely naked apart from her shoes, which curiously the pigs left alone. She covers her breasts and pussy as she approaches the boys.

"Come on," says Colin, taking his hand out of the front of his trousers. "We’d best get you inside."

"Mum’s going to be pissed off that you ruined your clothes already," says Alistair.

"Yeah," says Colin, chuckling. "She’ll probably make you spend the rest of the day naked."

Sophie is horrified at this thought as she follows the boys back to the house.

Should she allow Colin to explain to her aunt what happened?
Or make sure she gets out the story first?

Throwing caution to the wind, Sophie starts scooping up handfuls of poo from the floor and plastering it over her breasts. Rubbing the squishy poo into her nipples through the thin material of her dress feels heavenly. She pulls her dress up, smears her hands up and down her belly, coating it with poo, and once it is spread thinly over her skin, she picks up more poo and adds a second coat. Then she starts caressing her thighs with more messy handfuls, and soon they too are coated brown. Thrusting her hand into the front of her panties, she curls two fingers around and pushes them into her vagina. Finger-fucking herself rapidly, she gasps out loud as she squeezes her left breast with her free hand.

She grabs her poo-dildo and slides it back into her vagina. When it reaches her cervix, she keeps pushing, and it compresses and squishes inside her. Soon she has pressed the outer end far enough inside to make a little room, which she fills with more poo. Then she strips off her messy dress and bra, and masturbates herself to another orgasm, and then another, and another after that.

Exhausted but happy, she feels a strong urge to climb on to her bed and take a short nap. But in the back of her mind, she can’t help wondering about what will happen when her aunt comes in and finds her like this.

Should she lie down on the bed and take a nap?
Or attempt a clean-up?

Colin curses, and uses the bowl to scoop up all the poo from Sophie’s belly. Then Alistair takes out a handkerchief and uses it to wipe the poo from Sophie’s skin. By the time Aunt Maud comes storming into the room, there is no evidence that Sophie’s cousins were not intending to clean her.

"Well?" demands Maud.

Alistair shrugs. "She just doesn’t want to get clean, I suppose."

Sophie is speechless. With her aunt glaring at her, she feels she must say something. But what?

Should she say that Alistair dumped her poo on to her belly?
Or say that she is really uncomfortable with being cleaned by her cousins?

Encouraged by Sophie’s lack of response, Alistair uses a face flannel to start smearing poo all over Sophie’s belly. He and Colin each grab one of Sophie’s wrists, and pull her hands away from her breasts. Then Alistair uses the flannel to push a large mound of poo up over Sophie’s left breast, and he spreads the poo around, squishing it against her nipple. Colin chuckles at this, while Catriona and Neil simply stare with a mixture of disgust and fascination.

Alistair moves on to Sophie’s right breast, mashing poo into it and coating it all over with the brown mess. Colin, meanwhile, is using his flannel to manoeuvre a small, firm chunk of poo to just in front of Sophie’s vaginal opening. With a quick push, he thrusts it inside her, and prods it deep with one finger inside the flannel.

Sophie gasps, and judges this is the moment to call for her aunt. She does so, shrilly, and Maud, who happens to be close by at the time, marches into the room. She gasps as she sees Sophie covered in poo, with Colin and Alistair holding messy flannels and looking guilty.

"Good grief!" she says with a sigh. "I can’t trust you to do anything, can I? Where’s Suzy with that bowl of water?"

"She didn’t come back," says Colin.

"Oh really?" says Maud with a frown. "Well I’ll deal with her later. Catriona – you get a bowl of hot water and some soap, please."

Catriona slips out of the room, and Maud folds her arms and taps her foot on the floor while she waits. Two minutes later, Catriona returns, and Maud places the bowl on the bed next to Sophie. Taking a messy flannel from Colin with a grimace of disgust, she washes it out in the bowl, then, having wrung it out, proceeds to wipe Sophie’s breasts clean with it.

Whenever the flannel gets too messy, she washes it out again, then goes back to cleaning Sophie. Soon the water is deep brown, with chunks of poo drifting around in it. Sophie’s upper body is now free of solid poo, but still streaky with brown water. Maud now goes to work on Sophie’s pussy and buttocks, slowly clearing the mass of poo from them. She dumps as much of the solid stuff as possible in the red bowl, but the rest simply adds to the increasingly poopy water in the other bowl.

Sophie whimpers as Maud works the flannel around her labia, along the groove between her buttocks, and even up underneath her clitoral hood, by pulling it back to reveal Sophie’s clitoris. Sophie twitches each time the flannel brushes against that most sensitive spot.

"There may be a bit of poo inside her," Colin mentions in an off-hand manner.

Maud looks at him sharply. "You mean you put some up there!" she says. She sighs and slides two fingers into Sophie’s vagina, making the girl squeal and try to close her legs. But Colin and Alistair each grab a knee, and pull her legs wide apart again.

"Yes, I can feel it," says Maud, probing deep. "But it’s too far in to get with my fingers. We’ll have to flush it out with the turkey baster. Cat, perhaps you could get that for me."

Sophie thinks she could probably expel the poo by squeezing with her vagina muscles.

Should she mention this?
Or let her aunt use the turkey baster on her?

Covering her breasts and pussy as best she can, Sophie follows the boys into the house. Inside, Aunt Maud stares at her in shock. "Whatever happened?" she demands.

"Sophie climbed into the pig pen," says Colin. "We told her not to. The pigs tore her clothes off and ate them."

"Silly girl!" Aunt Maud scolds Sophie. "Well your own clothes are almost dry, so you’ll soon be able to put them on. In the meantime, since I have nothing else to give you, you’ll have to remain naked."

Behind their mother’s back, Colin and Alistair high-five each other.

"Go and run yourself another bath," says Maud. "But don’t use too much water!"

"I’ll scrub your back for you if you like," says Colin.

"I’ll scrub your front," offers Alistair.

Maud chuckles. "You boys leave her alone," she says.

Sophie hurries upstairs and shuts herself in the bathroom. She runs some water in, then she climbs in and washes herself clean. Afterwards she dries herself, and, having peered out to make sure nobody is on the landing, she runs naked back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

Sophie climbs over the fence, then makes a dash for the trees. The boys stare after her in puzzlement.

"Hey!" calls Colin. "Where are you going?"

He chases after her and catches her before she reaches the trees. Rugby-tackling her to the ground, he holds her down as she struggles. Alistair and Neil pile on top of her as well, and the three of them roll her over on to her back. Sophie continues to try to struggle free, but she can’t help noticing that the boys’ hands are roaming rather freely over her naked body as they hold her in place.

"Calm down!" says Colin, who is straddling her with his knees effectively pinning her arms to her sides. His hands are holding her chest down – by clutching both of her breasts.

Behind Colin, Alistair and Neil are each sitting on one of Sophie’s legs, which they are holding wide apart. One of them – presumably Alistair, though she cannot see past Colin – is cupping her pussy with one hand. As Sophie’s struggles become more feeble, she feels a finger sliding up into her vagina.

"Now are you going to calm down and come inside?" asks Colin.

Sophie does not see that she has a choice, and nods in defeat. Colin climbs off her and helps her up. As she walks with him back to the house, Sophie feels thoroughly miserable. But it occurs to her to wonder what Aunt Maud will think of what happened to her in the pig pen.

Should she allow Colin to explain to her aunt what happened?
Or make sure she gets out the story first?

Covering her breasts and pussy as best she can, Sophie follows the boys into the house. Inside, Aunt Maud stares at her in shock. "Whatever happened?" she demands.

Sophie blurts out the whole story before Colin can get a word in edgeways. Aunt Maud frowns at Colin. "You knew that would happen, didn’t you, after what happened to me last year. I think that was jolly rotten of you."

She smiles sympathetically at Sophie. "Well your own clothes are almost dry, so you’ll soon be able to put them on. In the meantime, since I have nothing else to give you, I’m afraid you’ll have to remain naked."

Behind their mother’s back, Colin and Alistair high-five each other.

"Go and run yourself another bath," says Maud. "But don’t use too much water!"

"I’ll scrub your back for you if you like," says Colin.

"I’ll scrub your front," offers Alistair.

Maud frowns. "You boys leave her alone," she says.

Sophie hurries upstairs and shuts herself in the bathroom. She runs some water in, then she climbs in and washes herself clean. Afterwards she dries herself, and, having peered out to make sure nobody is on the landing, she runs naked back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

Sophie has not been asleep for long when she is awakened by a scream from her aunt. She sits up, alarmed, and sees her aunt glowering furiously at her. "You disgusting girl!" Maud shouts, her face red and monstrous. "How dare you do such a filthy, disgusting thing?" She pulls Sophie’s legs apart and peers between her legs. "As I thought – you’ve filled yourself up with your poo! How could you?" She rolls Sophie over on to her front, and starts spanking her bottom extremely hard.

Sophie wails in pain and misery as tears pour down her cheeks. Then her aunt drags her off the bed and pulls her to her feet. She is incredibly strong.

"Now go and clean yourself up!" says Maud. She snatches up Sophie’s bra, dress and panties. "You’ve got poo on all of these – they’ll have to be washed. Your own clothes will be dry soon, but until then, you can jolly well remain naked! I don’t have any other clothes to give you just now."

She ushers Sophie out of the room and past Sophie’s open-mouthed cousins to the bathroom. Sophie shuts herself in and has a little cry while she runs the bathwater in. Cleaning herself off as well as she can with tissues, and squeezing out of her vagina the poo that she stuffed up there, she is still filthy by the time she climbs into the bath. After washing herself thoroughly, she finds she is sitting in very brown water, so she pulls the plug, lets the water out, and then rinses herself off with the help of a red plastic bowl that she finds next to the tub.

Having dried herself, she peers out to make sure nobody is on the landing, then runs naked back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

Sophie uses tissues to wipe as much of the poo as possible from her torso and legs, but there is little she can do about the dress, so she folds it up, wrapped around the bra, and tucks it underneath the bed.

Some time later, her aunt comes in. "Whew! Smells in here," Maud says. "Why did you take off your dress? Where is it?"

Sophie hesitates, reluctant to answer. Then Maud spies a corner of the wadded-up dress beneath the bed, and she pulls it out, opening it up. She gasps in horror at the large brown stains across the chest. "Whatever did you do?" she demands. "You disgusting girl – you’ve been playing with your poo, haven’t you?" She pulls Sophie to her feet and notes the brown streaks running down her torso. "Disgusting!" she says again. She spins Sophie around – she is remarkably strong – and administers five sharp, stinging slaps to the back of Sophie’s thighs.

Sophie shrieks with pain, and tears roll down her cheeks.

"That’ll teach you to be so perverted!" says Maud. "Now go and clean yourself up!" She yanks down Sophie’s poo-filled panties, makes Sophie step out of them, and then shakes them out. "All these clothes will have to be washed. Your own clothes will be dry soon, but until then, you can jolly well remain naked! I don’t have any other clothes to give you just now."

She ushers Sophie out of the room and past Sophie’s open-mouthed cousins to the bathroom. Sophie shuts herself in and has a little cry while she runs the bathwater in. Cleaning herself off as well as she can with tissues, and squeezing out of her vagina the poo that she stuffed up there, she is still quite messy by the time she climbs into the bath. After washing herself thoroughly, she finds that the water she is sitting in has turned rather brown, so she pulls the plug, lets the water out, and then rinses herself off with the help of a red plastic bowl that she finds next to the tub.

Having dried herself, she peers out to make sure nobody is on the landing, then runs naked back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

Alistair snorts at Sophie’s claim. "I did not!" he says. "Jeez, what a little fibber she is!"

"Hmm," says Maud. "Sophie, telling tales is bad enough, but lying about it is even worse." She looks around. "Where’s Suzy with the water?"

"She didn’t come back," says Colin.

"Oh really?" says Maud with a frown. "Well I’ll deal with her later. Catriona – you get a bowl of hot water and some soap, please."

Catriona slips out of the room, and Maud folds her arms and taps her foot on the floor while she waits. Two minutes later, Catriona returns, and Maud places the bowl on the bed next to Sophie. Taking a messy flannel from Colin with a grimace of disgust, she washes it out in the bowl, then, having wrung it out, proceeds to wipe Sophie’s pussy clean with it.

Whenever the flannel gets too messy, she washes it out again, then goes back to cleaning Sophie. Soon the water is deep brown, with chunks of poo drifting around in it. Sophie whimpers as Maud works the flannel around her labia, along the groove between her buttocks, and even up underneath her clitoral hood, by pulling it back to reveal Sophie’s clitoris. Sophie twitches each time the flannel brushes against that most sensitive spot.

"All right," says Maud. "Well you’re reasonably clean now, but you should probably go and rinse yourself off in the bath." She picks up Sophie’s dress. "Looks like we got some poo on this," she says. "Oh well. Your other clothes will be dry soon. I’ll just take this, and your filthy panties, and the towels, and wash them. Might as well take your bra too – you can’t really continue to wear it, it’s too small."

Sophie climbs gingerly off the bed, and runs naked along the landing to the bathroom. Inside, she shuts the door and runs a little water into the bath. She washes her nether regions until she can no longer smell poo on herself, and then she dries herself off. Then, having peered out to make sure nobody is on the landing, she runs back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

"Oh nonsense," says Aunt Maud dismissively. "We’re all family here." She looks around. "Where’s Suzy with the water?"

"She didn’t come back," says Colin.

"Oh really?" says Maud with a frown. "Well I’ll deal with her later. Catriona – you get a bowl of hot water and some soap, please."

Catriona slips out of the room, and Maud folds her arms and taps her foot on the floor while she waits. Two minutes later, Catriona returns, and Maud places the bowl on the bed next to Sophie. Taking a messy flannel from Colin with a grimace of disgust, she washes it out in the bowl, then, having wrung it out, proceeds to wipe Sophie’s pussy clean with it.

Whenever the flannel gets too messy, she washes it out again, then goes back to cleaning Sophie. Soon the water is deep brown, with chunks of poo drifting around in it. Sophie whimpers as Maud works the flannel around her labia, along the groove between her buttocks, and even up underneath her clitoral hood, by pulling it back to reveal Sophie’s clitoris. Sophie twitches each time the flannel brushes against that most sensitive spot.

"All right," says Maud. "Well you’re reasonably clean now, but you should probably go and rinse yourself off in the bath." She picks up Sophie’s dress. "Looks like we got some poo on this," she says. "Oh well. Your other clothes will be dry soon. I’ll just take this, and your filthy panties, and the towels, and wash them. Might as well take your bra too – you can’t really continue to wear it, it’s too small."

Sophie climbs gingerly off the bed, and runs naked along the landing to the bathroom. Inside, she shuts the door and runs a little water into the bath. She washes her nether regions until she can no longer smell poo on herself, and then she dries herself off. Then, having peered out to make sure nobody is on the landing, she runs back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

"You’re welcome to try," says Maud, "but honestly I think it’s too deep."

Alistair slips quietly out of the room, and returns a moment later while Sophie is still trying to work the piece of poo out using the power of her vaginal muscles alone. He holds up the digital camera he has brought back with him, sets it to the ‘movie’ setting, and starts recording with the camera aimed at Sophie’s pussy. Zooming in, he grins as he sees on the little screen Sophie’s vagina opening up, and a small brown poo emerging. It pops out, and Maud claps her hands.

"Well done!" she says. "Right, well you should probably go and rinse yourself off. I’ll take your messy panties – and your dress, which seems to have got some poo on it too. And the towels. And I might as well take your bra too – it’s really far too small for you to wear. But don’t fret – your other clothes will be dry soon."

Sophie climbs gingerly off the bed, and runs naked along the landing to the bathroom. Inside, she shuts the door and runs a little water into the bath. She washes her nether regions until she can no longer smell poo on herself, and then she dries herself off. Then, having peered out to make sure nobody is on the landing, she runs back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

Catriona trudges out of the room, and returns a minute later with the turkey baster – a stiff plastic tube which rapidly narrows at one end and bears a rubber bulb on the other. Maud dips it into the brown water and sucks up some of it into the baster. Sophie wrinkles her nose as she sees little brown bits floating around in the tube. Then she gasps as Maud inserts the pointed end of the baster into her vagina. A rush of warm fluid fills her, and then spills out on to the towel.

"Nope," says Maud, and goes back for another baster-full. This time she is more lucky – as the filthy water surges out of Sophie’s vagina, it brings with it a soggy, roundish lump the approximate size of a ping-pong ball.

"There!" says Maud, pleased. "Right, well you should probably go and rinse yourself off. I’ll take your messy panties – and your dress, which seems to have got some poo on it too. And the towels. And I might as well take your bra too – it’s really far too small for you to wear. But don’t fret – your other clothes will be dry soon."

Sophie climbs gingerly off the bed, and runs naked along the landing to the bathroom. Inside, she shuts the door and runs a little water into the bath. She washes her nether regions until she can no longer smell poo on herself, and then she dries herself off. Then, having peered out to make sure nobody is on the landing, she runs back to her room. As she enters, however, she is mortified to find Colin and Alistair there, playing cards. They look up and grin at her.

"Hi Sophie," says Colin. "Want to play cards with us?"

Should Sophie agree to play cards with her cousins?
Or ask them to please leave her room?

Despite Sophie’s fears that the proposed card game will involve some new kind of humiliation, it turns out to be a perfectly innocent game of Knockout Whist. Of course, the boys spend much more time staring at Sophie’s breasts and pussy than at the cards, but Sophie nevertheless has fun – and wins more often than not.

It is getting late when Maud enters the room with Sophie’s clothes, which are finally dry. "All right, children," says Maud as she places the clothes on the chair by Sophie’s bed. "Time to brush your teeth and get to bed." She ushers the boys from the room.

It is a warm and humid evening, but Sophie, glad to have her own clothes back, gratefully dons her panties, blouse and skirt. When the sounds of the boys getting ready for bed have died away, she ventures out and goes to the bathroom to brush her own teeth. Returning to her room, she takes off her skirt and blouse, switches off the light, and gets into bed wearing just her panties. Lying still, she tries to go to sleep.

After only a minute, however, she begins to hear faint scuttling sounds, which make her feel a little nervous.

Should she switch the light back on to investigate?
Or try to ignore the sounds?

"Fine," says Colin, looking rather annoyed. "Come on Alistair." The two boys leave the room, and Sophie feels relieved to be alone at last. She lies down on her bed and starts to read a book.

It is getting late when Maud enters the room with Sophie’s clothes, which are finally dry. "Here you go, Sophie," says Maud as she places the clothes on the chair by Sophie’s bed. "It’s getting late, dear – you should brush your teeth and get to bed."

Sophie nods, and gratefully dons her panties, blouse and skirt. It is a warm and humid evening, but she is simply glad to have her own clothes back. Maud smiles, bids her goodnight, and leaves the room. When the sounds of her cousins getting ready for bed have died away, Sophie ventures out and goes to the bathroom to brush her own teeth. Returning to her room, she takes off her skirt and blouse, switches off the light, and gets into bed wearing just her panties. Lying still, she tries to go to sleep.

After only a minute, however, she begins to hear faint scuttling sounds, which make her feel a little nervous.

Should she switch the light back on to investigate?
Or try to ignore the sounds?

Sophie climbs out of bed and feels her way across the room to the light switch next to the door. She flicks the switch, and looks around to see what was making the scuttling sounds. Immediately, several small black shapes drop off her bed and scurry for cover. Similar shapes on the wall and floor also seek refuge out of sight. Sophie has a nasty suspicion that they are cockroaches. Leaving the light on, she climbs back into bed and pulls the covers over her head, trying to get to sleep.

After a few minutes, there is a knock on the door and Aunt Maud enters. "Aren’t you going to switch your light off?" she inquires.

Sophie explains that the light is keeping the cockroaches away, but Maud merely snorts.

"We can’t have you wasting electricity all night long. The roaches won’t do you any harm. Good night, Sophie." With that, she switches off the light, plunging Sophie into darkness once more. Sophie lies still and listens … and sure enough, the scuttling sounds soon begin again. Click here to continue.

The faint sounds of scuttling soon surround Sophie, and appear to be getting closer. Then she feels a feathery touch on her head, and then another on her cheek. She frantically brushes her hands over her head, and catches something in her hand. From the size and the hard, flattened body, she is fairly sure that it is a cockroach. She throws it away, then ducks beneath the covers, pulling them tightly against the pillow behind her head. For several minutes she lies in this position, breathing heavily, but she soon gets too hot – it is a warm night – and the humid air under the covers is getting stifling.

Eventually she cannot bear the feeling of being suffocated. Sweating profusely, she throws back the covers and lies panting with her upper body exposed to the air. Then, because her legs are also hot, she kicks back the rest of the covers and airs her feet. After only a minute, she begins to feel light touches all over her body, from her face to her feet, and she shudders.

Should she try to ignore the awful sensations?
Or try to remove the cockroaches from her body as soon as she feels them?

The sensations are impossible to ignore. Soon it feels as if Sophie is covered in a swarming blanket of cockroaches – she can feel them on her feet, on her legs, on her belly, on her bare breasts, on her upper chest and neck, on her arms, and on her face. Several times she has to shake her head in order to dissuade one from crawling into her ear.

Nevertheless, she tries hard to think of something else, to distract herself from the unpleasantness of having lots of nasty insects scuttling all over her. It is not easy. She becomes aware over the next few minutes that the number of roaches on her is increasing all the time. Soon the tickling sensations of the roaches’ feet seem to come from every square inch of her exposed skin.

Desperately, Sophie tries to think of a better way of distracting herself.

Should she try thinking about her parents?
Or try masturbating?

Sophie frantically flicks cockroaches off her face, neck, breasts, belly, panties, and legs, working up quite a sweat in the process. As soon as she lies still, however, more roaches swarm on to her, in so many places that she barely knows where to begin. For the next ten minutes, she continually brushes roaches from her body, but it is no use – they keep coming back, and she soon realises she cannot keep this up all night.

Eventually, exhausted and drenched with sweat, she simply lies still while the roaches roam unchecked all over her. She tries to clear her mind, to think of nothing, attempting to deal with the situation by means of a form of meditation she has devised, and, amazingly, it works. Worn out from the futile effort of keeping the roaches at bay, she soon drifts off into an uneasy, dream-filled sleep.

Then she wakes up, and stiffens in alarm. Somebody is in the room with her. She opens her eyes, and sees that the room is bathed in candlelight, and the entire family is gathered around her bed. Looking down, she gasps as she sees that her panties have been removed, so that she is now naked. Colin and Alistair, grinning eagerly, are pulling her legs apart by her ankles. Uncle Hector is climbing on top of her, his erect penis protruding from his open zipper. Catriona is holding her right elbow and wrist, and Neil is holding her left elbow and wrist. She struggles, but cannot free herself.

"Relax, Sophie," says Hector, smiling broadly. Saliva is drooling from the corner of his mouth.

"Close your eyes, Sophie," says Aunt Maud, who is standing by the bed and holding a candle. "This is just a dream."

It does indeed feel very surreal and dreamlike.

Should Sophie accept her aunt’s word that this is a dream?
Or struggle and scream?

As sorry as she feels for herself, Sophie remembers that her misfortune is nothing compared with that of her poor parents, who must have suffered horribly in the car accident before they died. Thinking about this makes Sophie cry, as sadness overwhelms her. The fact that cockroaches are running freely over her near-naked body is put into perspective somewhat, and she finds she can ignore them more easily. After a good long cry, Sophie drifts off into an uneasy, dream-filled sleep.

Then she wakes up, and stiffens in alarm. Somebody is in the room with her. She opens her eyes, and sees that the room is bathed in candlelight, and the entire family is gathered around her bed. Looking down, she gasps as she sees that her panties have been removed, so that she is now naked. Colin and Alistair, grinning eagerly, are pulling her legs apart by her ankles. Uncle Hector is climbing on top of her, his erect penis protruding from his open zipper. Catriona is holding her right elbow and wrist, and Neil is holding her left elbow and wrist. She struggles, but cannot free herself.

"Relax, Sophie," says Hector, smiling broadly. Saliva is drooling from the corner of his mouth.

"Close your eyes, Sophie," says Aunt Maud, who is standing by the bed and holding a candle. "This is just a dream."

It does indeed feel very surreal and dreamlike.

Should Sophie accept her aunt’s word that this is a dream?
Or struggle and scream?

Sophie slips her hand into the front of her panties and begins to masturbate. Thinking of Josh, the handsome boy at her school on whom she has an enormous crush, she imagines him kissing her and making love to her as they float down a gentle river on a boat.

Her hand makes a gap between her skin and the waistband of her panties, and several cockroaches find their way into her panties, one after another. By the time Sophie is writhing in orgasm, gasping and moaning with pleasure, there are at least twenty roaches swarming over her pussy and around or between her buttocks. Only vaguely aware of this as she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm, Sophie quickly drifts off into a dream-filled sleep.

Then she wakes up, and stiffens in alarm. Somebody is in the room with her. She opens her eyes, and sees that the room is bathed in candlelight, and the entire family is gathered around her bed. Looking down, she gasps as she sees that her panties have been removed, so that she is now naked. Colin and Alistair, grinning eagerly, are pulling her legs apart by her ankles. Uncle Hector is climbing on top of her, his erect penis protruding from his open zipper. Catriona is holding her right elbow and wrist, and Neil is holding her left elbow and wrist. She struggles, but cannot free herself.

"Relax, Sophie," says Hector, smiling broadly. Saliva is drooling from the corner of his mouth.

"Close your eyes, Sophie," says Aunt Maud, who is standing by the bed and holding a candle. "This is just a dream."

It does indeed feel very surreal and dreamlike.

Should Sophie accept her aunt’s word that this is a dream?
Or struggle and scream?

Certain that this is a dream, Sophie merely bites her lip as she feels her uncle’s penis sliding deep into her vagina. Maud and the children begin chanting incomprehensible words as Hector thrusts inside Sophie, and this adds to the dreamlike quality of the experience. Colin strokes her thigh as he holds her right knee and ankle down against the sheet to the right of her hip. Alistair, meanwhile, reaches over and starts kneading her left breast.

After what seems like half an hour, though it is possibly only ten minutes or so, Hector groans as he climaxes inside Sophie. He pulls out, his dripping penis wilting slowly, and he takes Colin’s place. "Your turn, son," he says.

Colin grins as he unzips himself and pulls out his own erection. He climbs on top of Sophie and slides it into her easily. He only lasts for two minutes before he stiffens and jerks, shooting his semen up against Sophie’s cervix. He grins joyfully as he pulls out, whereupon he nods to Alistair. "Your turn!" he says.

Alistair beams excitedly as he exchanges positions with Colin. Thrusting himself deep into Sophie, he fucks her with clumsy enthusiasm while the rest of his family chants the same strange phrases over and over again. Soon he climaxes, and then he pulls out and climbs off the bed.

Hector and Colin pull Sophie’s legs straight once more. Maud slips her feet into her panties, and pulls them all the way up, sliding them under Sophie’s bottom and then tugging them into place. "Good girl," she says. "Now lie still and go back to sleep."

This makes Sophie feel nervous – is this a dream or not? As her aunt, uncle and cousins file out of the room, she wonders how she can determine this for sure. Then it occurs to her that if she takes her panties off now, and in the morning she has them on, she will know that this has been a dream. If they are still off in the morning, she will know that this has been real.

Should she take her panties off?
Or leave them on?

The only effect of Sophie’s screams is that Suzy puts her hands over her ears. Her struggles, too, are futile – Colin and Alistair have very firm holds on her legs, and Catriona and Neil are keeping a very tight grip on her arms. Neil, however, is noticeably the weakest link, so Sophie starts to concentrate on freeing her left arm. Twice she almost manages to wrest her arm from his grasp, but at this point Maud steps in and helps Neil to pin her arm to the pillow left of her head.

Worn out, Sophie eventually gives up, and she bites her lip as she feels her uncle’s penis sliding deep into her vagina. Maud and the children begin chanting incomprehensible words as Hector thrusts inside Sophie, and this adds to the dreamlike quality of the experience. Colin strokes her thigh as he holds her right knee and ankle down against the sheet to the right of her hip. Alistair, meanwhile, reaches over and starts kneading her left breast.

After what seems like half an hour, though it is possibly only ten minutes or so, Hector groans as he climaxes inside Sophie. He pulls out, his dripping penis wilting slowly, and he takes Colin’s place. "Your turn, son," he says.

Colin grins as he unzips himself and pulls out his own erection. He climbs on top of Sophie and slides it into her easily. He only lasts for two minutes before he stiffens and jerks, shooting his semen up against Sophie’s cervix. He grins joyfully as he pulls out, whereupon he nods to Alistair. "Your turn!" he says.

Alistair beams excitedly as he exchanges positions with Colin. Thrusting himself deep into Sophie, he fucks her with clumsy enthusiasm while the rest of his family chants the same strange phrases over and over again. Soon he climaxes, and then he pulls out and climbs off the bed.

Hector and Colin pull Sophie’s legs straight once more. Maud slips her feet into her panties, and pulls them all the way up, sliding them under Sophie’s bottom and then tugging them into place. "Good girl," she says. "Now lie still and go back to sleep."

Sophie feels sick, but she tries to comfort herself with the thought that perhaps this really has been just a dream. As her aunt, uncle and cousins file out of the room, she wonders how she can determine this for sure. Then it occurs to her that if she takes her panties off now, and in the morning she has them on, she will know that this has been a dream. If they are still off in the morning, she will know that this has been real.

Should she take her panties off?
Or leave them on?

Sophie removes her panties, and drops them over the side of the bed. Now that the room is dark again, the cockroaches soon resume swarming all over her. A few start crawling over her pussy, and one pushes between her labia. She shudders and clamps her thighs together, hoping that the roaches will not find their way inside her. Worn out from her ordeal, however, she soon goes limp and her breathing becomes more regular.

"Good morning!"

Sophie awakes with a start, and opens her eyes. Sunlight is pouring through her window. She blinks a few times, and then Colin comes into focus. Sophie gasps and covers her breasts.

Colin chuckles. "Don’t be so shy – it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before." He lifts his digital camera and takes a picture, making Sophie wonder how many he has taken already.

Then she remembers about her panties. Looking down, she sees that she is wearing them, and she heaves a sigh of relief. But something is wrong…

"Your knickers are full of cockroaches, you know," says Colin casually. "They looked funny, squirming around under the material. I got some good video footage."

Sophie’s stomach churns as she pulls out the waistband of her panties and sees a seething mass of cockroaches inside. Shuddering, she hastily pulls her panties completely off and flicks all of the roaches off herself and on to the floor. They scuttle for cover beneath the bed.

Colin laughs and takes another photo. "Very nice!" he says. Then he gets up. "See you at breakfast." Still chuckling, he walks out of the room.

A squirming sensation inside Sophie’s vagina fills her with disgust and horror. Carefully sliding two of her fingers inside herself, she encounters several hard objects, which she pulls out one at a time. In all, she finds six cockroaches, and also a little brown object that she guesses is a cockroach’s egg-case. She fervently hopes no more of those are inside her.

She puts her panties back on, followed by her skirt, bra, socks, blouse and shoes. Feeling much more confident than she did yesterday in that stupid little-girl dress, she leaves her room and goes downstairs to join the others for breakfast. As she sits down, Colin picks up a packet of cereal and holds it over Sophie’s bowl.

"Brantasia?" he asks.

Sophie remembers something about Brantasia – a new cereal, it is supposedly very high in fibre. She likes Bran Flakes, but she is not sure about this new stuff.

Should she try it?
Or ask for Rice Krispies instead?

Now that the room is dark again, the cockroaches soon resume swarming all over her. A lot of them seem to be attracted to her panties, and one or two start to find their way inside by pushing between her skin and the waistband of her panties. Sophie shudders and clamps her thighs together, hoping that the roaches will not try to go inside her. Worn out from her ordeal, however, she soon goes limp and her breathing becomes more regular.

"Good morning!"

Sophie awakes with a start, and opens her eyes. Sunlight is pouring through her window. She blinks a few times, and then Colin comes into focus. Sophie gasps and covers her breasts.

Colin chuckles. "Don’t be so shy – it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before." He lifts his digital camera and takes a picture, making Sophie wonder how many he has taken already. "Your knickers are full of cockroaches, you know," Colin says casually. "They looked funny, squirming around under the material. I got some good video footage."

Sophie’s stomach churns as she pulls out the waistband of her panties and sees a seething mass of cockroaches inside. Shuddering, she hastily pulls her panties completely off and flicks all of the roaches off herself and on to the floor. They scuttle for cover beneath the bed.

Colin laughs and takes another photo. "Very nice!" he says. Then he gets up. "See you at breakfast." Still chuckling, he walks out of the room.

A squirming sensation inside Sophie’s vagina fills her with disgust and horror. Carefully sliding two of her fingers inside herself, she encounters several hard objects, which she pulls out one at a time. In all, she finds six cockroaches, and also a little brown object that she guesses is a cockroach’s egg-case. She fervently hopes no more of those are inside her.

She puts her panties back on, followed by her skirt, bra, socks, blouse and shoes. Feeling much more confident than she did yesterday in that stupid little-girl dress, she leaves her room and goes downstairs to join the others for breakfast. As she sits down, Colin picks up a packet of cereal and holds it over Sophie’s bowl.

"Brantasia?" he asks.

Sophie remembers something about Brantasia – a new cereal, it is supposedly very high in fibre. She likes Bran Flakes, but she is not sure about this new stuff.

Should she try it?
Or ask for Rice Krispies instead?

Colin pours her a large bowl of the small brown discs, and drowns them in milk. Then he fills her glass with orange juice. Sophie eats her breakfast quietly, while her cousins bicker and giggle amongst themselves. Afterwards, Sophie helps to clear the table and then goes upstairs to brush her teeth. Shutting herself in her room, she reads for a while until Aunt Maud comes into the room.

"I thought we might go into town today," she says, "just the two of us. You need some other clothes, since none of my children is owning up to who hid your bags. Would you like to come?"

Sophie nods vigorously and starts to get up from her bed. At that moment, her bowels rumble loudly and she feels a sudden pressure building up in her rectum. Nevertheless, she follows her aunt out of the room and down the stairs. In the hall, they meet Colin and Catriona.

"Sophie," says Colin importantly, "we’re holding a meeting of the Etive Council. We’d like you to come along."

"Oh dear, I’d promised to take Sophie into town to get some new clothes," says Maud. "Can’t your meeting wait?"

Colin frowns. "No – the others are all gathering in the Clearing. Never mind – we’ll have the meeting without her."

Maud turns to Sophie. "You know, it would be good for you to join their little council – help you bond with the family. But it’s up to you. I’m going out anyway, so if you like I can pick up some clothes for you. I’m sure I can guess at your size."

Should Sophie go with her aunt?
Or attend the Etive Council meeting?

Colin, looking disappointed, pours some Rice Krispies into her bowl and drowns them in milk. Then he fills her glass with orange juice. Sophie eats her breakfast quietly, while her cousins bicker and giggle amongst themselves. Afterwards, Sophie helps to clear the table and then goes upstairs to brush her teeth. Shutting herself in her room, she reads for a while until Aunt Maud comes into the room.

"I thought we might go into town today," she says, "just the two of us. You need some other clothes, since none of my children is owning up to who hid your bags. Would you like to come?"

Sophie nods vigorously and gets up from her bed. She follows her aunt out of the room and down the stairs. In the hall, they meet Colin and Catriona.

"Sophie," says Colin importantly, "we’re holding a meeting of the Etive Council. We’d like you to come along."

"Oh dear, I’d promised to take Sophie into town to get some new clothes," says Maud. "Can’t your meeting wait?"

Colin frowns. "No – the others are all gathering in the Clearing. Never mind – we’ll have the meeting without her."

Maud turns to Sophie. "You know, it would be good for you to join their little council – help you bond with the family. But it’s up to you. I’m going out anyway, so if you like I can pick up some clothes for you. I’m sure I can guess at your size."

Should Sophie go with her aunt?
Or attend the Etive Council meeting?

Sophie follows her aunt out to the car, and climbs into the passenger seat. Twenty minutes later, as they are approaching the town of Dingwall, Sophie suddenly grimaces as an intense pressure rapidly builds up in her bowels. She bites her lip and tries to hold on, but the pain quickly becomes too much to bear.

Maud glances over and sees the look of anguish on Sophie’s face as she clutches at her abdomen. "Looks like someone had too much Brantasia," she says. "Can you hold on until we get to a public toilet?"

Sophie nods, but then she gasps as her bowel is wracked by a new cramp and the pain becomes intolerable. Unable to hold on any longer, she relaxes her anus, and semi-soft poo starts to pour out of her anus and into her panties. She gasps; it feels wonderful, almost as if the poo is caressing her tenderly as it comes out of her.

"Lift your bottom off the seat," says Maud sharply. "I don’t want poo all over the upholstery. Take off your skirt and spread it out beneath you."

Sophie reluctantly unzips her skirt and carefully takes it off while her poo is still slithering out of her anus. Laying the skirt beneath her bottom, she hovers over it while her panties continue to fill up with poo. Soon it is spilling out of the sides, and soft chunks are dropping on to her skirt. Her panties are now bulging hugely, and some of the poo is creeping forward along her gusset. When it reaches her clitoris, she shudders and moans in an unexpected orgasm.

Maud chuckles. "Ah, the side-effects of Brantasia," she says. "I should have warned you about that."

Sophie is surprised at Maud’s nonchalant reaction to all of this.

Should she give into her urges and start masturbating?
Or apologise profusely for messing herself?

Sophie follows Colin out of the front door and around to the side of the house. She glances around for signs of the other children, but she cannot see them anywhere. Colin reaches the trees and ducks beneath a branch, and Sophie rather nervously heads into the woods behind him. After walking for another two minutes, they reach a small clearing, where planks have been nailed to wooden stumps, forming simple benches arranged in a circle around the middle of the clearing. Alistair, Catriona, Neil and Suzanne are already sitting down.

Colin gestures for Sophie to sit on an unoccupied bench, and then he himself steps into the centre of the circle. "Now," he says importantly. "The first order of business is the leech problem. As you all know, except for Sophie, over a year ago we trounced the leader, Gavin McLeech, in the Battle of Knotty Pine. Ever since then, the leeches have been keeping quiet … until last weekend, when we had the Barn Incident. Thanks to Suzy’s efforts, we have tracked the leeches’ movements and identified their current base of operations. Someone now needs to go in there with a bag of salt and take out the new leader, whoever it might be."

"I think Sophie should do it," says Alistair with a grin.

"She might be too big, though," says Colin. "I wouldn’t like for her to get stuck."

"I don’t want to do it again!" wails Suzy.

"Oh hush, Suzy, you did a great job last time," says Catriona.

"All right, Sophie’s been nominated," says Colin. "Let’s vote on it. Who thinks Sophie should do it?"

Five hands go up, and Colin turns to Sophie. "Very well. Sophie, I’m afraid you’ve been nominated to go and kill the new leech leader. We’ll show you where…"

But he is interrupted by a gasp from Sophie. A cramp has just hit her abdomen, and an overwhelming pressure is building up in her bowels. She grimaces and clutches her belly.

Alistair grins. "You shouldn’t have had so much Brantasia," he says. "Don’t you know how strong that stuff is?"

Sophie leans forward and falls on to her hands and knees. Unable to hold on to her poo any longer, she relaxes her anus, and instantly a torrent of semi-soft poo pours out of her rectum and into the back of her panties. It feels surprisingly nice – very smooth and gentle, like a tender caress. The bulging material begins to sag, and some of the poo surges forward along her gusset. As it strokes against her clitoris, Sophie shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.

"Woah!" says Colin, amused. "That must really feel nice, eh?" He walks around behind her and lifts up the back of her skirt. "Wow, that’s a lot!" he exclaims. He drapes the skirt over Sophie’s back, and the other children gather around to stare at Sophie’s bulging panties. Now, however, there is so much poo that it is spilling out of the sides and dropping to the ground between Sophie’s knees.

Sophie moans loudly as another orgasm sends shivers through her body, and then she pushes out the last little bit of poo. There is quite a pile on the ground between her legs now, and her full-cut panties are bulging on all sides.

"Well," says Colin, "better out than in, I suppose. It looks like you have a choice, Sophie – you can either go on your mission with those messy panties on, or you can throw your panties away and go on your mission ‘commando’-style."

Should Sophie keep her panties on?
Or take them off?

Sophie follows her aunt out to the car, and climbs into the passenger seat. Twenty-five minutes later, they enter the town of Dingwall, and Maud parks in a Pay & Display car park in the town centre. "Come on," she says, as she gets out of the car. She walks briskly across the car park and down a narrow street, then she turns right on to the main street. Sophie follows, looking with interest at the quaint little shops (most of them aimed at tourists), but then she almost bumps into Maud, who is in the process of opening the door of a small charity shop.

"I do all my clothes shopping here," she says to Sophie. "I can’t afford to clothe four children – five now – with designer labels and High Street brands. Nope, you’ll have to make do with whatever we can find here, I’m afraid."

The shopkeeper is a stooped, elderly gentleman who smiles and nods to Sophie as she enters. But then he says to Maud, "We’re closing down. Not much stock left, unfortunately."

"You’re closing?" asks Maud, shocked. "But where will I shop for the children’s clothes?"

"You could try the shop on Castle Street," suggests the old man. "But I don’t think they’re open today."

"Thank you – we’ll just have to make do here then," says Maud. "Sophie, see if you can find something you like. I’m off to do a bit of shopping on my own. I’ll be back in half an hour. Put anything you fancy to one side and I’ll pay for it when I get back. See you later, Mr McHowell." She bustles out of the shop, leaving Sophie alone with the old man.

Sophie looks through the sparse racks of clothes, but everything is either ridiculously small or way too large. She picks out a pair of jeans and a pair of shorts, hoping that they will fit better than she fears they will. She also finds a huge t-shirt, which will actually be ideal nightwear. Then she looks around for a changing room – but she cannot see one.

"I’m afraid we don’t have a changing room," says Mr McHowell apologetically. "But if you change behind that rack of clothes over there, you’ll at least not be seen by anyone outside."

This is quite true, Sophie can see, but the spot indicated is in full view of the old shopkeeper as he stands behind his desk.

Should Sophie try on her clothing choices?
Or wait until her aunt returns?

Sophie follows Colin out of the front door and around to the side of the house. She glances around for signs of the other children, but she cannot see them anywhere. Colin reaches the trees and ducks beneath a branch, and Sophie rather nervously heads into the woods behind him. After walking for another two minutes, they reach a small clearing, where planks have been nailed to wooden stumps, forming simple benches arranged in a circle around the middle of the clearing. Alistair, Catriona, Neil and Suzanne are already sitting down.

Colin gestures for Sophie to sit on an unoccupied bench, and then he himself steps into the centre of the circle. "Now," he says importantly. "The first order of business is the leech problem. As you all know, except for Sophie, over a year ago we trounced the leader, Gavin McLeech, in the Battle of Knotty Pine. Ever since then, the leeches have been keeping quiet … until last weekend, when we had the Barn Incident. Thanks to Suzy’s efforts, we have tracked the leeches’ movements and identified their current base of operations. Someone now needs to go in there with a bag of salt and take out the new leader, whoever it might be."

"I think Sophie should do it," says Alistair with a grin.

"She might be too big, though," says Colin. "I wouldn’t like for her to get stuck."

"I don’t want to do it again!" wails Suzy.

"Oh hush, Suzy, you did a great job last time," says Catriona.

"All right, Sophie’s been nominated," says Colin. "Let’s vote on it. Who thinks Sophie should do it?"

Five hands go up, and Colin turns to Sophie. "Very well. Sophie, I’m afraid you’ve been nominated to go and kill the new leech leader. We’ll show you where you need to go. Come on."

Puzzled as to how she should respond to this strange game of make-believe, Sophie follows the children out of the clearing and through the woods until they come to a mist-shrouded pond. The water is choked with pondweed and algae, and separated from dry land by several feet of dark, smelly mud. However, it does not appear that the children require Sophie to enter the pond, much to Sophie’s relief. Instead, they take her around to the far side of the pond, where a dark hole in the ground opens up beneath the gnarled root of an oak tree.

"Right," says Colin. He hands two objects to Sophie. "Here’s the bag of salt, and a torch for you to see by. When you find the king leech, just shake the salt all over it – that worked last time so it should work this time as well."

Sophie stares at the dark hole in the ground. It is only just big enough for her to squeeze into. Her brow furrows in puzzlement: surely her cousins do not expect her to crawl in there?

But apparently they do. "Come on," says Colin impatiently. "Get in there."

Should Sophie humour her crazy cousin, and crawl into the hole?
Or ask him if he is out of his mind?

Sophie presses her fingers against the front of her panties, squishing the poo inside against her pussy. She starts rubbing her clitoris, and breathing in excited pants as she continues to push more poo into her panties.

"Hey!" says Aunt Maud sharply. "Enough of that. Don’t be disgusting. I know it feels nice, but you should try to ignore it. It is poo, after all."

Sophie mumbles an apology, and does not attempt to play with herself for the rest of the journey. When they enter the town of Dingwall, Maud parks in a Pay & Display car park in the town centre.

"Stay here," says Maud. "We can’t have you coming into any shops looking like that. Open your window so you don’t suffocate from the smell while I’m shopping." As she gets out of the car, Maud opens her own window too.

Sophie winds down her window, then watches as Maud walks across the car park and then disappears from view. Then she starts rubbing her pussy again through her panties, and is soon writhing and moaning in intense pleasure. When her orgasm hits, she nearly screams in ecstasy. She tries to force more poo out of her rectum, but it is all already in her panties or on her skirt, having leaked out of the sides of her panties. Grinding her pussy into the mass of poo, Sophie continues to masturbate, giving herself orgasm after orgasm as the minutes pass.

Then, quite by chance, she opens her eyes and sees her aunt walking back to the car, carrying several bags. Composing herself, she waits until Maud opens the door and climbs in.

"Whew! What a smell," says Maud. "Well, I got you some clothes from the charity shop. They’re closing down, apparently, and didn’t have much, but since I didn’t have you there to try them on I had to guess at sizes. They may not fit perfectly, but I’m afraid I don’t have the money for anything new."

They drive back home, where Maud takes Sophie straight to the bathroom. "Take off your clothes, dear," says Maud. "I’ll have to wash your skirt and panties – oh, and it looks like your blouse hasn’t escaped, so I’ll have to wash that too."

Sophie removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which is her only clean garment apart from her shoes. Then she stands still while Maud washes her pussy and bottom. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in yet another orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries off Sophie’s nether regions. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her buttocks are exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Maud smiles at her. "Don’t mention it," she says. "Not your fault."

A few minutes later they enter the town of Dingwall, and park in a Pay & Display car park in the town centre.

"Stay here," says Maud. "We can’t have you coming into any shops looking like that. Open your window so you don’t suffocate from the smell while I’m shopping." As she gets out of the car, Maud opens her own window too.

Sophie winds down her window, then watches as Maud walks across the car park and then disappears from view. Idly she starts rubbing her pussy again through her panties, and is soon writhing and moaning in intense pleasure. When her orgasm hits, she nearly screams in ecstasy. Feeling suddenly guilty, she looks around nervously to make sure nobody is nearby. As the minutes pass, she tries to ignore the sensuous feeling of the poo cradling her pussy, although it is not easy to do so. Eventually she spies her aunt walking back to the car, carrying several bags. Curious about the contents of those bags, she waits until Maud opens the door and climbs in.

"Whew! What a smell," says Maud. "Well, I got you some clothes from the charity shop. They’re closing down, apparently, and didn’t have much, but since I didn’t have you there to try them on I had to guess at sizes. They may not fit perfectly, but I’m afraid I don’t have the money for anything new."

They drive back home, where Maud takes Sophie straight to the bathroom. "Take off your clothes, dear," says Maud. "I’ll have to wash your skirt and panties – oh, and it looks like your blouse hasn’t escaped, so I’ll have to wash that too."

Sophie removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which is her only clean garment apart from her shoes. Then she stands still while Maud washes her pussy and bottom. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in yet another orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries off Sophie’s nether regions. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin helps Sophie to her feet. "We’ll show you where you need to go," he says. "Come on."

Waddling on account of her massively full panties, Sophie follows the children out of the clearing and through the woods until they come to a mist-shrouded pond. The water is choked with pondweed and algae, and separated from dry land by several feet of dark, smelly mud. However, it does not appear that the children require Sophie to enter the pond, much to Sophie’s relief. Instead, they take her around to the far side of the pond, where a dark hole in the ground opens up beneath the gnarled root of an oak tree.

"Right," says Colin. He hands two objects to Sophie. "Here’s the bag of salt, and a torch for you to see by. When you find the king leech, just shake the salt all over it – that worked last time so it should work this time as well."

Sophie, puzzled by the seriousness with which Colin is treating this strange game of make-believe, stares at the dark hole in the ground. It is only just big enough for her to squeeze into. Her brow furrows: surely her cousins do not expect her to crawl in there?

But apparently they do. "Come on," says Colin impatiently. "Get in there."

Should Sophie humour her crazy cousin, and crawl into the hole?
Or ask him if he is out of his mind?

Sophie removes her messy panties and leaves them on one of the benches.

"We’ll show you where you need to go," says Colin. "Come on."

Sophie follows the children out of the clearing and through the woods until they come to a mist-shrouded pond. The water is choked with pondweed and algae, and separated from dry land by several feet of dark, smelly mud. However, it does not appear that the children require Sophie to enter the pond, much to Sophie’s relief. Instead, they take her around to the far side of the pond, where a dark hole in the ground opens up beneath the gnarled root of an oak tree.

"Right," says Colin. He hands two objects to Sophie. "Here’s the bag of salt, and a torch for you to see by. When you find the king leech, just shake the salt all over it – that worked last time so it should work this time as well."

Sophie, puzzled by the seriousness with which Colin is treating this strange game of make-believe, stares at the dark hole in the ground. It is only just big enough for her to squeeze into. Her brow furrows: surely her cousins do not expect her to crawl in there?

But apparently they do. "Come on," says Colin impatiently. "Get in there."

Should Sophie humour her crazy cousin, and crawl into the hole?
Or ask him if he is out of his mind?

Sophie takes off her blouse and skirt, and tries to ignore the grinning face of Mr McHowell as he watches her with wide eyes. She puts the t-shirt on first, and finds that it is very baggy, but wearable. Next she tries the jeans. Unfortunately they are so tight that she can barely pull them up over her bottom, and once they are in place, she cannot fasten them. Reluctantly she takes them off.

Next she tries the shorts. They are rather too large, but with a belt she thinks they would be okay to wear. Nothing else in the shop appeals to her, so she puts her own clothes back on and walks over to Mr McHowell.

"Just the shorts and t-shirt then?" he asks, and Sophie nods.

Some time later, Aunt Maud re-enters the shop, carrying a couple of shopping bags. "Any luck?" she says. She comes over to the counter and looks at the t-shirt and shorts. "These are huge – they can’t possibly fit you!"

"They didn’t," says Mr McHowell. "They’re far too big for her."

"Then we won’t buy them," says Maud briskly. "Come on Sophie – let’s find you something better." She walks over to a rack of skirts and pulls out a denim miniskirt. "What about this? This might be your size. Perhaps a little tight, but that’s the fashion these days I dare say." She then goes over to another rack, on which one solitary blouse hangs forlornly. "And this – this looks like it would do. Here – why don’t you try these on?"

Sophie, now watched closely by both Mr McHowell and her aunt, reluctantly takes off her blouse and skirt and tries on the clothes her aunt has picked out. Pulling the skirt up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, it does seem a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next she tries on the blouse. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Sophie wanders aimlessly around the shop as she waits for her aunt to return. After what seems like ages, Maud re-enters the shop, carrying a couple of shopping bags. "Any luck?" she says. She takes a look at the clothes Sophie has picked out. "The t-shirt and shorts are huge – they can’t possibly fit you! And the jeans look way too tight – have you tried them on?"

"She didn’t try anything on," says Mr McHowell in a disappointed tone.

"Well that’s just silly – how are you going to know if they fit if you don’t try them on?" says Maud. "Come on – take off your clothes and try these on."

Sophie reluctantly removes her blouse and skirt, while Mr McHowell grins and licks his lips. Trying on the t-shirt, Sophie finds that it is very baggy, but quite wearable.

"No good at all," says Maud firmly. "Far too big for you."

The same applies to the shorts, although Sophie personally feels that they would be okay with a belt. When she tries on the jeans, however, even she has to admit that they are too small – she cannot even fasten them.

"Zero out of three," says Maud with a frown. "Let’s see if I can do better." She walks over to a rack of skirts and pulls out a denim miniskirt. "What about this? This might be your size. Perhaps a little tight, but that’s the fashion these days I dare say." She then goes over to another rack, on which one solitary blouse hangs forlornly. "And this – this looks like it would do. Here – why don’t you try these on?"

Sophie takes the skirt and regards it dubiously. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, it does seem a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next she tries on the blouse. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Nervously, Sophie gets down on to her hands and knees, and shines her torch into the hole. The weak light illuminates the walls of a narrow tunnel, which leads gradually downhill and curves sharply to the right so that she cannot see very far along it. The floor of the tunnel looks very muddy, and the walls glisten.

"Hurry up!" says Colin, behind her.

Sophie has to lie down on her belly in order to crawl into the tunnel entrance. Fortunately claustrophobia has never been much of a problem for her, or else she would have refused point blank to enter such a place. Pushing herself forward with small movements of her arms and feet, she inches further and further into the tunnel. When all that her cousins can see of her are her shoes, Colin calls after her, "Good luck!"

Sophie presses on, and soon comes to a place where the tunnel is high enough for her to get on to her hands and knees. She is filthy by now – her blouse and skirt are covered with mud. Then she notices that the floor ahead appears to be moving. Shining her torch down directly below her head, she gasps as she sees that she is crawling along on a carpet of writhing, wormlike creatures: leeches.

She screams and tries to back up along the tunnel. But as she nears the entrance, she hears Colin’s voice saying, "Oh no you don’t!" Then the daylight streaming in through the tunnel entrance is abruptly eclipsed as a large, heavy object is laid over it.

Sophie realizes she has no choice but to continue with her mission – whatever it might turn out to be. Could there really be a gigantic leech down here? She hopes not, with all her heart. Gritting her teeth, she proceeds down the tunnel again, this time moving much more quickly. But soon she comes to a place where tree roots growing into the tunnel have made passage very difficult. Sophie has to lie on her side and ease herself between the two largest roots.

Buttons pop off her blouse as she tries to squeeze through the narrow gap. Then, halfway through, her skirt gets caught, and she struggles with it for a minute in frustration. She is convinced she can feel leeches crawling up her legs and inside her blouse, and she is starting to get freaked out. Despite the cramped conditions, she manages to shine her torch down on to her exposed belly, and she screams as she sees three large leeches attached to her skin and no doubt feasting on her blood. If this were not enough, she also sees several large cockroaches (bigger than the ones in her room) and two giant centipedes of a kind normally restricted to the tropics. One of the centipedes crawls inside her blouse and disappears from view.

Panicking, Sophie heaves hard against the roots, and the button fastening on her skirt bursts open. As she hauls herself through the gap between the roots, her skirt stays in place and is left behind. She collapses in a heap on the muddy floor of the tunnel, panting from her exertions. Then she shines the torch down on to her legs, and her fears are confirmed – they are covered with leeches. A wriggling sensation against her pussy makes her gasp, and she pulls open the waistband of her panties. Inside are several large cockroaches – she can feel one of them trying to crawl inside her vagina.

Should she stop for a few minutes and try to rid herself of all the bugs and leeches?
Or simply continue on as fast as she possibly can?

Colin looks annoyed at the question. "No, Sophie," he says, "this is the way into the leeches’ tunnel. If you don’t crawl in there, how else are you going to kill the leader? Come on now – get yourself in there. You agreed to do this." His expression darkens. "I promise you, it will be worse for you if you don’t."

Sophie shudders – she does not like his tone.

Should she give in, and crawl into the hole?
Or stand her ground, fold her arms, and refuse to go in?

Maud smiles warmly. "You’re a good girl," she says. "Well brought up, I can see that. Now why don’t you go and play with the children?"

She leaves the room, and Sophie ponders what to do next. She would really rather shut herself in her room, and read, and not have to deal with any members of this awful family for a while, but she knows that if she does not try to integrate, she will never rise above her place at the very bottom of the social ladder here.

Stepping out on to the landing, she does not immediately see anybody around. Going to the top of the stairs, she quietly descends, and enters the living room. There is nobody here either. She leaves, and heads towards the back of the house. On her way, she passes a door that she has not yet been through. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she opens it. Judging by the flight of stairs leading downwards, this way leads to the basement.

Should she head down the steps to explore the basement?
Or go outside instead?

Maud frowns. "You’ll have to," she says. "There isn’t anything else. If you don’t like it, then perhaps you shouldn’t have made a mess of your other clothes."

She sweeps out of the room, leaving Sophie to ponder what she should do next. She would really rather shut herself in her room, and read, and not have to deal with any members of this awful family for a while, but she knows that if she does not try to integrate, she will never rise above her place at the very bottom of the social ladder here.

Stepping out on to the landing, she does not immediately see anybody around. Going to the top of the stairs, she quietly descends, and enters the living room. There is nobody here either. She leaves, and heads towards the back of the house. On her way, she passes a door that she has not yet been through. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she opens it. Judging by the flight of stairs leading downwards, this way leads to the basement.

Should she head down the steps to explore the basement?
Or go outside instead?

Nervously, Sophie gets down on to her hands and knees, and shines her torch into the hole. The weak light illuminates the walls of a narrow tunnel, which leads gradually downhill and curves sharply to the right so that she cannot see very far along it. The floor of the tunnel looks very muddy, and the walls glisten.

"Hurry up!" says Colin, behind her.

Sophie has to lie down on her belly in order to crawl into the tunnel entrance. Fortunately claustrophobia has never been much of a problem for her, or else she would have refused point blank to enter such a place. Pushing herself forward with small movements of her arms and feet, she inches further and further into the tunnel. When all that her cousins can see of her are her shoes, Colin calls after her, "Good luck!"

Sophie presses on, and soon comes to a place where the tunnel is high enough for her to get on to her hands and knees. She is filthy by now – her blouse and skirt are covered with mud. Then she notices that the floor ahead appears to be moving. Shining her torch down directly below her head, she gasps as she sees that she is crawling along on a carpet of writhing, wormlike creatures: leeches.

She screams and tries to back up along the tunnel. But as she nears the entrance, she hears Colin’s voice saying, "Oh no you don’t!" Then the daylight streaming in through the tunnel entrance is abruptly eclipsed as a large, heavy object is laid over it.

Sophie realizes she has no choice but to continue with her mission – whatever it might turn out to be. Could there really be a gigantic leech down here? She hopes not, with all her heart. Gritting her teeth, she proceeds down the tunnel again, this time moving much more quickly. But soon she comes to a place where tree roots growing into the tunnel have made passage very difficult. Sophie has to lie on her side and ease herself between the two largest roots.

Buttons pop off her blouse as she tries to squeeze through the narrow gap. Then, halfway through, her skirt gets caught, and she struggles with it for a minute in frustration. She is convinced she can feel leeches crawling up her legs and inside her blouse, and she is starting to get freaked out. Despite the cramped conditions, she manages to shine her torch down on to her exposed belly, and she screams as she sees three large leeches attached to her skin and no doubt feasting on her blood. If this were not enough, she also sees several large cockroaches (bigger than the ones in her room) and two giant centipedes of a kind normally restricted to the tropics. One of the centipedes crawls inside her blouse and disappears from view.

Panicking, Sophie heaves hard against the roots, and the button fastening on her skirt bursts open. As she hauls herself through the gap between the roots, her skirt stays in place and is left behind. Somehow her panties stay on, but some of the poo has been squeezed out of them. Sophie collapses in a heap on the muddy floor of the tunnel, panting from her exertions. Then she shines the torch down on to her legs, and her fears are confirmed – they are covered with leeches. A wriggling sensation against her pussy makes her gasp, and she pulls open the waistband of her panties. Inside, crawling through the thick mass of poo, are several large maggots – she can feel one of them trying to crawl inside her vagina.

Should she stop for a few minutes and try to rid herself of all the bugs and leeches?
Or simply continue on as fast as she possibly can?

Nervously, Sophie gets down on to her hands and knees, and shines her torch into the hole. The weak light illuminates the walls of a narrow tunnel, which leads gradually downhill and curves sharply to the right so that she cannot see very far along it. The floor of the tunnel looks very muddy, and the walls glisten.

"Hurry up!" says Colin, behind her.

Sophie has to lie down on her belly in order to crawl into the tunnel entrance. Fortunately claustrophobia has never been much of a problem for her, or else she would have refused point blank to enter such a place. Pushing herself forward with small movements of her arms and feet, she inches further and further into the tunnel. When all that her cousins can see of her are her shoes, Colin calls after her, "Good luck!"

Sophie presses on, and soon comes to a place where the tunnel is high enough for her to get on to her hands and knees. She is filthy by now – her blouse and skirt are covered with mud. Then she notices that the floor ahead appears to be moving. Shining her torch down directly below her head, she gasps as she sees that she is crawling along on a carpet of writhing, wormlike creatures: leeches.

She screams and tries to back up along the tunnel. But as she nears the entrance, she hears Colin’s voice saying, "Oh no you don’t!" Then the daylight streaming in through the tunnel entrance is abruptly eclipsed as a large, heavy object is laid over it.

Sophie realizes she has no choice but to continue with her mission – whatever it might turn out to be. Could there really be a gigantic leech down here? She hopes not, with all her heart. Gritting her teeth, she proceeds down the tunnel again, this time moving much more quickly. But soon she comes to a place where tree roots growing into the tunnel have made passage very difficult. Sophie has to lie on her side and ease herself between the two largest roots.

Buttons pop off her blouse as she tries to squeeze through the narrow gap. Then, halfway through, her skirt gets caught, and she struggles with it for a minute in frustration. She is convinced she can feel leeches crawling up her legs and inside her blouse, and she is starting to get freaked out. Despite the cramped conditions, she manages to shine her torch down on to her exposed belly, and she screams as she sees three large leeches attached to her skin and no doubt feasting on her blood. If this were not enough, she also sees several large cockroaches (bigger than the ones in her room) and two giant centipedes of a kind normally restricted to the tropics. One of the centipedes crawls inside her blouse and disappears from view.

Panicking, Sophie heaves hard against the roots, and the button fastening on her skirt bursts open. As she hauls herself through the gap between the roots, her skirt stays in place and is left behind. Sophie collapses in a heap on the muddy floor of the tunnel, panting from her exertions. Then she shines the torch down on to her legs, and her fears are confirmed – they are covered with leeches. So is her pussy. In fact, she can feel one of them starting to push its way into her vagina.

Should she stop for a few minutes and try to rid herself of all the bugs and leeches?
Or simply continue on as fast as she possibly can?

Maud smiles warmly. "You’re a good girl," she says. "Well brought up, I can see that. I’ll tell you what – how about we go and get some ice cream down by the river? We can take a walk along the estuary path – it’ll be nice."

Sophie smiles and thanks her aunt – the ice cream sounds good, as does anything that will delay her return to the house. She changes back into her own clothes, and Maud pays for the skirt and blouse. Heading outside, they go back to the car park, and Maud drives them half a mile or so to another car park. Getting out, Sophie follows her aunt to an ice cream van, and orders a Magnum. Maud pays for it, as well as an Orange Maid for herself.

As they nibble on their cold treats, they walk towards a rusty metal gate, beyond which lies a rough path running alongside the river. The river itself is obviously tidal – its banks are far apart, but currently the watercourse is narrow and following a meandering path through a broad stretch of dark grey mud. An oystercatcher is prowling the mud, looking for signs of life beneath the surface.

"Isn’t this pleasant?" says Maud, taking a deep breath of the rather stinky air wafting off the mud. "Mind your feet, dear – the path seems to be a bit muddy in places."

Sophie finds herself enjoying the warm sun, the sound of the seagulls, and the gentle breeze … and she is greatly enjoying her ice cream. When she spots a man with a dog approaching from further down the path, she thinks little of it … until she realises that the dog is loose and appears to be very bouncy and energetic.

Sophie has always been a little nervous of dogs – especially big ones. As this one, a black Labrador, approaches her, wagging its tail, she smiles half-heartedly at it.

"Hello, boy!" says Maud in a friendly tone. She bends down and ruffles the fur behind its head. The dog rears up and plants its paws on Maud’s chest. "Down boy!" she says, laughing.

The dog then launches itself at Sophie, who takes a step backwards in alarm. Her left foot comes perilously close to the top of the bank, and she flails to stop herself overbalancing and moving any further backwards. Unfortunately, the dog collides with her chest, and she squeals as her right foot steps back over the edge.

"Sophie!" cries Maud anxiously.

Sophie lands on one awkward foot halfway down the bank, and then falls backwards, all four limbs flailing wildly. A second later, she lands flat on her back on the surface of the mud.

"Are you all right?" Maud calls down to her.

Sophie picks herself up – she is winded but okay. However, her feet appear to be rapidly sinking into the mud.

"Don’t let yourself sink!" Maud instructs her. "Don’t try to stand up. Go on all fours to disperse your weight over a wider area."

Sophie wrenches her feet free of the mud, and drops to all fours. This does indeed slow her sinking, at least. But she cannot stay here.

"You’ll never get back up this bank just here," says Maud. "It’s way too steep and slippery. Upstream there’s a flight of stone steps going down to the mud, but it’s at least a quarter of a mile away. You might have more luck further downstream where the bank is shallower and easier to climb."

Should Sophie try heading upstream?
Or downstream?

Maud sighs. "I know they’re not ideal," she says, "but there doesn’t seem to be anything here that fits you any better. I’ll tell you what – how about after this, we go and get some ice cream down by the river? We can take a walk along the estuary path – it’ll be nice."

As an attempt at bribery, this does sound tempting to Sophie – the ice cream sounds good, as does anything that will delay her return to the house. Fearing that further objections will cause Maud to turn nasty, Sophie reluctantly agrees to let her aunt buy the blouse and skirt. Maud smiles, pleased. "Good girl," she says.

Sophie changes back into her own clothes, and Maud pays for the skirt and blouse. Heading outside, they go back to the car park, and Maud drives them half a mile or so to another car park. Getting out, Sophie follows her aunt to an ice cream van, and orders a Magnum. Maud pays for it, as well as an Orange Maid for herself.

As they nibble on their cold treats, they walk towards a rusty metal gate, beyond which lies a rough path running alongside the river. The river itself is obviously tidal – its banks are far apart, but currently the watercourse is narrow and following a meandering path through a broad stretch of dark grey mud. An oystercatcher is prowling the mud, looking for signs of life beneath the surface.

"Isn’t this pleasant?" says Maud, taking a deep breath of the rather stinky air wafting off the mud. "Mind your feet, dear – the path seems to be a bit muddy in places."

Sophie finds herself enjoying the warm sun, the sound of the seagulls, and the gentle breeze … and she is greatly enjoying her ice cream. When she spots a man with a dog approaching from further down the path, she thinks little of it … until she realises that the dog is loose and appears to be very bouncy and energetic.

Sophie has always been a little nervous of dogs – especially big ones. As this one, a black Labrador, approaches her, wagging its tail, she smiles half-heartedly at it.

"Hello, boy!" says Maud in a friendly tone. She bends down and ruffles the fur behind its head. The dog rears up and plants its paws on Maud’s chest. "Down boy!" she says, laughing.

The dog then launches itself at Sophie, who takes a step backwards in alarm. Her left foot comes perilously close to the top of the bank, and she flails to stop herself overbalancing and moving any further backwards. Unfortunately, the dog collides with her chest, and she squeals as her right foot steps back over the edge.

"Sophie!" cries Maud anxiously.

Sophie lands on one awkward foot halfway down the bank, and then falls backwards, all four limbs flailing wildly. A second later, she lands flat on her back on the surface of the mud.

"Are you all right?" Maud calls down to her.

Sophie picks herself up – she is winded but okay. However, her feet appear to be rapidly sinking into the mud.

"Don’t let yourself sink!" Maud instructs her. "Don’t try to stand up. Go on all fours to disperse your weight over a wider area."

Sophie wrenches her feet free of the mud, and drops to all fours. This does indeed slow her sinking, at least. But she cannot stay here.

"You’ll never get back up this bank just here," says Maud. "It’s way too steep and slippery. Upstream there’s a flight of stone steps going down to the mud, but it’s at least a quarter of a mile away. You might have more luck further downstream where the bank is shallower and easier to climb."

Should Sophie try heading upstream?
Or downstream?

Sophie grabs the cockroach trying to enter her vagina, and throws it back down the tunnel. Then she scoops the rest of the roaches out of her panties, along with a centipede that she did not even realise was in there, and throws away them as far as she can. Next she tackles the leeches, but she finds them very hard to remove, and it hurts a lot when she finally manages to detach them. Meanwhile, other leeches are worming their way under her blouse and into her panties, and more cockroaches and centipedes are finding their way into her clothing all the time. There is even something squirming inside her bra, against her left nipple. Eventually Sophie comes to the realisation that she cannot remove all of the bugs and leeches as fast as others can take their place, so she reluctantly gives up on them and resolves to continue on her way as quickly as possible. Click here to continue.

Covered in leeches, cockroaches, centipedes, and goodness knows what else, Sophie turns herself back on to her hands and knees and continues crawling down the tunnel. Something is pushing its way into her vagina, but she grimly ignores it and carries on squelching through the mud, the two halves of her blouse hanging down and dragging through the muck. Leeches are arching up her belly; cockroaches are crawling over her bra.

The tunnel has stopped descending now, and the mud is getting deeper. Even though Sophie is on her hands and knees, the mud is halfway up her thighs and almost up to her elbows. This makes the going rather difficult, especially since she is encumbered with a torch and a large bag of salt. The bag is getting increasingly soggy, since it is impossible to make any progress and still keep it out of the mud.

Suddenly Sophie’s torch illuminates something different up ahead – something that looks like a stack of coiled black corrugated tubing. It is glistening wetly. Sophie is about to approach it, when her blood runs cold – the object is moving. With growing horror, Sophie realises that it is in fact the creature she has been sent here to kill: the giant leech.

Never in all her life has Sophie imagined that such a thing as this could exist. It is as thick around as a modest-sized snake – perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. Judging by the number of coils, and their extent, Sophie guesses that the huge leech must measure five or six feet in length. Such an animal, she thinks to herself, could drain her dry if she allowed it to attach itself to her.

Grimly she picks up her bag of salt, only to have it burst in her hand. The sodden paper finally tears open, and the salt spills out over the surface of the mud. Appalled, Sophie fights down a mounting sense of panic as the elephantine leech begins to uncoil in front of her.

Should she grab handfuls of muddy salt and fling them at the leech?
Or attempt to retreat back down the tunnel?

Colin looks angry now. "Very well," he says. "If you will not do the council’s bidding, then you must be punished. Alistair, Cat, Neil – grab her."

Sophie finds her arms being grabbed by her cousins. She struggles, but they have a very firm grip on her.

"Take her to the Tree of Despair!" commands Colin.

Protesting vigorously, Sophie is half-led, half-dragged through the forest for a short distance. Then she is pushed backwards up against the trunk of a tree, and her arms are pulled around either side. Colin, behind the tree, ties string around both of her wrists, and then ties the string together so that Sophie is effectively pinned to the tree trunk.

All five cousins now go to the edge of a nearby muddy pool, and grab double handfuls of mud. Standing at a distance of about twenty feet from her, they start pelting her with the large globs of soft mud.

"This is for disobeying the council!" shouts Colin, hurling a squishy chunk of mud which splats against Sophie’s left breast.

"You mustn’t disobey the council!" pipes Suzy, throwing a much smaller clod of mud which misses Sophie by at least four feet.

Sophie wails protestations as soggy mud hits her over and over again. Her blouse quickly becomes brown and soaked, and her skirt is soon caked with mud. She spits out a piece of mud that entered her mouth as she was yelling, and then clenches her eyes shut just in time as a rather solid chunk splats across her cheek and left eye.

"Wait!" says Colin. The bombardment stops, and Colin marches up to Sophie. "It’ll be better this way," he says, and he unzips Sophie’s skirt and pulls it down to her ankles. Then he rips open Sophie’s blouse and tugs it down over her shoulders.

Alistair laughs. "Take her bra and knickers off too!" he says.

Colin grins. He reaches around behind Sophie and unclasps her bra, but then he realises he cannot take it off without untying her first. Temporarily thwarted, he considers the problem for a moment, then he pulls up the front of the bra, stretches it up over the top of her head, and tucks it behind. Alistair cheers and laughs at Sophie’s exposed breasts. Then Colin pulls Sophie’s panties down to her ankles, and hurries back to rejoin the others.

"All right!" he says. "Carry on!"

The children all laugh happily as they pick up more mud and fling it at Sophie. Poor Sophie, feeling terribly exposed with her nakedness on display, cannot even move to avoid the mud as it splatters against her bare breasts, belly, legs and pussy.

After half an hour or so, the children get a little bored. "Let’s let her go now," says Suzanne.

"You lot go on home," says Colin. "I’ll stay behind and untie Sophie."

The others depart, and Colin comes over to stand in front of Sophie. He reaches between her legs and starts stroking her pussy. One finger slides up into her vagina. He grins as he finger-fucks her. "All right," he says. "If you let me fuck you, I’ll untie you and let you go home to clean up. Otherwise I’ll just leave you here until tonight. Who knows what might find you in the meantime? There are all kinds of strange animals living in these woods. Maybe one of them will take a liking to you."

Sophie doubts that anything more dangerous than a fox lives in these woods, but all the same, Colin’s words make her feel rather nervous.

Should she agree to let him fuck her?
Or tell him to go and fuck himself?

Sophie reaches into the front of her panties, sinking her fingers deep into the huge mass of her poo. She manages to catch hold of the maggot that is entering her, and she pulls it out and throws it away. Next, concerned about the leeches sucking her blood, she tries to pull them off her legs. She finds them very hard to remove, and it hurts a lot when she finally manages to detach them. Meanwhile, other leeches are worming their way under her blouse, and more cockroaches and centipedes are finding their way into her clothing all the time. There is even something squirming inside her bra, against her left nipple. More maggots are trying to get into her vagina, and she hurriedly removes them, but the number of maggots in her panties seems to be increasing – goodness knows where they are all coming from.

Eventually Sophie comes to the realisation that she cannot remove all of the bugs and leeches as fast as others can take their place, so she reluctantly gives up on them and resolves to continue on her way as quickly as possible. Click here to continue.

Covered in leeches, cockroaches, centipedes, and goodness knows what else, Sophie turns herself back on to her hands and knees and continues crawling down the tunnel. A large maggot is crawling into her vagina, but she grimly ignores it and carries on squelching through the mud, the two halves of her blouse hanging down and dragging through the muck. Leeches are arching up her belly; cockroaches are crawling over her bra.

The tunnel has stopped descending now, and the mud is getting deeper. Even though Sophie is on her hands and knees, the mud is halfway up her thighs and almost up to her elbows. This makes the going rather difficult, especially since she is encumbered with a torch and a large bag of salt. The bag is getting increasingly soggy, since it is impossible to make any progress and still keep it out of the mud.

Suddenly Sophie’s torch illuminates something different up ahead – something that looks like a stack of coiled black corrugated tubing. It is glistening wetly. Sophie is about to approach it, when her blood runs cold – the object is moving. With growing horror, Sophie realises that it is in fact the creature she has been sent here to kill: the giant leech.

Never in all her life has Sophie imagined that such a thing as this could exist. It is as thick around as a modest-sized snake – perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. Judging by the number of coils, and their extent, Sophie guesses that the huge leech must measure five or six feet in length. Such an animal, she thinks to herself, could drain her dry if she allowed it to attach itself to her.

Grimly she picks up her bag of salt, only to have it burst in her hand. The sodden paper finally tears open, and the salt spills out over the surface of the mud. Appalled, Sophie fights down a mounting sense of panic as the elephantine leech begins to uncoil in front of her.

Should she grab handfuls of muddy salt and fling them at the leech?
Or attempt to retreat back down the tunnel?

Colin looks angry now. "Very well," he says. "If you will not do the council’s bidding, then you must be punished. Alistair, Cat, Neil – grab her."

Sophie finds her arms being grabbed by her cousins. She struggles, but they have a very firm grip on her.

"Take her to the Tree of Despair!" commands Colin.

Protesting vigorously, Sophie is half-led, half-dragged through the forest for a short distance. Then she is pushed backwards up against the trunk of a tree, and her arms are pulled around either side. Colin, behind the tree, ties string around both of her wrists, and then ties the string together so that Sophie is effectively pinned to the tree trunk.

All five cousins now go to the edge of a nearby muddy pool, and grab double handfuls of mud. Standing at a distance of about twenty feet from her, they start pelting her with the large globs of soft mud.

"This is for disobeying the council!" shouts Colin, hurling a squishy chunk of mud which splats against Sophie’s left breast.

"You mustn’t disobey the council!" pipes Suzy, throwing a much smaller clod of mud which misses Sophie by at least four feet.

Sophie wails protestations as soggy mud hits her over and over again. Her blouse quickly becomes brown and soaked, and her skirt is soon caked with mud. She spits out a piece of mud that entered her mouth as she was yelling, and then clenches her eyes shut just in time as a rather solid chunk splats across her cheek and left eye.

"Wait!" says Colin. The bombardment stops, and Colin marches up to Sophie. "It’ll be better this way," he says, and he unzips Sophie’s skirt and pulls it down to her ankles. Then he rips open Sophie’s blouse and tugs it down over her shoulders.

Alistair laughs. "Take her bra and knickers off too!" he says.

Colin grins. He reaches around behind Sophie and unclasps her bra, but then he realises he cannot take it off without untying her first. Temporarily thwarted, he considers the problem for a moment, then he pulls up the front of the bra, stretches it up over the top of her head, and tucks it behind. Alistair cheers and laughs at Sophie’s exposed breasts. Then Colin carefully pulls Sophie’s heavily-laden panties down to her ankles, and hurries back to rejoin the others.

"All right!" he says. "Carry on!"

The children all laugh happily as they pick up more mud and fling it at Sophie. Poor Sophie, feeling terribly exposed with her nakedness on display, cannot even move to avoid the mud as it splatters against her bare breasts, belly, legs and pussy.

After half an hour or so, the children get a little bored. "Let’s let her go now," says Suzanne.

"You lot go on home," says Colin. "I’ll stay behind and untie Sophie."

The others depart, and Colin comes over to stand in front of Sophie. He reaches between her legs and starts stroking her pussy. One finger slides up into her vagina. He grins as he finger-fucks her. "All right," he says. "If you let me fuck you, I’ll untie you and let you go home to clean up. Otherwise I’ll just leave you here until tonight. Who knows what might find you in the meantime? There are all kinds of strange animals living in these woods. Maybe one of them will take a liking to you."

Sophie doubts that anything more dangerous than a fox lives in these woods, but all the same, Colin’s words make her feel rather nervous.

Should she agree to let him fuck her?
Or tell him to go and fuck himself?

Sophie grabs the leech trying to enter her vagina, and throws it back down the tunnel. Then she tackles the leeches on her legs, but she finds them very hard to remove, and it hurts a lot when she finally manages to detach them. Meanwhile, other leeches are worming their way under her blouse and attaching themselves to her legs and bottom, and more cockroaches and centipedes are finding their way under her blouse all the time. There is even something squirming inside her bra, against her left nipple. Eventually Sophie comes to the realisation that she cannot remove all of the bugs and leeches as fast as others can take their place, so she reluctantly gives up on them and resolves to continue on her way as quickly as possible. Click here to continue.

Covered in leeches, cockroaches, centipedes, and goodness knows what else, Sophie turns herself back on to her hands and knees and continues crawling down the tunnel. A leech is pushing its way into her vagina, but she grimly ignores it and carries on squelching through the mud, the two halves of her blouse hanging down and dragging through the muck. Leeches are arching up her belly; cockroaches are crawling over her bra.

The tunnel has stopped descending now, and the mud is getting deeper. Even though Sophie is on her hands and knees, the mud is halfway up her thighs and almost up to her elbows. This makes the going rather difficult, especially since she is encumbered with a torch and a large bag of salt. The bag is getting increasingly soggy, since it is impossible to make any progress and still keep it out of the mud.

Suddenly Sophie’s torch illuminates something different up ahead – something that looks like a stack of coiled black corrugated tubing. It is glistening wetly. Sophie is about to approach it, when her blood runs cold – the object is moving. With growing horror, Sophie realises that it is in fact the creature she has been sent here to kill: the giant leech.

Never in all her life has Sophie imagined that such a thing as this could exist. It is as thick around as a modest-sized snake – perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. Judging by the number of coils, and their extent, Sophie guesses that the huge leech must measure five or six feet in length. Such an animal, she thinks to herself, could drain her dry if she allowed it to attach itself to her.

Grimly she picks up her bag of salt, only to have it burst in her hand. The sodden paper finally tears open, and the salt spills out over the surface of the mud. Appalled, Sophie fights down a mounting sense of panic as the elephantine leech begins to uncoil in front of her.

Should she grab handfuls of muddy salt and fling them at the leech?
Or attempt to retreat back down the tunnel?

Colin looks angry now. "Very well," he says. "If you will not do the council’s bidding, then you must be punished. Alistair, Cat, Neil – grab her."

Sophie finds her arms being grabbed by her cousins. She struggles, but they have a very firm grip on her.

"Take her to the Tree of Despair!" commands Colin.

Protesting vigorously, Sophie is half-led, half-dragged through the forest for a short distance. Then she is pushed backwards up against the trunk of a tree, and her arms are pulled around either side. Colin, behind the tree, ties string around both of her wrists, and then ties the string together so that Sophie is effectively pinned to the tree trunk.

All five cousins now go to the edge of a nearby muddy pool, and grab double handfuls of mud. Standing at a distance of about twenty feet from her, they start pelting her with the large globs of soft mud.

"This is for disobeying the council!" shouts Colin, hurling a squishy chunk of mud which splats against Sophie’s left breast.

"You mustn’t disobey the council!" pipes Suzy, throwing a much smaller clod of mud which misses Sophie by at least four feet.

Sophie wails protestations as soggy mud hits her over and over again. Her blouse quickly becomes brown and soaked, and her skirt is soon caked with mud. She spits out a piece of mud that entered her mouth as she was yelling, and then clenches her eyes shut just in time as a rather solid chunk splats across her cheek and left eye.

"Wait!" says Colin. The bombardment stops, and Colin marches up to Sophie. "It’ll be better this way," he says, and he unzips Sophie’s skirt and pulls it down to her ankles. Then he rips open Sophie’s blouse and tugs it down over her shoulders.

Alistair laughs at Sophie’s exposed pussy. "Take off her bra too!" he says.

Colin grins. He reaches around behind Sophie and unclasps her bra, but then he realises he cannot take it off without untying her first. Temporarily thwarted, he considers the problem for a moment, then he pulls up the front of the bra, stretches it up over the top of her head, and tucks it behind. Alistair cheers and laughs even harder.

"All right!" says Colin, hurrying back to rejoin the others. "Carry on!"

The children all laugh happily as they pick up more mud and fling it at Sophie. Poor Sophie, feeling terribly exposed with her nakedness on display, cannot even move to avoid the mud as it splatters against her bare breasts, belly, legs and pussy.

After half an hour or so, the children get a little bored. "Let’s let her go now," says Suzanne.

"You lot go on home," says Colin. "I’ll stay behind and untie Sophie."

The others depart, and Colin comes over to stand in front of Sophie. He reaches between her legs and starts stroking her pussy. One finger slides up into her vagina. He grins as he finger-fucks her. "All right," he says. "If you let me fuck you, I’ll untie you and let you go home to clean up. Otherwise I’ll just leave you here until tonight. Who knows what might find you in the meantime? There are all kinds of strange animals living in these woods. Maybe one of them will take a liking to you."

Sophie doubts that anything more dangerous than a fox lives in these woods, but all the same, Colin’s words make her feel rather nervous.

Should she agree to let him fuck her?
Or tell him to go and fuck himself?

Sophie starts crawling along the mud in the upstream direction, with Maud following along on the path above. Although the mud beneath Sophie’s hands and knees is initially quite soft and squishy, it soon becomes a little firmer, and Sophie, who is tired of crawling, decides to risk getting to her feet. The mud holds her weight, yielding only a little, and she is able to make faster progress.

Suddenly, however, a patch of mud that looked nice and firm proves to be otherwise, and Sophie shrieks as she drops in up to her upper thighs. Her sinking slows, and her panty-clad buttocks and pussy gently sink beneath the surface, with her skirt remaining on top of the mud.

"Lie down!" Maud frantically instructs her. "Don’t let yourself sink any further! The tide comes in very quickly along here."

Anxiously Sophie lies back, but her legs seem rooted in place. She tries to remember the correct procedure for extracting oneself from quicksand, but in her panic she finds this difficult to recall.

Should she remain lying back, and alternately bend and flex each leg slightly?
Or try rocking backwards and forwards, pulling each leg upwards in turn?

Sophie starts crawling along the mud in the downstream direction, but as the mud descends nearer to the level of the water, it becomes more and more sticky and soft. Soon it is up to her elbows, and even her knees are sinking six inches or so. Her progress slowing, Sophie gets more and more bogged down, until, with her knees disappearing deeper and deeper into the mud, she finds that she is stuck. Something moves against her thigh, and she anxiously pulls up her skirt to see what it was. To her horror, slimy worm-like creatures are slithering through the mud between her legs. Unlike ordinary worms, these have tiny stubby legs attached to each segment, and they move unnervingly quickly. They are lugworms, a favourite bait of fishermen – but currently it is Sophie who is pinned and helpless, and the lugworms that are curiously exploring this potential food source. This is Sophie’s immediate fear, anyway – that the worms will start biting her.

One of them rears up as Sophie’s panties slowly descend to within a couple of inches of the mud. Its head – if the featureless front end can be called a head – starts probing along the seam of her gusset, apparently trying to find a way in. Though she is reluctant to touch the creature, she is very anxious not to let it inside her panties, and so she flicks at it with her fingers. It retreats down into the mud.

However, Sophie does not notice another lugworm, a little further back, exploring the elasticated leg-band where the lowest curve of her left buttock meets her upper thigh. Pushing between the seam and Sophie’s skin, it rapidly slithers into the back of her panties and starts crawling up between her buttocks. Sophie squeals and slaps her hand over her pussy, terrified the creature will attempt to enter her vagina.

As her buttocks begin to sink into the mud, more lugworms start forcing their way into Sophie’s panties from all sides. She tries to pull one of them out, but it is very slippery and she cannot get a good grip on it. Soon her panties are bulging at the back and at the front, filled with a mass of writhing, slithering worms. Then Sophie’s worst fear is confirmed, as one of them slithers quickly into her vagina, right through her fingers. She feels it crawling deep inside her, tickling her with its legs.

"Are you stuck?" asks Maud anxiously.

Another worm follows after the first, and then another. In just a few seconds, almost a dozen worms are trying to get inside her at the same time, and her vaginal opening is becoming stretched painfully wide. The mud is now up to the top of Sophie’s panties.

Should she ask Maud to help her get out?
Or ask her aunt to go and get help?

Sophie gathers up as much salt as she can retrieve from the mud, and throws it at the leech. Unfortunately, the salt has clumped together somewhat, and her actions serve only to irritate the leech as chunks of salty mud bounce off its body. It slithers towards Sophie with surprising speed, and she yelps in alarm. In her haste to back away from the creature, she dashes her torch against a hard root – it goes out, and she drops it. Now surrounded by darkness so absolute that it makes no difference if her eyes are open or closed, Sophie screams in abject panic. As she gropes around the mud, looking for her torch, she feels the leech coil itself around her left thigh and slowly nudge the gusset of her panties to one side.

Sophie gasps as she feels the thick body of the leech sliding smoothly and inexorably into her vagina. She grabs hold of it with one hand, but it is too slippery and she cannot grip it. Then she howls with pain as she feels her cervix forced open, and tears spring from her eyes. Desperately she clutches at the body of the leech, but she cannot seem to impede its progress in the slightest – inch by inch it penetrates her womb, and the more of itself it pulls inside her, the less there is for Sophie to grab hold of. She imagines it coiling itself up into a tight ball within her womb – it is not a happy image. In a last-ditch effort to avoid losing it entirely within her, Sophie digs into its body with her nails … but its skin is deceptively tough, and it pulls the last few inches of itself into her vagina with little effort. Seconds later, it is buried entirely inside her womb, and her abused cervix slowly closes up. She feels her abdomen – it is bulging as if she were a few months pregnant.

Breaking down, Sophie sobs miserably as hundreds of leeches feed on her, and centipedes and cockroaches crawl through her hair and roam around inside her panties and bra. A couple of cockroaches squirm into her vagina, but Sophie barely heeds them.

Crawling slowly back down the tunnel, she retrieves her skirt and makes her way back to the tunnel entrance. Finding it blocked, she screams in frustration and misery.

"Did you kill it?" Colin’s voice is muffled by the blockage.

Should Sophie tell him what happened?
Or lie and say she killed the leech?

Sophie retreats as quickly as she can manage, but the giant leech slithers towards her with surprising speed. She yelps in alarm, and in her haste, she dashes her torch against a hard root – it goes out, and she drops it. Now surrounded by darkness so absolute that it makes no difference if her eyes are open or closed, Sophie screams in abject panic. As she gropes around the mud, looking for her torch, she feels the leech coil itself around her left thigh and slowly nudge the gusset of her panties to one side.

Sophie gasps as she feels the thick body of the leech sliding smoothly and inexorably into her vagina. She grabs hold of it with one hand, but it is too slippery and she cannot grip it. Then she howls with pain as she feels her cervix forced open, and tears spring from her eyes. Desperately she clutches at the body of the leech, but she cannot seem to impede its progress in the slightest – inch by inch it penetrates her womb, and the more of itself it pulls inside her, the less there is for Sophie to grab hold of. She imagines it coiling itself up into a tight ball within her womb – it is not a happy image. In a last-ditch effort to avoid losing it entirely within her, Sophie digs into its body with her nails … but its skin is deceptively tough, and it pulls the last few inches of itself into her vagina with little effort. Seconds later, it is buried entirely inside her womb, and her abused cervix slowly closes up. She feels her abdomen – it is bulging as if she were a few months pregnant.

Breaking down, Sophie sobs miserably as hundreds of leeches feed on her, and centipedes and cockroaches crawl through her hair and roam around inside her panties and bra. A couple of cockroaches squirm into her vagina, but Sophie barely heeds them.

Crawling slowly back down the tunnel, she retrieves her skirt and makes her way back to the tunnel entrance. Finding it blocked, she screams in frustration and misery.

"Did you kill it?" Colin’s voice is muffled by the blockage.

Should Sophie tell him what happened?
Or lie and say she killed the leech?

Colin grins, and unties Sophie’s hands. Laying her down on a damp patch of pine needles, he unzips himself and pulls out his erection. Lubricating himself with his saliva, he eases himself into Sophie’s vagina, whereupon he begins thrusting inside her with rapid, vigorous strokes. As he fucks her, he squeezes her breasts roughly with clutching hands, and moans with pleasure. Sophie simply lies still, her legs spread wide, staring off into the woods while her cousin pounds his groin against her pussy.

Eventually, with a groan, Colin ejaculates inside her. Climbing off her, he chuckles. "Thanks!" he says. "That was very nice." He tucks himself back into his trousers, then runs off. "See you back home!" he calls out, and he laughs as he disappears among the trees.

Wearily, Sophie gets to her feet and gathers up her muddy clothing. She trudges back towards the house, and fortunately does not get lost along the way. As she enters the house through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"So!" she says. "Colin told me you were rolling around in the mud, but I scarcely believed it – I only just washed those clothes of yours! What a naughty girl you are! Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin looks both angry and disappointed. "Fine!" he says. "Let’s see how you like being stuck out here all day!" He storms off towards the house, and Sophie soon loses sight of him among the trees.

She struggles against her bonds, trying to work her hands free. After a few minutes of this, she manages to slip out of one loop of string. From this point on, it becomes easier, and soon she has worked one hand completely free. Bringing the other hand around in front of her, it is a simple matter to remove the rest of the string.

Rubbing her wrists, Sophie gathers up her muddy clothing. She trudges back towards the house, and fortunately does not get lost along the way. As she enters the house through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"So!" she says. "Colin told me you were out there, rolling around in the mud, but I scarcely believed it – I only just washed those clothes of yours! What a naughty girl you are! Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin grins, and unties Sophie’s hands. Laying her down on a damp patch of pine needles, he unzips himself and pulls out his erection. Lubricating himself with his saliva, he eases himself into Sophie’s vagina, whereupon he begins thrusting inside her with rapid, vigorous strokes. As he fucks her, he squeezes her breasts roughly with clutching hands, and moans with pleasure. Sophie simply lies still, her legs spread wide, staring off into the woods while her cousin pounds his groin against her pussy.

Eventually, with a groan, Colin ejaculates inside her. Climbing off her, he chuckles. "Thanks!" he says. "That was very nice." He tucks himself back into his trousers, then runs off. "See you back home!" he calls out, and he laughs as he disappears among the trees.

Wearily, Sophie gets to her feet and gathers up her messy clothing. She trudges back towards the house, and fortunately does not get lost along the way. As she enters the house through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"So!" she says. "Colin told me you were rolling around in the mud, but I scarcely believed it – I only just washed those clothes of yours! What a naughty girl you are! And you did a poo in your panties, too! Silly girl – that’ll teach you to eat so much Brantasia. Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin looks both angry and disappointed. "Fine!" he says. "Let’s see how you like being stuck out here all day!" He storms off towards the house, and Sophie soon loses sight of him among the trees.

She struggles against her bonds, trying to work her hands free. After a few minutes of this, she manages to slip out of one loop of string. From this point on, it becomes easier, and soon she has worked one hand completely free. Bringing the other hand around in front of her, it is a simple matter to remove the rest of the string.

Rubbing her wrists, Sophie gathers up her messy clothing. She trudges back towards the house, and fortunately does not get lost along the way. As she enters the house through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"So!" she says. "Colin told me you were out there, rolling around in the mud, but I scarcely believed it – I only just washed those clothes of yours! What a naughty girl you are! And you did a poo in your panties, too! Silly girl – that’ll teach you to eat so much Brantasia. Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Sophie gathers up as much salt as she can retrieve from the mud, and throws it at the leech. Unfortunately, the salt has clumped together somewhat, and her actions serve only to irritate the leech as chunks of salty mud bounce off its body. It slithers towards Sophie with surprising speed, and she yelps in alarm. In her haste to back away from the creature, she dashes her torch against a hard root – it goes out, and she drops it. Now surrounded by darkness so absolute that it makes no difference if her eyes are open or closed, Sophie screams in abject panic. As she gropes around the mud, looking for her torch, she feels the leech coil itself around her left thigh and start to press its head against her vaginal opening.

Sophie gasps as she feels the thick body of the leech sliding smoothly and inexorably into her vagina. She grabs hold of it with one hand, but it is too slippery and she cannot grip it. Then she howls with pain as she feels her cervix forced open, and tears spring from her eyes. Desperately she clutches at the body of the leech, but she cannot seem to impede its progress in the slightest – inch by inch it penetrates her womb, and the more of itself it pulls inside her, the less there is for Sophie to grab hold of. She imagines it coiling itself up into a tight ball within her womb – it is not a happy image. In a last-ditch effort to avoid losing it entirely within her, Sophie digs into its body with her nails … but its skin is deceptively tough, and it pulls the last few inches of itself into her vagina with little effort. Seconds later, it is buried entirely inside her womb, and her abused cervix slowly closes up. She feels her abdomen – it is bulging as if she were a few months pregnant.

Breaking down, Sophie sobs miserably as hundreds of leeches feed on her, and centipedes and cockroaches crawl through her hair and roam around inside her bra. A couple of cockroaches squirm into her vagina, but Sophie barely heeds them.

Crawling slowly back down the tunnel, she retrieves her skirt and makes her way back to the tunnel entrance. Finding it blocked, she screams in frustration and misery.

"Did you kill it?" Colin’s voice is muffled by the blockage.

Should Sophie tell him what happened?
Or lie and say she killed the leech?

Sophie retreats as quickly as she can manage, but the giant leech slithers towards her with surprising speed. She yelps in alarm, and in her haste, she dashes her torch against a hard root – it goes out, and she drops it. Now surrounded by darkness so absolute that it makes no difference if her eyes are open or closed, Sophie screams in abject panic. As she gropes around the mud, looking for her torch, she feels the leech coil itself around her left thigh and start to press its head against her vaginal opening.

Sophie gasps as she feels the thick body of the leech sliding smoothly and inexorably into her vagina. She grabs hold of it with one hand, but it is too slippery and she cannot grip it. Then she howls with pain as she feels her cervix forced open, and tears spring from her eyes. Desperately she clutches at the body of the leech, but she cannot seem to impede its progress in the slightest – inch by inch it penetrates her womb, and the more of itself it pulls inside her, the less there is for Sophie to grab hold of. She imagines it coiling itself up into a tight ball within her womb – it is not a happy image. In a last-ditch effort to avoid losing it entirely within her, Sophie digs into its body with her nails … but its skin is deceptively tough, and it pulls the last few inches of itself into her vagina with little effort. Seconds later, it is buried entirely inside her womb, and her abused cervix slowly closes up. She feels her abdomen – it is bulging as if she were a few months pregnant.

Breaking down, Sophie sobs miserably as hundreds of leeches feed on her, and centipedes and cockroaches crawl through her hair and roam around inside her bra. A couple of cockroaches squirm into her vagina, but Sophie barely heeds them.

Crawling slowly back down the tunnel, she retrieves her skirt and makes her way back to the tunnel entrance. Finding it blocked, she screams in frustration and misery.

"Did you kill it?" Colin’s voice is muffled by the blockage.

Should Sophie tell him what happened?
Or lie and say she killed the leech?

Colin grins, and unties Sophie’s hands. Laying her down on a damp patch of pine needles, he unzips himself and pulls out his erection. Lubricating himself with his saliva, he eases himself into Sophie’s vagina, whereupon he begins thrusting inside her with rapid, vigorous strokes. As he fucks her, he squeezes her breasts roughly with clutching hands, and moans with pleasure. Sophie simply lies still, her legs spread wide, staring off into the woods while her cousin pounds his groin against her pussy.

Eventually, with a groan, Colin ejaculates inside her. Climbing off her, he chuckles. "Thanks!" he says. "That was very nice." He tucks himself back into his trousers, then runs off. "See you back home!" he calls out, and he laughs as he disappears among the trees.

Wearily, Sophie gets to her feet and gathers up her muddy clothing. Making her way back to the clearing in which the council held its meeting, she retrieves her poo-filled panties and puts them back on. Then she trudges back towards the house, and fortunately does not get lost along the way. As she enters the house through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"So!" she says. "Colin told me you were rolling around in the mud, but I scarcely believed it – I only just washed those clothes of yours! What a naughty girl you are! And you did a poo in your panties, too! Silly girl – that’ll teach you to eat so much Brantasia. Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin looks both angry and disappointed. "Fine!" he says. "Let’s see how you like being stuck out here all day!" He storms off towards the house, and Sophie soon loses sight of him among the trees.

She struggles against her bonds, trying to work her hands free. After a few minutes of this, she manages to slip out of one loop of string. From this point on, it becomes easier, and soon she has worked one hand completely free. Bringing the other hand around in front of her, it is a simple matter to remove the rest of the string.

Rubbing her wrists, Sophie gathers up her muddy clothing. Making her way back to the clearing in which the council held its meeting, she retrieves her poo-filled panties and puts them back on. Then she trudges back towards the house, and fortunately does not get lost along the way. As she enters the house through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"So!" she says. "Colin told me you were out there, rolling around in the mud, but I scarcely believed it – I only just washed those clothes of yours! What a naughty girl you are! And you did a poo in your panties, too! Silly girl – that’ll teach you to eat so much Brantasia. Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

This strategy seems to work. Although it takes a while, the mud around Sophie’s legs gradually loosens, and she finds that she has more freedom of movement. Though her bottom is still sinking slightly, her legs slowly rise towards the surface, and eventually she is practically horizontal. By rolling from side to side, she manages to unstick herself, whereupon Maud claps her hands.

"Well done, Sophie!" she says. "Look – there’s a flight of steps just ahead. Let’s see if you can make it there without any further mishaps."

Sophie crawls on her hands and knees until she reaches the steps. She climbs up to where Maud is waiting, and heaves a sigh of relief.

"Let’s get you home, dear," says Maud. "Looks like we’ll have to wash your clothes again! Dear me."

They return to the car park, and Maud lays down a towel on the passenger seat for Sophie to sit on. A twenty-five minute drive takes them back to the house. Inside, Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud, "since the charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then she puts on the rest of her new clothes. She is very unhappy about the amount of flesh that she is showing, and particularly about the fact that her panties are only partially covered, but she has, after all, agreed to wear them.

"There," says Maud with a smile. "You do look quite fetching, if I may say so. Now why don’t you go and play with the children?"

She leaves the room, and Sophie ponders what to do next. She would really rather shut herself in her room, and read, and not have to deal with any members of this awful family for a while, but she knows that if she does not try to integrate, she will never rise above her place at the very bottom of the social ladder here.

Stepping out on to the landing, she does not immediately see anybody around. Going to the top of the stairs, she quietly descends, and enters the living room. There is nobody here either. She leaves, and heads towards the back of the house. On her way, she passes a door that she has not yet been through. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she opens it. Judging by the flight of stairs leading downwards, this way leads to the basement.

Should she head down the steps to explore the basement?
Or go outside instead?

Sophie pulls on each leg in turn, and rocks back and forth, but this strategy soon proves disastrous – she is sinking faster than ever. In next to no time she is almost up to her breasts in mud.

"Oh for heaven’s sake!" says Maud, glancing anxiously back and forth. She starts hurrying down the path, and for a moment Sophie thinks that she is going to run off and leave her here to die. But then she spots a flight of stone steps leading from the path down to the mud, and it is this that Maud is heading for.

"Stop moving, Sophie!" Maud commands, as she reaches the bottom of the steps and sidles along the very edge of the mudflat, where the ground is relatively firm. As she draws level with Sophie, she takes a step forward, then hastily retreats as her foot begins to sink. "Take off your blouse!" she instructs Sophie. "I’ll try to pull you out."

Sophie unbuttons her blouse and pulls it off.

"Good, now take hold of the end of one sleeve, and throw the rest to me," says Maud.

Sophie doubts that this will work, but she does as her aunt suggests. Unfortunately the distance is too great – Maud cannot catch hold of the other sleeve.

"Can you manage to take your skirt off too?" inquires Maud.

Sophie reaches her hands down into the mud, and finds the button and zipper of her skirt. Undoing them, she tugs hard on the skirt, and slowly manages to pull it up through the sticky mud. She takes it off carefully so as not to make a mess of her bra – which she realises is rather silly, but her bra is currently her only clean garment and she rather wishes to keep it that way if possible.

She ties her skirt and blouse together, with one sleeve of the blouse knotted around one side of the skirt through the waistband. Then she tosses the skirt to Maud, who catches it on the first attempt.

"Now I’m not going to pull hard," says Maud, "because your blouse will just rip apart if I do. What I want you to do is this: just lean in my direction, and wiggle both of your legs back and forth."

Sophie complies, though she cannot see much point in this strategy. Minutes pass, and her leaning and wiggling seem fruitless … except that she seems to be able to move her legs in slightly wider circles. After another ten minutes, her angle of lean has definitely improved, and her legs have apparently risen several inches through the mud.

Then two teenaged boys appear on the bank up above, and after assessing the situation they hurry down the steps. Crawling towards Sophie on all fours, they grab her arms and pull as she continues to wiggle her legs.

"Wow, you’re really stuck in there!" says one of the boys. "My name’s Josh, by the way."

"Mine’s Paul," offers the other boy.

It is not long before the mud around Sophie is loose enough to allow the boys to pull her free. Wearing only her bra, panties and shoes, which somehow stayed on her feet, Sophie crawls across to Maud, who smiles at her.

"That was a narrow escape, wasn’t it dear?" says her aunt. "Thank you boys – you were a great help."

"Don’t mention it!" says Josh cheerfully. "Er, hmm – I seem to be a bit stuck."

Sophie follows her aunt back up to the path.

"Let’s get you home, dear," says Maud. "Looks like we’ll have to wash your clothes again! Dear me."

They return to the car park, and Maud lays down a towel on the passenger seat for Sophie to sit on. A twenty-five minute drive takes them back to the house. Inside, Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud, "since the charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then she puts on the rest of her new clothes. She is very unhappy about the amount of flesh that she is showing, and particularly about the fact that her panties are only partially covered, but she has, after all, agreed to wear them.

"There," says Maud with a smile. "You do look quite fetching, if I may say so. Now why don’t you go and play with the children?"

She leaves the room, and Sophie ponders what to do next. She would really rather shut herself in her room, and read, and not have to deal with any members of this awful family for a while, but she knows that if she does not try to integrate, she will never rise above her place at the very bottom of the social ladder here.

Stepping out on to the landing, she does not immediately see anybody around. Going to the top of the stairs, she quietly descends, and enters the living room. There is nobody here either. She leaves, and heads towards the back of the house. On her way, she passes a door that she has not yet been through. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she opens it. Judging by the flight of stairs leading downwards, this way leads to the basement.

Should she head down the steps to explore the basement?
Or go outside instead?

Maud looks down the bank at Sophie. "There’s no way for me to get down," she says. "I’d just get stuck myself. But surely you can wriggle free? Try lying down flat on top of the mud – if you can get horizontal, you should be able to roll to safety."

Sophie tries to lie down flat, but her legs, bent double at the knee, are firmly locked in place by the thick mud. Lugworms are sliding in and out of her vagina now in a steady two-way traffic, and she gasps as one starts wiggling its way into her anus.

Then she tries a new tactic – that of attempting to straighten her legs while leaning forward across the mud. With a series of jerking movements, she flexes and bends her knees, and little by little she begins to work them free.

"That’s it!" says Maud encouragingly. "Keep going."

Ten minutes later, Sophie has successfully freed herself from her muddy trap. Rolling towards the bank, she soon finds firmer ground, and gets up on to her hands and knees. After crawling for thirty yards or so, she finds a place where the bank is shallow enough and firm enough to climb.

"Well done," says Maud. "I knew you could do it. Are you okay? You look a little unwell."

In truth, Sophie is rather sickened by the sensation of all the lugworms sliding in and out of her vagina. Her panties are still absolutely full of them. But she is rather embarrassed about this and hesitates to tell her aunt.

Should she bite the bullet, and show Maud what is in her panties?
Or say she is fine, and simply walk with her aunt back to the car?

Maud looks around. "I can’t see anyone around," she says worriedly. "I don’t want to leave you here, in case you’ve vanished beneath the mud by the time I get back. Can’t you wriggle free? Try lying down flat on top of the mud – if you can get horizontal, you should be able to roll to safety."

Sophie tries to lie down flat, but her legs, bent double at the knee, are firmly locked in place by the thick mud. Lugworms are sliding in and out of her vagina now in a steady two-way traffic, and she gasps as one starts wiggling its way into her anus.

Then she tries a new tactic – that of attempting to straighten her legs while leaning forward across the mud. With a series of jerking movements, she flexes and bends her knees, and little by little she begins to work them free.

"That’s it!" says Maud encouragingly. "Keep going."

Ten minutes later, Sophie has successfully freed herself from her muddy trap. Rolling towards the bank, she soon finds firmer ground, and gets up on to her hands and knees. After crawling for thirty yards or so, she finds a place where the bank is shallow enough and firm enough to climb.

"Well done," says Maud. "I knew you could do it. Are you okay? You look a little unwell."

In truth, Sophie is rather sickened by the sensation of all the lugworms sliding in and out of her vagina. Her panties are still absolutely full of them. But she is rather embarrassed about this and hesitates to tell her aunt.

Should she bite the bullet, and show Maud what is in her panties?
Or say she is fine, and simply walk with her aunt back to the car?

"Jesus!" Colin exclaims in astonishment. "I suppose we’d better let you out then."

The boulder he has rolled across the entrance is moved aside, and Sophie crawls backwards out of the tunnel and into daylight again. She bursts into tears and collapses in a foetal position.

"Ugh, she’s covered with leeches!" cries Suzy in disgust.

"And cockroaches!" says Neil in fascination.

"And centipedes," shudders Catriona, backing away.

"It looks like she’s pregnant," remarks Alistair, rubbing his crotch.

"We can’t let her go home while she’s got that leech inside her," says Colin. "Dad’ll kill us."

"Well what can we do?" demands Catriona. "Do you want to get it out? Because I jolly well don’t!"

"I’ll give it a go," says Alistair, smiling nastily.

"All right," says Colin. "Sophie, lie on your back and spread your legs. Alistair’s going to try to get the leech out."

Sophie shudders at the thought, but she desperately wants to get rid of her unwanted pregnancy.

Should she agree to let Alistair try to get the leech out of her womb?
Or say she would rather let her aunt have a go?

"Good job!" says Colin. "You’ll have to prove it, though, by bringing out its body, otherwise how will we know that you’re telling the truth?"

Sophie realises that she cannot back up her claim. Biting her lip, she reluctantly admits that she was lying, and tells him what happened.

"Jesus!" Colin exclaims in astonishment. "I suppose we’d better let you out then."

The boulder he has rolled across the entrance is moved aside, and Sophie crawls backwards out of the tunnel and into daylight again. She bursts into tears and collapses in a foetal position.

"Ugh, she’s covered with leeches!" cries Suzy in disgust.

"And cockroaches!" says Neil in fascination.

"And centipedes," shudders Catriona, backing away.

"It looks like she’s pregnant," remarks Alistair, rubbing his crotch.

"We can’t let her go home while she’s got that leech inside her," says Colin. "Dad’ll kill us."

"Well what can we do?" demands Catriona. "Do you want to get it out? Because I jolly well don’t!"

"I’ll give it a go," says Alistair, smiling nastily.

"All right," says Colin. "Sophie, lie on your back and spread your legs. Alistair’s going to try to get the leech out."

Sophie shudders at the thought, but she desperately wants to get rid of her unwanted pregnancy.

Should she agree to let Alistair try to get the leech out of her womb?
Or say she would rather let her aunt have a go?

"Blimey!" says Colin. "This I’ve got to see."

The boulder covering the entrance to the tunnel is removed, and Sophie crawls out backwards into the daylight. She throws it on the ground in front of Colin, who jumps back in startlement.

"Jeez, it’s even bigger than the last one!" he exclaims. "Kill it, Alistair!"

The leech has already got its bearings, and is heading straight for the tunnel entrance. Alistair intercepts it, and picks it up. "I don’t want to kill it," he says. "I think I want to keep it as a pet."

Colin shakes his head. "You weirdo," he says. "Fine – keep it then." He turns to Sophie. "Good job Sophie – now let’s get these critters off you."

He and Catriona spend the next few minutes pulling leeches off Sophie, who allows them to strip her naked in order to make sure every leech is found. Then the two of them lay her down, and spread her legs wide so that Alistair can put his fingers inside her. "You never know what might have crawled inside you," says Colin.

In fact Sophie knows exactly what has crawled inside her, so her objections to this mistreatment are half-hearted at best. Despite her mortification, she is relieved when Alistair pulls several large maggots out of her vagina.

"All right," says Colin. "Looks like you need another bath. Let’s get you home."

Sophie puts on her muddy clothing, and her poo-filled panties, which she pulls up snugly so that her poo is nestling squishily around her buttocks and pussy. Then she follows her cousins as they trek back through the woods to the house. As she enters through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"Dear me, Sophie – I only just washed those clothes of yours! Can’t you keep clean for five minutes? And you did a poo in your panties, too! Silly girl – that’ll teach you to eat so much Brantasia. Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

"Good job!" says Colin. The boulder covering the entrance to the tunnel is removed, and Sophie crawls out backwards into the daylight. She throws it on the ground in front of Colin, who jumps back in startlement.

"Jeez, it’s still alive!" he exclaims. "Kill it, Alistair!"

The leech has already got its bearings, and is heading straight for the tunnel entrance. Alistair intercepts it, and picks it up. "I don’t want to kill it," he says. "I think I want to keep it as a pet."

Colin shakes his head. "You weirdo," he says. "Fine – keep it then." He turns to Sophie. "Good job Sophie – now let’s get these critters off you."

He and Catriona spend the next few minutes pulling leeches off Sophie, who allows them to strip her naked in order to make sure every leech is found. Then the two of them lay her down, and spread her legs wide so that Alistair can put his fingers inside her. "You never know what might have crawled inside you," says Colin.

In fact Sophie knows exactly what has crawled inside her, so her objections to this mistreatment are half-hearted at best. Despite her mortification, she is relieved when Alistair pulls several large maggots out of her vagina.

"All right," says Colin. "Looks like you need another bath. Let’s get you home."

Sophie puts on her muddy clothing, and her poo-filled panties, which she pulls up snugly so that her poo is nestling squishily around her buttocks and pussy. Then she follows her cousins as they trek back through the woods to the house. As she enters through the front door, she is met by a stern-looking Maud.

"Dear me, Sophie – I only just washed those clothes of yours! Can’t you keep clean for five minutes? And you did a poo in your panties, too! Silly girl – that’ll teach you to eat so much Brantasia. Now get upstairs to the bathroom so that I can clean you up – fortunately I have some new clothes for you to wear, otherwise I don’t know what you’d do."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

As Sophie lifts her skirt and pulls out the front of her panties, Maud gasps in astonishment. "My goodness!" she exclaims. "You poor thing! Quick – take off your panties and lie down. We’ll soon have you sorted out."

Sophie pulls her worm-filled panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her back on the grass at the edge of the path. Maud pulls her legs wide apart, then she starts to slide three fingers into Sophie’s vagina. The worms have been exuding some kind of slime, which makes it easy for Maud to insert, slowly and by degrees, her whole hand.

Sophie winces and clenches her eyes tightly shut as her aunt gradually works her entire hand into the teenager’s vagina. Then she yelps as her aunt suddenly pulls her hand out.

"Sorry," says Maud. "I know that must have hurt. But look – I got four of them!" She tosses the worms back out on to the mudflat, then pushes her hand back into Sophie’s vagina. This time she only pulls out two worms. On the third attempt, she gets two more. "I think that’s it," says Maud. "But I’d better check." She thrusts her hand back inside Sophie, and feels around. "Nope – unless they’ve gone all the way into your womb, I think you’re empty. Did any go into your bottom?"

Sophie grimaces, and bears down as Maud slides a couple of fingers into her anus. Then three fingers … then four. Sophie clenches her teeth and grunts in pain as her aunt gradually works her whole hand into Sophie’s rectum.

Maud smiles as she lubricates her wrist and forearm with worm slime, and slides her fist deep into Sophie’s bowels. "Brave girl," she says. "Ooh! I think I can feel one." She pulls her hand out slowly, and draws out a long, greenish lugworm. "I’ll just check if there are any more," she says. Licking her lips in concentration, she tucks her fingers together and pushes them into Sophie’s anus. "This stuff’s pretty slippery, eh? Good thing too – otherwise this would hurt much worse."

Sophie thinks it hurts quite enough. Tears roll down her cheeks as her aunt slides her arm deeper and deeper, stretching Sophie’s poor anus to unprecedented proportions. Eventually, when she is almost elbow-deep, Maud withdraws her arm.

"I think you’re okay now," she says. "Let’s get you home so we can wash your muddy clothes."

They return to the car park, and Maud lays down a towel on the passenger seat for Sophie to sit on. A twenty-five minute drive takes them back to the house. Inside, Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud, "since the charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then she puts on the rest of her new clothes. She is very unhappy about the amount of flesh that she is showing, and particularly about the fact that her panties are only partially covered, but she has, after all, agreed to wear them.

"There," says Maud with a smile. "You do look quite fetching, if I may say so. Now why don’t you go and play with the children?"

She leaves the room, and Sophie ponders what to do next. She would really rather shut herself in her room, and read, and not have to deal with any members of this awful family for a while, but she knows that if she does not try to integrate, she will never rise above her place at the very bottom of the social ladder here.

Stepping out on to the landing, she does not immediately see anybody around. Going to the top of the stairs, she quietly descends, and enters the living room. There is nobody here either. She leaves, and heads towards the back of the house. On her way, she passes a door that she has not yet been through. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she opens it. Judging by the flight of stairs leading downwards, this way leads to the basement.

Should she head down the steps to explore the basement?
Or go outside instead?

"Let’s get you home," says Maud, "and we’ll wash those muddy clothes of yours. Dear me, but you can’t seem to keep clean, can you?"

As they walk back to the car, Sophie surreptitiously starts pulling lugworms out of the back of her panties and dropping them by the side of the path. Maud, who is striding ahead briskly, does not notice this, and soon Sophie’s panties are empty. Then, one by one, the worms inside her start slithering out of her vagina and into her panties – and when this happens, Sophie discreetly retrieves them and tosses them aside. By the time they get back to the car park, she has thankfully got rid of all of the lugworms.

Having opened up the car, Maud lays down a towel on the passenger seat for Sophie to sit on. A twenty-five minute drive takes them back to the house. Inside, Sophie meekly follows her aunt up to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud, "since the charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then she puts on the rest of her new clothes. She is very unhappy about the amount of flesh that she is showing, and particularly about the fact that her panties are only partially covered, but she has, after all, agreed to wear them.

"There," says Maud with a smile. "You do look quite fetching, if I may say so. Now why don’t you go and play with the children?"

She leaves the room, and Sophie ponders what to do next. She would really rather shut herself in her room, and read, and not have to deal with any members of this awful family for a while, but she knows that if she does not try to integrate, she will never rise above her place at the very bottom of the social ladder here.

Stepping out on to the landing, she does not immediately see anybody around. Going to the top of the stairs, she quietly descends, and enters the living room. There is nobody here either. She leaves, and heads towards the back of the house. On her way, she passes a door that she has not yet been through. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she opens it. Judging by the flight of stairs leading downwards, this way leads to the basement.

Should she head down the steps to explore the basement?
Or go outside instead?

Sophie pulls down her panties, lies down, and spreads her legs. Alistair chuckles as he reaches between her legs and starts to slide two fingers into her vagina. The giant leech apparently eased its passage into Sophie by means of a slimy secretion, which Alistair makes good use of as he works more and more of his hand inside Sophie. Then he pulls his hand out, clutching a couple of large cockroaches.

"Eww!" says Catriona, screwing up her face. Her younger brother and sister simply look on, fascinated.

Alistair slides his hand back inside Sophie’s vagina, this time completely burying it. Then he starts to probe her cervix, looking for the opening into her womb. When he finds it, he starts to slip one finger inside, and this hurts Sophie more than anything. She screams in pain.

Should she tell Alistair to forget it – she will ask for Maud’s help instead?
Or try to endure the intense pain until the job is done?

Colin and Alistair look at each other uneasily. "Okay," says Colin, "but you have to promise not to tell her that we made you do it." His face hardens. "Otherwise we’ll make life very unpleasant for you."

Sophie promises, and her cousins lead her back towards the house. On the way, Sophie busies herself with pulling leeches off her body; the roaches and centipedes mostly drop off of their own volition. Back at the house, Maud takes one look at Sophie and frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Dear me, Sophie, can’t you keep clean for five minutes?"

"She has a leech inside her!" says Neil. "Can you get it out?"

"It’s in her womb, she thinks," says Alistair.

"It’s huge, apparently," adds Colin.

Sophie is expecting her aunt not to believe a word of it, but to her surprise Maud nods sagely. "Hmm," she says, "yes, I see you’re looking rather full down there." She pats Sophie’s abdomen. "Not to worry, dear – I have just the tools for the job. Let’s go up to your room."

Sophie follows her aunt upstairs, and her cousins come along too. "Can we watch?" asks Alistair.

"I don’t see why not," says Maud, to Sophie’s great disappointment. They enter Sophie’s room. "Lie down, dear, and take off your panties, there’s a good girl."

Sophie lies down on her back, and removes her panties. Maud pushes Sophie’s legs apart, with her knees either side of her chest … and then promptly marches out of the room, leaving Sophie’s cousins to gawp at her exposed vagina and anus. A cockroach crawls suddenly out of Sophie’s vagina, making both Catriona and Suzy jump. Alistair laughs. Then he grabs the roach and pushes it back inside Sophie’s cunt.

Maud returns with a speculum and a pair of needle-nosed forceps. Sophie’s vagina is fortunately lubricated by a slimy secretion of the giant leech, so the speculum slides in easily. Maud pulls it open, enlarging Sophie’s vaginal opening, and then she peers inside.

"There’s more in here than leeches!" she remarks, deftly removing a couple of cockroaches with her forceps. Then she carefully slides the two prongs of the instrument into Sophie’s cervical opening. It hurts like hell, and Sophie whimpers in pain.

"There, there," says Maud. "Chin up, dear. Ah yes, there’s the little bugger. Or big bugger, I should say."

Sophie cries out in sudden pain as her cervix is suddenly forced wide open.

"Here we go!" says Maud, as she drags the enormous leech out of Sophie’s vagina. When a foot or so is outside Sophie, Maud grabs it with her hand and starts pulling on it smoothly and steadily. Foot after foot of the leech slithers out of Sophie’s abused cervix and vaginal opening. When it finally pops free, Maud holds it up triumphantly. "There!" she says. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Alistair’s eyes are wide as he stares at the leech. "Can I keep it, Mum?" he asks.

"Sure, it’s all yours," says Maud, handing it to her son. "Just don’t put it in one of the girls’ beds, all right? Or I’ll know who to punish."

Alistair grins. "I won’t," he says.

"Come on dear," says Maud, helping Sophie to her feet. "Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll have to wash your clothes – again. Never mind – I just got back from buying you some new ones."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Sophie lies down and spreads her legs. Alistair chuckles as he reaches between her legs and starts to slide two fingers into her vagina. The giant leech apparently eased its passage into Sophie by means of a slimy secretion, which Alistair makes good use of as he works more and more of his hand inside Sophie. Then he pulls his hand out, clutching a couple of large cockroaches.

"Eww!" says Catriona, screwing up her face. Her younger brother and sister simply look on, fascinated.

Alistair slides his hand back inside Sophie’s vagina, this time completely burying it. Then he starts to probe her cervix, looking for the opening into her womb. When he finds it, he starts to slip one finger inside, and this hurts Sophie more than anything. She screams in pain.

Should she tell Alistair to forget it – she will ask for Maud’s help instead?
Or try to endure the intense pain until the job is done?

Colin and Alistair look at each other uneasily. "Okay," says Colin, "but you have to promise not to tell her that we made you do it." His face hardens. "Otherwise we’ll make life very unpleasant for you."

Sophie promises, and her cousins lead her back towards the house. On the way, Sophie busies herself with pulling leeches off her body; the roaches and centipedes mostly drop off of their own volition. When they reach the clearing, Sophie retrieves her poo-filled panties and puts them back on.

Back at the house, Maud takes one look at Sophie and frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Dear me, Sophie, can’t you keep clean for five minutes? And from the smell, it appears you’ve done a poo in your panties!"

"She has a leech inside her!" says Neil. "Can you get it out?"

"It’s in her womb, she thinks," says Alistair.

"It’s huge, apparently," adds Colin.

Sophie is expecting her aunt not to believe a word of it, but to her surprise Maud nods sagely. "Hmm," she says, "yes, I see you’re looking rather full down there." She pats Sophie’s abdomen. "Not to worry, dear – I have just the tools for the job. Let’s go up to your room."

Sophie follows her aunt upstairs, and her cousins come along too. "Can we watch?" asks Alistair.

"I don’t see why not," says Maud, to Sophie’s great disappointment. They enter Sophie’s room. "Lie down, dear, and take off your panties, there’s a good girl."

Sophie lies down on her back, and removes her messy panties. Maud pushes Sophie’s legs apart, with her knees either side of her chest … and then promptly marches out of the room, leaving Sophie’s cousins to gawp at her exposed vagina and anus. A cockroach crawls suddenly out of Sophie’s vagina, making both Catriona and Suzy jump. Alistair laughs. Then he grabs the roach and pushes it back inside Sophie’s cunt.

Maud returns with a speculum and a pair of needle-nosed forceps. Sophie’s vagina is fortunately lubricated by a slimy secretion of the giant leech, so the speculum slides in easily. Maud pulls it open, enlarging Sophie’s vaginal opening, and then she peers inside.

"There’s more in here than leeches!" she remarks, deftly removing a couple of cockroaches with her forceps. Then she carefully slides the two prongs of the instrument into Sophie’s cervical opening. It hurts like hell, and Sophie whimpers in pain.

"There, there," says Maud. "Chin up, dear. Ah yes, there’s the little bugger. Or big bugger, I should say."

Sophie cries out in sudden pain as her cervix is suddenly forced wide open.

"Here we go!" says Maud, as she drags the enormous leech out of Sophie’s vagina. When a foot or so is outside Sophie, Maud grabs it with her hand and starts pulling on it smoothly and steadily. Foot after foot of the leech slithers out of Sophie’s abused cervix and vaginal opening. When it finally pops free, Maud holds it up triumphantly. "There!" she says. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Alistair’s eyes are wide as he stares at the leech. "Can I keep it, Mum?" he asks.

"Sure, it’s all yours," says Maud, handing it to her son. "Just don’t put it in one of the girls’ beds, all right? Or I’ll know who to punish."

Alistair grins. "I won’t," he says.

"Come on dear," says Maud, helping Sophie to her feet. "Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll have to wash your clothes – again. Never mind – I just got back from buying you some new ones."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin and Alistair look at each other uneasily. "Okay," says Colin, "but you have to promise not to tell her that we made you do it." His face hardens. "Otherwise we’ll make life very unpleasant for you."

Sophie promises, and her cousins lead her back towards the house. On the way, Sophie busies herself with pulling leeches off her body; the roaches and centipedes mostly drop off of their own volition. Back at the house, Maud takes one look at Sophie and frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Dear me, Sophie, can’t you keep clean for five minutes?"

"She has a leech inside her!" says Neil. "Can you get it out?"

"It’s in her womb, she thinks," says Alistair.

"It’s huge, apparently," adds Colin.

Sophie is expecting her aunt not to believe a word of it, but to her surprise Maud nods sagely. "Hmm," she says, "yes, I see you’re looking rather full down there." She pats Sophie’s abdomen. "Not to worry, dear – I have just the tools for the job. Let’s go up to your room."

Sophie follows her aunt upstairs, and her cousins come along too. "Can we watch?" asks Alistair.

"I don’t see why not," says Maud, to Sophie’s great disappointment. They enter Sophie’s room. "Lie down, dear, and take off your panties, there’s a good girl."

Sophie lies down on her back, and removes her panties. Maud pushes Sophie’s legs apart, with her knees either side of her chest … and then promptly marches out of the room, leaving Sophie’s cousins to gawp at her exposed vagina and anus.

A few moments later, Maud returns with a speculum and a pair of needle-nosed forceps. Sophie’s vagina is fortunately lubricated by a slimy secretion of the giant leech, so the speculum slides in easily. Maud pulls it open, enlarging Sophie’s vaginal opening, then she carefully slides the two prongs of the instrument into Sophie’s cervical opening. It hurts like hell, and Sophie whimpers in pain.

"There, there," says Maud. "Chin up, dear. Ah yes, there’s the little bugger. Or big bugger, I should say."

Sophie cries out in sudden pain as her cervix is suddenly forced wide open.

"Here we go!" says Maud, as she drags the enormous leech out of Sophie’s vagina. When a foot or so is outside Sophie, Maud grabs it with her hand and starts pulling on it smoothly and steadily. Foot after foot of the leech slithers out of Sophie’s abused cervix and vaginal opening. When it finally pops free, Maud holds it up triumphantly. "There!" she says. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Alistair’s eyes are wide as he stares at the leech. "Can I keep it, Mum?" he asks.

"Sure, it’s all yours," says Maud, handing it to her son. "Just don’t put it in one of the girls’ beds, all right? Or I’ll know who to punish."

Alistair grins. "I won’t," he says.

"Come on dear," says Maud, helping Sophie to her feet. "Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll have to wash your clothes – again. Never mind – I just got back from buying you some new ones."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

The pain intensifies as Alistair inserts a second finger into Sophie’s womb. After a couple of minutes of extreme discomfort, she is ready to give up and tell him to stop. But then Alistair says, "Aha!"

Sophie shrieks in agony as Alistair, having curled his fingers around a loop of the leech’s body, starts pulling it out of her womb. She pounds the ground with her fists and stamps her feet against the pain, but then, surprisingly quickly, the leech pops free and her abused cervix begins to close up. Sophie sobs and curls up into a ball.

"Nice job, Alistair!" says Colin, impressed. "Oh don’t be such a baby, Sophie. Come on – let’s get you home and cleaned up."

Clutching her abdomen, Sophie slowly gets to her feet, and then follows her cousins back towards the house. On the way, she busies herself with pulling leeches off her body; the roaches and centipedes mostly drop off of their own volition. Back at the house, Maud takes one look at Sophie and frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Dear me, Sophie, can’t you keep clean for five minutes?"

"It’s okay, Mum – she’s just been through a lot," says Colin.

Maud arches an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" she says. "Well I suppose I won’t ask for details. Come on, dear, let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can try on the new clothes I just bought for you."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Colin and Alistair look at each other uneasily. "Okay," says Colin, "but you have to promise not to tell her that we made you do it." His face hardens. "Otherwise we’ll make life very unpleasant for you."

Sophie promises, and her cousins lead her back towards the house. On the way, Sophie busies herself with pulling leeches off her body; the roaches and centipedes mostly drop off of their own volition. When they reach the clearing, Sophie retrieves her poo-filled panties and puts them back on.

Back at the house, Maud takes one look at Sophie and frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Dear me, Sophie, can’t you keep clean for five minutes? And whew! You’ve done a poo in your panties, too?"

"She has a leech inside her!" says Neil. "Can you get it out?"

"It’s in her womb, she thinks," says Alistair.

"It’s huge, apparently," adds Colin.

Sophie is expecting her aunt not to believe a word of it, but to her surprise Maud nods sagely. "Hmm," she says, "yes, I see you’re looking rather full down there." She pats Sophie’s abdomen. "Not to worry, dear – I have just the tools for the job. Let’s go up to your room."

Sophie follows her aunt upstairs, and her cousins come along too. "Can we watch?" asks Alistair.

"I don’t see why not," says Maud, to Sophie’s great disappointment. They enter Sophie’s room. "Lie down, dear, and take off your panties, there’s a good girl."

Sophie lies down on her back, and removes her messy panties. Maud pushes Sophie’s legs apart, with her knees either side of her chest … and then promptly marches out of the room, leaving Sophie’s cousins to gawp at her exposed vagina and anus.

A few moments later, Maud returns with a speculum and a pair of needle-nosed forceps. Sophie’s vagina is fortunately lubricated by a slimy secretion of the giant leech, so the speculum slides in easily. Maud pulls it open, enlarging Sophie’s vaginal opening, then she carefully slides the two prongs of the instrument into Sophie’s cervical opening. It hurts like hell, and Sophie whimpers in pain.

"There, there," says Maud. "Chin up, dear. Ah yes, there’s the little bugger. Or big bugger, I should say."

Sophie cries out in sudden pain as her cervix is suddenly forced wide open.

"Here we go!" says Maud, as she drags the enormous leech out of Sophie’s vagina. When a foot or so is outside Sophie, Maud grabs it with her hand and starts pulling on it smoothly and steadily. Foot after foot of the leech slithers out of Sophie’s abused cervix and vaginal opening. When it finally pops free, Maud holds it up triumphantly. "There!" she says. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Alistair’s eyes are wide as he stares at the leech. "Can I keep it, Mum?" he asks.

"Sure, it’s all yours," says Maud, handing it to her son. "Just don’t put it in one of the girls’ beds, all right? Or I’ll know who to punish."

Alistair grins. "I won’t," he says.

"Come on dear," says Maud, helping Sophie to her feet. "Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll have to wash your clothes – again. Never mind – I just got back from buying you some new ones."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

The pain intensifies as Alistair inserts a second finger into Sophie’s womb. After a couple of minutes of extreme discomfort, she is ready to give up and tell him to stop. But then Alistair says, "Aha!"

Sophie shrieks in agony as Alistair, having curled his fingers around a loop of the leech’s body, starts pulling it out of her womb. She pounds the ground with her fists and stamps her feet against the pain, but then, surprisingly quickly, the leech pops free and her abused cervix begins to close up. Sophie sobs and curls up into a ball.

"Nice job, Alistair!" says Colin, impressed. "Oh don’t be such a baby, Sophie. Come on – let’s get you home and cleaned up."

Clutching her abdomen, Sophie slowly gets to her feet, and then follows her cousins back towards the house. On the way, she busies herself with pulling leeches off her body; the roaches and centipedes mostly drop off of their own volition. When they reach the clearing, she retrieves her poo-filled panties and puts them back on.

Back at the house, Maud takes one look at Sophie and frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Dear me, Sophie, can’t you keep clean for five minutes? And from the smell of it, you’ve done a poo in your panties too?"

"It’s okay, Mum – she’s just been through a lot," says Colin.

Maud arches an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" she says. "Well I suppose I won’t ask for details. Come on, dear, let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can try on the new clothes I just bought for you."

Sophie meekly follows her aunt to the bathroom, and removes all her clothes apart from her bra, which has come through relatively unscathed. Then she stands still while Maud washes the caked mud and poo off her body. As her aunt runs soapy fingers between her labia, over and over again, Sophie shudders in orgasm, causing Maud to click her tongue in disapproval. Nevertheless, she takes her time over Sophie’s pussy, cleaning it more thoroughly than any other part, and after another five minutes of diligent washing, Sophie has another orgasm.

"You really should learn to control yourself, dear," Maud chides her sternly. She dries Sophie off thoroughly. "All right – back to your room. This would seem like a good time to try on some of your new clothes."

Sophie covers her pussy as she runs back to her room past the grinning faces of Colin and Alistair. Maud follows, and takes out of her shopping bag a three-pack of white cotton panties. She actually smiles as she hands them to Sophie, who eagerly pulls on a pair. They fit perfectly.

"I splurged and went to Marks and Spencer," says Maud. "The charity shop didn’t have any panties."

Sophie thanks her aunt profusely, then takes the next item: a little denim miniskirt. Pulling it up her legs, she struggles to get it past her hips, even with the zipper fully undone.

"Oh dear," says Maud with a sigh. "Yes, I did worry that it might be a little small."

In its correct position, riding low on her hips, Sophie is unable to zip the skirt up. She tugs it up to her waist, and there manages to zip it all the way. But when she tries to pull it down, she cannot get it back into place. With its waistband high above her hips, the skirt fails to fully cover her panties – even at the front, the hemline reveals three inches of her panty-clad crotch, and at the back, the lower half of her bottom is exposed.

Next Maud hands her a blouse, which Sophie also tries on. It is tiny – she can barely get her arms into the sleeves, and when she does, the cuffs are halfway between her elbow and wrist. She manages to get the bottom two buttons fastened, but her breasts are practically bursting out of the wide gap above them. Much of her bra is exposed.

Maud looks at it critically. "I suppose it might look better without the bra," she says. "What do you think, dear?"

Sophie hates these clothes, but she is also reluctant to make a fuss.

Should she thank her aunt, and say that these clothes will be fine?
Or say that she can’t possibly wear them?

Sophie flips a light switch at the top of the stairs, and cautiously descends. At the bottom, she finds a rough floor of dry earth and another light switch, which she also flips. The lights that come on illuminate the entire basement, and Sophie is surprised to see that it looks somewhat like a laboratory. Benches, Bunsen burners, burettes, microscopes, oscilloscopes and empty cages all give the impression that grand experiments are conducted here.

Empty cages? Having glossed over them at first, Sophie now furrows her brow and walks towards the nearest one. Just what kind of experiments are being done here? A squeaking alerts her to the presence of rats or mice, and she glances around nervously. Then she spies something moving on a wall-mounted shelf, and gasps. If it is a rat, it is a most unusual one. Devoid of fur, it has dark brown skin and an ugly, elongated head. Its legs are short and stubby, and its feet bear toes that point both forwards and backwards. It turns towards Sophie, and then leaps at her!

Startled, Sophie jumps back, and trips over a cardboard box. Landing flat on her back, she looks to her left and squeals as she sees about a dozen of these strange rats charging towards her across the earthen floor. Other squeaking sounds behind her indicate that more are approaching from the right.

She does not even have time to sit up before they are upon her. She squeals as they crawl on to her body and start nipping at her flesh. A couple dive into her cleavage and disappear beneath her blouse. She feels a couple of rats biting her pussy through her panties.

"Ksst! Get off her!" A male voice and the sound of clapping hands sends the rats scurrying for cover. A moment later, Sophie is helped to her feet. She is surprised how relieved she is to see her uncle.

"What are you doing down here?" he demands.

Should Sophie say that she was just exploring?
Or that she was looking for him?

Sophie goes to the front door, but it opens just as she is reaching for the handle. Uncle Hector’s towering frame appears in the doorway; he grins as his eyes take in Sophie’s new outfit. "Well hello Sophie," he says. "I was hoping to find you. I thought perhaps you might like to help me get some boxes out of the eaves." He closes the door behind him. "Go on upstairs – I’ll follow you."

Sophie does not like the idea of being alone with her over-familiar uncle in a cramped space, but she is too timid to refuse, so she turns and starts climbing the stairs. Halfway up, she feels her uncle’s hand between her legs.

"Stop just a second," says Hector. "Your panties are a little out of alignment."

Sophie stops awkwardly, with one foot on one stair and the other on the stair below. She feels her uncle pulling her panties to one side, and rubbing her labia with his fingers. Then he replaces the gusset.

"There – that’s better," he says. "Carry on."

Feeling very uncomfortable, knowing that Hector is staring at her panties all the way, Sophie continues up the stairs. She heads down the south wing, and opens the door that leads up to the attic. She switches the light on, then starts ascending the staircase. Cockroaches, alarmed by the sudden light, scatter quickly in search of dark hiding places. Sophie shudders.

Should she tell her uncle that she is afraid of cockroaches?
Or just carry on up into the attic?

"Hmm," says Hector, apparently not satisfied with this explanation. But then he seems to notice her clothing, and smiles. "Well, you do look delightful, I must say. That’s a nice outfit Maud found for you. Now I’m not going to punish you this time, but you’ll have to remember that the basement is out of bounds for all of you children. This is where I do my experiments. So don’t come down here again, okay?"

Sophie nods and apologises.

Hector seems mollified. "All right," he says. "I was actually looking for you. I’d like you to help me get some boxes out of the eaves. Go on upstairs – I’ll follow."

Sophie does not like the idea of being alone with her over-familiar uncle in a cramped space, but she is too timid to refuse, so she turns and starts climbing the stairs back up to the ground floor. Halfway up, she feels her uncle’s hand between her legs.

"Stop just a second," says Hector. "Your panties are a little out of alignment."

Sophie stops awkwardly, with one foot on one stair and the other on the stair below. She feels her uncle pulling her panties to one side, and rubbing her labia with his fingers. Then he replaces the gusset.

"There – that’s better," he says. "Carry on."

Feeling very uncomfortable, knowing that Hector is staring at her panties all the way, Sophie continues up the stairs. They reach the ground floor, and Hector closes the door to the basement. Sophie climbs the main staircase, then she heads down the south wing, and opens the door that leads up to the attic. She switches the light on and starts ascending the staircase. Cockroaches, alarmed by the sudden light, scatter quickly in search of dark hiding places. Sophie shudders.

Should she tell her uncle that she is afraid of cockroaches?
Or just carry on up into the attic?

"Oh really?" asks Hector. "Well this basement is out of bounds for you children. You’re not to come down here, ever – do you understand?"

Sophie nods and apologises.

"Well as it happens, I was looking for you too," says Hector. Then he pauses, and smiles. "I must say, that’s a very nice outfit that Maud found for you. You look delightful." He stares at Sophie’s panties for a moment, then shakes himself. "Yes, I was hoping you could help me get some boxes out of the eaves. Go on upstairs – I’ll follow."

Sophie does not like the idea of being alone with her over-familiar uncle in a cramped space, but she is too timid to refuse, so she turns and starts climbing the stairs back up to the ground floor. Halfway up, she feels her uncle’s hand between her legs.

"Stop just a second," says Hector. "Your panties are a little out of alignment."

Sophie stops awkwardly, with one foot on one stair and the other on the stair below. She feels her uncle pulling her panties to one side, and rubbing her labia with his fingers. Then he replaces the gusset.

"There – that’s better," he says. "Carry on."

Feeling very uncomfortable, knowing that Hector is staring at her panties all the way, Sophie continues up the stairs. They reach the ground floor, and Hector closes the door to the basement. Sophie climbs the main staircase, then she heads down the south wing, and opens the door that leads up to the attic. She switches the light on and starts ascending the staircase. Cockroaches, alarmed by the sudden light, scatter quickly in search of dark hiding places. Sophie shudders.

Should she tell her uncle that she is afraid of cockroaches?
Or just carry on up into the attic?

"Oh don’t worry," says Hector. "They’ll leave you alone – they only like dark places. It’s more the silverfish that give me the willies – there are thousands of them in the attic and for some reason they love to hide in people’s clothing. Cat hates going into the attic for that reason … but I make her go up here regularly – it’s healthy for her to face her fears. Same goes for you."

Sophie continues up to the top of the staircase, and finds herself in a dusty attic, full of boxes, old curtains and bits of carpet, insulation, old toasters and telephones, a very old-fashioned television … it seems that Hector and Maud are quite the hoarders.

"Go straight forward," says Hector, "and open the little door at the far end."

Sophie stoops to pass beneath a horizontal wooden beam, but for most of the distance she can walk upright. When she reaches the point where the descending roof beams meet a wall of hardboard, she stops and crouches in front of a door about two feet square with a black plastic handle. She opens it, and more cockroaches scurry for cover. She shudders again.

"Go on in," says Hector. "Head right – that’s where the boxes are that we need to get at."

Sophie starts crawling into the tiny space – it is very cramped and awkward. When her hips draw level with the doorway, she hears her uncle’s voice.

"Hang on," he says. "Your panties need adjusting again."

Sophie feels her panties being pulled aside once more, and her uncle’s fingers feeling around her anus and vaginal opening. She gasps as one of his fingers slides into her vagina.

"Oops," says Hector. "Hold on a sec."

A second finger is inserted alongside the first, and the two fingers begin sliding rhythmically in and out of Sophie’s cunt. Then Sophie hears the sound of a zipper being opened.

Should she start crawling quickly forwards?
Or stay here and ask Hector what he is doing?

Sophie continues up to the top of the staircase, and finds herself in a dusty attic, full of boxes, old curtains and bits of carpet, insulation, old toasters and telephones, a very old-fashioned television … it seems that Hector and Maud are quite the hoarders.

"Go straight forward," says Hector, "and open the little door at the far end."

Sophie stoops to pass beneath a horizontal wooden beam, but for most of the distance she can walk upright. When she reaches the point where the descending roof beams meet a wall of hardboard, she stops and crouches in front of a door about two feet square with a black plastic handle. She opens it, and more cockroaches scurry for cover. She shudders again.

"Go on in," says Hector. "Head right – that’s where the boxes are that we need to get at."

Sophie starts crawling into the tiny space – it is very cramped and awkward. When her hips draw level with the doorway, she hears her uncle’s voice.

"Hang on," he says. "Your panties need adjusting again."

Sophie feels her panties being pulled aside once more, and her uncle’s fingers feeling around her anus and vaginal opening. She gasps as one of his fingers slides into her vagina.

"Oops," says Hector. "Hold on a sec."

A second finger is inserted alongside the first, and the two fingers begin sliding rhythmically in and out of Sophie’s cunt. Then Sophie hears the sound of a zipper being opened.

Should she start crawling quickly forwards?
Or stay here and ask Hector what he is doing?

Sophie starts to crawl forwards, and hears Hector say "Hey, where are you going?" But she continues, and her Uncle’s fingers slip out of her vagina. It is getting hard to see anything in the cramped space, and she fails to notice a precariously balanced box in her path until she has blundered into it and knocked it over. In the dim light she can just make out some kind of fluid or powder spilling out over the chipboard floor in front of her. As she peers closely at it, the powder continues to spread out, breaking up into clumps, which themselves begin to resolve themselves into discrete objects about two inches in length.

To her horror, Sophie realises that the objects are insects. More precisely, they are silverfish – slender, silvery, wingless insects which can move at unnerving speeds. Most silverfish are tiny, but these are huge, and in a couple of seconds they are swarming around Sophie’s hands and knees and beginning to climb her arms and legs. There are thousands of the creatures; Sophie squeals in horror at their feathery touch.

Should she crawl back towards the doorway as quickly as possible?
Or stay here in the hope that they will do her no harm?

"I’m just sorting out your panties," says Hector, but his words do not match his actions.

Sophie gasps as a thick, stiff column of flesh pushes into her vagina. She guesses that it is her uncle’s penis, and she attempts to recoil in horror. But Hector grasps her by the hips, and pulls her firmly towards him as he begins to fuck her rhythmically. Unable to move much in the tight space, Sophie cannot do anything to prevent her uncle from ejaculating inside her … which he does, with a loud groan of pleasure, after a couple of minutes.

Chuckling, Hector pulls out of her, and slips a couple of fingers back inside her vagina. "Mmm," he says. "That was nice. Now be a good girl and stay still for ten or fifteen minutes. That’s how long it’ll take me to recover, and I want to ‘sort out’ your anus next…"

His words fill Sophie with dread.

Should she start crawling quickly forwards?
Or stay here and resign herself to being anally penetrated?

"Aha," says Hector as Sophie hurriedly starts backing through the doorway. "So you’ve changed your mind, eh?" Then he notices the insects. "Oh my God, you’re simply covered with silverfish! Quick – they’ll be crawling inside your clothing. I’ll help you get them out."

He pulls Sophie out of the doorway and into his powerful arms. Reaching around her, he slides his hand down her chest and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast in his hand, he gives it a couple of squeezes. "Hmm, I can’t feel any in there," he says. "I’ll check the other side." He slips his other hand into her right bra cup. "Nothing here either," he adds, while groping her right breast and teasing her nipple with his fingers. "Let’s check inside your panties." He reaches between her legs, pulls up her skirt, and shoves his hand inside her panties. "Hmm, yes, I can feel some of them in here." His middle finger sinks between her labia, while his index and ring fingers flank her pussy. Then he squeezes all three fingers together so that her pussy lips bulge upwards between his knuckles. Sophie whimpers in discomfort, but she is acutely aware that at least one silverfish is at this moment wriggling into her vagina.

Should she tell her uncle that she thinks the silverfish have gone now?
Or tell him that they are crawling inside her vagina?

The silverfish are soon swarming all over Sophie, crawling inside her clothing. Soon she can feel them roaming around inside both cups of her bra, and somehow they have even found their way into her panties. She shivers as she feels them crawling between her labia and even starting to burrow into her vagina. However, they do not seem to be biting her, and so perhaps this is still not as bad as submitting to the lustful touches of her horrible uncle.

More silverfish seem to be scuttling up her arms and legs all the time – and not just the ones that spilled out of the box. They are coming from gaps in the chipboard floor, from among the sloping roof beams above her, and from the darkness ahead of her. For some reason, most of them seem to be gravitating towards her panties. After three minutes or so, her panties are bulging enormously with a wriggling mass of silverfish, which are in constant motion and trafficking back and forth along her gusset. As the steady stream of insects strokes her clitoris, she shivers involuntarily.

Many of the silverfish are finding their way into her vagina, which is now seething with the insects. Her bra cups are also both hosting a great many of the creatures, which is making her nipples tingle.

Should Sophie stay here and try to enjoy these sensations?
Or back out and rejoin her uncle?

For the next ten minutes, Hector slowly finger-fucks Sophie’s vagina and anus – sometimes with one finger, sometimes with two … then, as his desire returns, with three fingers, which Sophie finds rather painful.

"Okay, I’m ready again," says Hector.

Sophie winces as she feels her uncle’s penis forcing her anus open. He has lubricated it somehow, but still it hurts a lot as he slowly slides himself deep into her rectum. Having buried himself to the hilt, he begins to thrust his erection in and out of her anus.

"Oh my God, this is amazing!" he gasps. He spanks her right buttock with his hand, which makes her anus tense up. "Oh yes! Squeeze me, Sophie!" He spanks her again, this time on the other buttock, and he moans ecstatically as her anus involuntarily contracts again.

For the next five minutes, Hector vigorously fucks Sophie’s anus while spanking her buttocks until they are bright red. Sophie sniffles miserably and simply hopes he will come soon. When he does, she sighs with relief as the spanking stops and he withdraws his limp penis from her bowels.

He pulls her back out of the doorway. "You’re a good girl, Sophie," he says, taking her into his arms with her back against his chest. His hand reaches down into her left bra cup. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?" he asks, as he squeezes her left breast painfully hard.

Should Sophie tell him that it was awful?
Or lie and say that it was quite nice?

"Nonsense," says Hector. "I can see plenty of them inside your blouse, and I can feel them inside your panties." He slides one finger into her vagina. "I’m sure there are some inside your cunt, too – that’s where they like to lay their eggs. I’ve lost count of the number of times Catriona has given birth to thousands of little silverfish babies. Every time I make her come up here, she comes back down with a womb full of eggs. In fact, I make sure she does. I don’t let her come back down the stairs until she shows me that her vagina is full of silverfish. Then I tape her vagina shut so that they can’t come out before they’ve laid lots of eggs." He chuckles. "But that’s her fate, not yours. I don’t want you getting pregnant with lots of silverfish eggs. So lie down on your back, spread your legs, and I’ll get them out of you." He takes a tube of KY jelly out of his pocket and starts lubricating his entire hand.

Sophie stares at him in horror.

Should she lie down and spread her legs as he has instructed?
Or tell him she doesn’t mind giving birth to baby silverfish?

"Of course they are," says Hector. "That’s where they like to lay their eggs. I’ve lost count of the number of times Catriona has given birth to thousands of little silverfish babies. Every time I make her come up here, she comes back down with a womb full of eggs. In fact, I make sure she does. I don’t let her come back down the stairs until she shows me that her vagina is full of silverfish. Then I tape her vagina shut so that they can’t come out before they’ve laid lots of eggs." He chuckles. "But that’s her job, not yours. I don’t want you getting pregnant with lots of silverfish eggs. So lie down on your back, spread your legs, and I’ll get them out of you." He takes a tube of KY jelly out of his pocket and starts lubricating his entire hand.

Sophie stares at him in horror.

Should she lie down and spread her legs as he has instructed?
Or tell him she doesn’t mind giving birth to baby silverfish?

Sophie undulates her hips, enjoying the feeling of the silverfish slithering back and forth over her clitoris. Soon, because of this sensation and also the stimulation her nipples are also receiving from the insects in her bra, she finds herself building towards an orgasm.

"Come out of there!" says her uncle, sounding very annoyed. "Sophie! What are you doing in there? Come back out. Look, I’m sorry I stuck my fingers inside you, okay? Just come back out."

Sophie ignores him as her climax approaches. Finally the constant tickling of insect bodies on her clit sends her over the edge, and she shudders and moans in her orgasm. And since the motion of the insects does not let up even for a second, her orgasm goes on and on, lasting for at least two minutes while she pants, moans and bucks her hips from the intensity of the sensations. It seems that there are upsides to having silverfish in her panties!

However, she cannot stay here forever.

Should she back out of the eaves and rejoin Uncle Hector?
Or continue going forward in the hope of finding another way out?

As Sophie’s bottom appears in the doorway, Hector’s eyes widen. "Oh my God!" he exclaims. "Your knickers are absolutely stuffed with silverfish! I’ll bet some of them have got inside you, too. Don’t worry – I’ll help you get them out."

He pulls Sophie’s panties down, spilling silverfish everywhere. Then he roughly shoves a couple of fingers into her vagina, and feels around inside her. As he withdraws his fingers, he brings with them several large silverfish. "These little buggers will be trying to lay eggs inside you," he says. "Can’t have that happening – that’s Cat’s job. Lie down on your back, sweetheart, and spread your legs." He takes out of his pocket a tube of KY jelly and lubricates his whole hand. "I’m afraid this is going to hurt."

Sophie stares at him in horror.

Should she lie down and spread her legs as he has instructed?
Or tell him she doesn’t mind giving birth to baby silverfish?

Hector frowns. "Well, you weren’t used to it, I suppose. Never mind – it’ll hurt less next time. Come on – never mind the boxes. Let’s go and get something to drink."

Sophie dolefully follows him out of the attic and down the stairs. Then the phone rings, and Hector goes into his bedroom to answer it, leaving Sophie alone on the landing. Relieved, she trots downstairs, but just as she reaches the bottom, the doorbell rings.

The thought of meeting and talking to someone other than a member of this horrible family appeals to Sophie a great deal. She goes to the front door and opens it. She is rather surprised to see a pretty young blonde woman standing there, holding a large cardboard box. She looks a couple of years older than Sophie – perhaps as much as twenty years old – and she is dressed in a t-shirt and a tan-coloured skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. Next to the woman sits a large black Bullmastiff, its collar attached to the woman’s belt by means of a slender chain.

The woman smiles sunnily at Sophie. "Hey Cutie," she says in a distinctly American accent. "I’m Kelly. My, that’s quite an outfit you’re wearing?" She grins impishly. "I like it. Say, I haven’t seen you around here before – are you staying here long?"

The woman is gorgeous, and friendly, and her smile is infectious – Sophie cannot help smiling in response. She likes this woman instantly, and nods in answer to the question, feeling rather tongue-tied.

"Here, could you take this?" says Kelly, handing the box to Sophie. "It’s a bit heavy, and I’ve been carrying it halfway up the front drive."

Sophie takes the box, but doesn’t want to disappear inside with it in case the young woman goes away in the meantime. As she tries to think of something to say, Kelly’s large dog gets up and takes a couple of steps forward. Sophie is startled to feel its nose nuzzling against the front of her panties. Then she gasps as she feels its tongue start to lick her pussy through the thin cotton. Within seconds her panties are soaked with canine saliva.

Should Sophie ask Kelly to stop the dog from licking her?
Or ask what’s in the box?

Hector grins. "Good girl – perhaps we can do it again soon. Come on – never mind the boxes. Let’s go and get something to drink."

Sophie dolefully follows him out of the attic and down the stairs. Then the phone rings, and Hector goes into his bedroom to answer it, leaving Sophie alone on the landing. Relieved, she trots downstairs, but just as she reaches the bottom, the doorbell rings.

The thought of meeting and talking to someone other than a member of this horrible family appeals to Sophie a great deal. She goes to the front door and opens it. She is rather surprised to see a pretty young blonde woman standing there, holding a large cardboard box. She looks a couple of years older than Sophie – perhaps as much as twenty years old – and she is dressed in a t-shirt and a tan-coloured skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. Next to the woman sits a large black Bullmastiff, its collar attached to the woman’s belt by means of a slender chain.

The woman smiles sunnily at Sophie. "Hey Cutie," she says in a distinctly American accent. "I’m Kelly. My, that’s quite an outfit you’re wearing?" She grins impishly. "I like it. Say, I haven’t seen you around here before – are you staying here long?"

The woman is gorgeous, and friendly, and her smile is infectious – Sophie cannot help smiling in response. She likes this woman instantly, and nods in answer to the question, feeling rather tongue-tied.

"Here, could you take this?" says Kelly, handing the box to Sophie. "It’s a bit heavy, and I’ve been carrying it halfway up the front drive."

Sophie takes the box, but doesn’t want to disappear inside with it in case the young woman goes away in the meantime. As she tries to think of something to say, Kelly’s large dog gets up and takes a couple of steps forward. Sophie is startled to feel its nose nuzzling against the front of her panties. Then she gasps as she feels its tongue start to lick her pussy through the thin cotton. Within seconds her panties are soaked with canine saliva.

Should Sophie ask Kelly to stop the dog from licking her?
Or ask what’s in the box?

Reluctantly, Sophie lies back and spreads her legs wide. Then she grimaces with pain and clenches her eyes shut as Hector starts working his whole hand into her vagina. Eventually it becomes too much for her to bear, and she cries out in pain. But at that moment Hector’s hand finally slips fully inside her, and her vaginal opening shrinks down to merely the circumference of his wrist. He feels around for a while, thrusting his hand back and forth rhythmically, and then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his hand out again, making Sophie cry out again.

"There," says Hector. "I think I got them all. Well done Sophie." He pats her on the knee. "Come on – never mind the boxes. Let’s go and get something to drink."

Sophie fixes her clothing, then dolefully follows her uncle out of the attic and down the stairs. Then the phone rings, and Hector goes into his bedroom to answer it, leaving Sophie alone on the landing. Relieved, she trots downstairs, but just as she reaches the bottom, the doorbell rings.

The thought of meeting and talking to someone other than a member of this horrible family appeals to Sophie a great deal. She goes to the front door and opens it. She is rather surprised to see a pretty young blonde woman standing there, holding a large cardboard box. She looks a couple of years older than Sophie – perhaps as much as twenty years old – and she is dressed in a t-shirt and a tan-coloured skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. Next to the woman sits a large black Bullmastiff, its collar attached to the woman’s belt by means of a slender chain.

The woman smiles sunnily at Sophie. "Hey Cutie," she says in a distinctly American accent. "I’m Kelly. My, that’s quite an outfit you’re wearing?" She grins impishly. "I like it. Say, I haven’t seen you around here before – are you staying here long?"

The woman is gorgeous, and friendly, and her smile is infectious – Sophie cannot help smiling in response. She likes this woman instantly, and nods in answer to the question, feeling rather tongue-tied.

"Here, could you take this?" says Kelly, handing the box to Sophie. "It’s a bit heavy, and I’ve been carrying it halfway up the front drive."

Sophie takes the box, but doesn’t want to disappear inside with it in case the young woman goes away in the meantime. As she tries to think of something to say, Kelly’s large dog gets up and takes a couple of steps forward. Sophie is startled to feel its nose nuzzling against the front of her panties. Then she gasps as she feels its tongue start to lick her pussy through the thin cotton. Within seconds her panties are soaked with canine saliva.

Should Sophie ask Kelly to stop the dog from licking her?
Or ask what’s in the box?

"Don’t be silly," says Hector sternly. "And don’t be disobedient, or you’ll make me very cross." He takes her by the shoulders and firmly pushes her down on to the chipboard floor. Then he pushes her legs wide apart and reaches between her legs. Sophie grimaces with pain and clenches her eyes shut as Hector starts working his whole hand into her vagina. Eventually it becomes too much for her to bear, and she cries out in pain. But at that moment Hector’s hand finally slips fully inside her, and her vaginal opening shrinks down to merely the circumference of his wrist. He feels around for a while, thrusting his hand back and forth rhythmically, and then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his hand out again, making Sophie cry out again.

"There," says Hector. "I think I got them all. Well done Sophie." He pats her on the knee. "Come on – never mind the boxes. Let’s go and get something to drink."

Sophie fixes her clothing, then dolefully follows her uncle out of the attic and down the stairs. Then the phone rings, and Hector goes into his bedroom to answer it, leaving Sophie alone on the landing. Relieved, she trots downstairs, but just as she reaches the bottom, the doorbell rings.

The thought of meeting and talking to someone other than a member of this horrible family appeals to Sophie a great deal. She goes to the front door and opens it. She is rather surprised to see a pretty young blonde woman standing there, holding a large cardboard box. She looks a couple of years older than Sophie – perhaps as much as twenty years old – and she is dressed in a t-shirt and a tan-coloured skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. Next to the woman sits a large black Bullmastiff, its collar attached to the woman’s belt by means of a slender chain.

The woman smiles sunnily at Sophie. "Hey Cutie," she says in a distinctly American accent. "I’m Kelly. My, that’s quite an outfit you’re wearing?" She grins impishly. "I like it. Say, I haven’t seen you around here before – are you staying here long?"

The woman is gorgeous, and friendly, and her smile is infectious – Sophie cannot help smiling in response. She likes this woman instantly, and nods in answer to the question, feeling rather tongue-tied.

"Here, could you take this?" says Kelly, handing the box to Sophie. "It’s a bit heavy, and I’ve been carrying it halfway up the front drive."

Sophie takes the box, but doesn’t want to disappear inside with it in case the young woman goes away in the meantime. As she tries to think of something to say, Kelly’s large dog gets up and takes a couple of steps forward. Sophie is startled to feel its nose nuzzling against the front of her panties. Then she gasps as she feels its tongue start to lick her pussy through the thin cotton. Within seconds her panties are soaked with canine saliva.

Should Sophie ask Kelly to stop the dog from licking her?
Or ask what’s in the box?

"There you are," says her uncle, sounding angry. "What the devil were you doing in there?" Then, as Sophie’s bottom appears in the doorway, Hector’s eyes widen. "Oh my God!" he exclaims. "Your knickers are absolutely stuffed with silverfish! I’ll bet some of them have got inside you, too. Don’t worry – I’ll help you get them out."

He pulls Sophie’s panties down, spilling silverfish everywhere. Then he roughly shoves a couple of fingers into her vagina, and feels around inside her. As he withdraws his fingers, he brings with them several large silverfish. "These little buggers will be trying to lay eggs inside you," he says. "Can’t have that happening – that’s Cat’s job. Lie down on your back, sweetheart, and spread your legs." He takes out of his pocket a tube of KY jelly and lubricates his whole hand. "I’m afraid this is going to hurt."

Sophie stares at him in horror.

Should she lie down and spread her legs as he has instructed?
Or tell him she doesn’t mind giving birth to baby silverfish?

Proceeding forward, Sophie soon finds herself in pitch darkness. Scuttling sounds surround her, but she cannot tell if it is more silverfish, or cockroaches, or something even worse. Fear builds quickly inside her, and when she finds her path blocked by a hardboard wall, her nerve gives out and she hurriedly retreats towards her uncle. Moments later she reaches the entrance to the eaves.

"There you are," says her uncle, sounding angry. "What the devil were you doing in there?" Then, as Sophie’s bottom appears in the doorway, Hector’s eyes widen. "Oh my God!" he exclaims. "Your knickers are absolutely stuffed with silverfish! I’ll bet some of them have got inside you, too. Don’t worry – I’ll help you get them out."

He pulls Sophie’s panties down, spilling silverfish everywhere. Then he roughly shoves a couple of fingers into her vagina, and feels around inside her. As he withdraws his fingers, he brings with them several large silverfish. "These little buggers will be trying to lay eggs inside you," he says. "Can’t have that happening – that’s Cat’s job. Lie down on your back, sweetheart, and spread your legs." He takes out of his pocket a tube of KY jelly and lubricates his whole hand. "I’m afraid this is going to hurt."

Sophie stares at him in horror.

Should she lie down and spread her legs as he has instructed?
Or tell him she doesn’t mind giving birth to baby silverfish?

"Oh, Bully’s not doing any harm," says Kelly, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her ultra-blue eyes. "He has good taste, that’s all. Don’t worry – he won’t bite you." She chuckles. "So tell me about yourself, Cutie."

Sophie, holding the box with both hands, is unable to do anything about the dog herself, and apparently Kelly is not planning to help, so she tries to ignore the dog’s attentions, and instead starts telling Kelly about herself, and her parents’ accident, and how she has been sent her to live with her aunt and uncle and cousins, even though she doesn’t really know them.

Kelly listens sympathetically, and wipes a tear from her eye. "You poor thing!" she says. "I am so sorry, Sophie. Is there anything I can do? I’d like to help you feel less miserable, if I can."

Sophie doesn’t want to seem pushy or demanding, but she desperately wants this woman to be her friend.

Should she tell Kelly that she is already helping, by being so nice?
Or thank Kelly, and say that she hopes to see her again soon?

Kelly smiles. "Some old clothes," she says. "I live on the next farm, and Suzanne gave some of her cast-offs to my little sister May. God knows why Maud wants them back, but May’s too big for them now. Sorry I’ve got nothing in your size … but by the looks of things, you like wearing clothes that are too small for you. I must say, you do look stunning in such tiny clothes."

Sophie blushes, feeling rather flustered.

Kelly chuckles. "So tell me about yourself, Cutie."

Sophie, holding the box with both hands, is unable to do anything about the over-friendly dog, and apparently Kelly is not planning to help, so she tries to ignore the dog’s attentions, and instead starts telling Kelly about herself, and her parents’ accident, and how she has been sent her to live with her aunt and uncle and cousins, even though she doesn’t really know them.

Kelly listens sympathetically, and wipes a tear from her eye. "You poor thing!" she says. "I am so sorry, Sophie. Is there anything I can do? I’d like to help you feel less miserable, if I can."

Sophie doesn’t want to seem pushy or demanding, but she desperately wants this woman to be her friend.

Should she tell Kelly that she is already helping, by being so nice?
Or thank Kelly, and say that she hopes to see her again soon?

Kelly smiles happily. "Glad to hear it, Cutie," she says. "So do you like living here? I must say I’ve never been the biggest fan of this family, but perhaps they’re nicer than I give them credit for."

Sophie shudders, and finds herself pouring out the sordid tale of her stay here so far. Kelly’s eyes widen, and her mouth opens wider and wider in shock as Sophie relates all of the events that have befallen her.

"Wow – that’s just … wow!" exclaims Kelly. "Sophie, you should totally call the cops on these guys! They’re just … evil!"

Sophie nods gloomily.

"If you do, though," continues Kelly, "then you’ll be sent somewhere else and we won’t be neighbours any more … which would suck." She looks slightly abashed. "You know, Cutie, some of the things that have happened to you … well, I hate to say it, but … they’re kind of … hot." She blushes and hangs her head. "I’m sorry – I’m a very bad person for thinking that."

Should Sophie be annoyed at Kelly, and bid her goodbye?
Or assure Kelly that she is not a bad person at all?

Kelly smiles. "Sure thing, Sophie. Well, I’ll see you around. Come on, Bully." She pulls the dog away from Sophie, then turns and heads off down the driveway.

Sophie sighs, then takes the box inside. She puts it down at the foot of the stairs, then goes up to her room. Her panties are soaked with dog saliva, so she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read.

Half an hour later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Kelly looks crestfallen. "I’m sorry, Sophie," she says. "Well, you should think about calling the cops, anyway. Perhaps I’ll see you around – perhaps not. Come on, Bully." She pulls the dog away from Sophie, then turns and heads off down the driveway.

Sophie sighs, then takes the box inside. She puts it down at the foot of the stairs, then goes up to her room. Her panties are soaked with dog saliva, so she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read.

Half an hour later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Kelly smiles. "Well, you know, not all sexual experiences are bad ones. Take what’s happening now." She gestures towards Sophie’s panties, which are still being licked by Bully. "Is that entirely unpleasant?"

Sophie blushes, and shrugs.

Kelly grins, and reaches beneath the box. Sophie gasps as she feels her panties being pulled to one side and released. Her exposed pussy is now being licked directly by Bully, whose tongue on her clitoris feels distractingly pleasant. Her breathing quickens, and a little moan escapes her lips.

Kelly chuckles. "Not bad, is it?"

Sophie blushes. She can’t help feeling that it is very wrong to enjoy the attentions of a dog, but she also can’t help feeling very aroused. She finds herself torn between guilt and lust.

Should she back away and tell Kelly it’s been really nice meeting her?
Or invite Kelly and Bully up to her room?

Sophie is feeling quite thirsty, so she downs no fewer than three glasses of Ribena during lunch. She also, at Colin’s recommendation, garnishes her salad with crushed Brantasia discs. Contrary to his claim, however, this does little to enhance the flavour of the salad. She also has three pieces of bread, with cheese, chutney, diced carrots, and slices of egg.

After lunch, Sophie helps with the washing up and then goes outside to play Etive Tag with her cousins. She has to have the rules explained to her, but they are quite easy to follow. Since she is not very quick on her feet, she spends a lot of time being "It", and after half an hour is panting heavily. Then her stomach rumbles, and she feels a mounting pressure in her rectum. She starts to run back towards the house, but a horrible cramp makes her double over in intense discomfort. The pain builds until she cannot bear it any longer. With a gasp, she lets her anus open up, and pushes hard.

Her cousins point and laugh as her panties rapidly fill with poo. Sophie, however, sighs with pleasure as her poo warmly caresses her anus and surges forward along her gusset. As it oozes over her clitoris, she moans in a delicious orgasm. The poo fills out the back of her panties, pushing the white cotton further and further out, but the elastic holds snugly against her skin so that there is no leakage. Meanwhile, a tongue of poo continues to thrust forward beneath her pussy, parting her labia and stroking her clitoris, giving her another orgasm as the front of her panties begins to fill out and bulge forwards.

And still Sophie’s anus continues to expel poo, which presses into heart of the huge bulge and forces it to expand outwards. Eventually the bulge is so big, and there is so much pressure from within, that the elastic leg-bands start to part company with Sophie’s skin. But then the flow stops, just as she is having another orgasm. Her cheeks flushed, she pants hard as her cousins gather around her.

"You enjoyed that, didn’t you!" Colin accuses her.

Should Sophie admit that she enjoyed it very much?
Or deny the accusation?

Sophie is feeling quite thirsty, so she downs no fewer than three glasses of orange squash during lunch, which consists of salad and sandwiches. Into the latter she puts cheese, chutney, diced carrots, and slices of egg. It is quite a nice meal.

After lunch, Sophie helps with the washing up and then goes outside to play Etive Tag with her cousins. She has to have the rules explained to her, but they are quite easy to follow. Since she is not very quick on her feet, she spends a lot of time being "It", and after half an hour is panting heavily.

"Can we play hide and seek?" asks Suzy.

This rather less vigorous activity appeals to Sophie, though not, apparently, to Colin.

"Hide and seek’s boring," he says shortly. "I think we should go out on the bikes."

"I wouldn’t mind playing hide and seek," says Catriona.

"Me too," says Neil.

Colin looks annoyed. "Let’s vote on it," he says. "If it’s a tie, I get to decide what we do next."

"I vote for bikes," says Alistair.

"Hide and seek!" says Suzy adamantly.

"I vote for hide and seek too," says Catriona.

"Me too – hide and seek," says Neil.

"Bikes!" says Colin firmly.

All eyes turn to Sophie.

Should Sophie vote for hide and seek?
Or to go out on the bikes?

Kelly smiles. "It’s been a real pleasure meeting you too, Sophie. Well, I’ll see you around. Come on, Bully." She pulls the dog away from Sophie, then turns and heads off down the driveway.

Sophie sighs, then takes the box inside. She puts it down at the foot of the stairs, then goes up to her room. Her panties are soaked with dog saliva, so she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read.

Half an hour later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Kelly’s eyes widen. "All right – just for a little bit," she says.

Sophie backs inside and puts the cardboard box down at the foot of the stairs. Then she bounds upstairs, closely followed by Kelly and Bully, and leads them into her room. Closing the door, she smiles shyly at Kelly.

Kelly looks around in disgust. "You have to sleep here?" she asks in disbelief. "It’s horrible!"

Sophie nods in agreement. She looks around for something to offer Kelly, but she has nothing edible in her room and she is reluctant to go back downstairs in case she meets her aunt, uncle or cousins. Fortunately it is Kelly who breaks the ice.

"Cutie, I hate to be forward, but if you were enjoying being licked by Bully, then we can carry on with that if you like. Just slip off your undies and open your legs – he’ll send you to heaven in no time."

Sophie blushes crimson at this suggestion.

"Or," says Kelly, very casually, "you and I could kiss, if you like."

Sophie’s jaw drops, and she blushes even harder.

Should she very shyly say that she would love to kiss Kelly?
Or say nothing, but take off her panties and spread her legs?

Kelly beams. "I’m not normally this forward," she says, "and I do apologise. But you look like you could use some loving company, and I think you’re just adorable." She sits down on the bed and pats the bedclothes next to her. "Come and sit next to me, Sophie."

Sophie sits nervously next to Kelly, then she turns towards her new friend. Kelly leans in and her lips meet Sophie’s. Her heart quickening, Sophie opens her mouth, and the two girls begin to entwine their tongues with each other. Bully lies down with his head on his paws, but neither girl notices. Kelly gently pushes Sophie down into a lying position, then she climbs on top of the younger girl. She starts to unbutton Sophie’s blouse.

Should Sophie tell Kelly that this is going a little too fast?
Or slide her hand up Kelly’s skirt?

Kelly grins. "Good girl," she says. "Come on, Bully."

The dog moves in and resumes licking Sophie’s pussy. His tongue on her clitoris feels wonderful, and Sophie writhes in place, undulating her hips against his oral caress. Then she twitches as she feels something slide into her vagina. Looking in surprise at Kelly, she realises that the intruder is Kelly’s finger.

"Do you mind?" asks Kelly, looking slightly anxious. Her finger finds Sophie’s g-spot, and as she starts stroking it, Sophie’s arousal rapidly increases in intensity. She shakes her head vigorously, and Kelly smiles happily. Within seconds, she has brought Sophie to a delightful orgasm.

"You know," says Kelly, withdrawing her finger, "Bully’s cock is nothing to sneeze at – would you care to try it out?"

Sophie’s eyes widen as she tries to decide whether Kelly is saying what she thinks Kelly is saying. Fortunately, the older girl spells it out.

"I could lube him up," says Kelly, "and guide him inside you. Would you like that?"

The word ‘bestiality’ jumps into the forefront of Sophie’s mind, and makes her feel nervous.

Should she say that she is not into having sex with dogs, thank you?
Or simply nod?

Kelly nods. "I’m sorry," she says, pulling away from Sophie. "I didn’t mean to push. I should probably get going, anyway. My mom … sorry, ‘mum’ and stepdad will be expecting me for lunch." She kisses Sophie on the lips. "Lovely to meet you, Cutie." She smiles. "I’ll see myself out."

Sophie smiles to herself as Kelly and Bully leave the room, and lies down on her bed, thinking about the kiss she just enjoyed. It is certainly nice to have a new friend – and such a sexy one! She hopes that she will see the pretty American girl again sometime soon.

Because her panties are soaked with dog saliva, she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read. Half an hour later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Kelly parts her legs as Sophie slides her hand up the older girl’s thigh beneath her tan-coloured skirt. Her fingers reach Kelly’s panties, and she begins stroking her pussy through the damp silk. Meanwhile, Kelly has finished undoing Sophie’s blouse, and she takes it off entirely. Then she unclasps and removes Sophie’s bra.

Sophie gasps as she feels Kelly’s lips on her right nipple. Then she feels Kelly’s hand working its way into her panties, and stroking her pussy. The American’s touch is gentle, but assured, and soon she has expertly rubbed Sophie’s clitoris to within a hairsbreadth of orgasm. Then she stops rubbing, and climbs down off the bed. Taking hold of Sophie’s panties, she pulls them down, and then pushes Sophie’s knees wide apart. Bending her head down, she begins to lick between Sophie’s pussy lips, caressing Sophie’s clitoris with her tongue.

Sophie explodes in orgasm, moaning loudly in ecstatic pleasure. As she comes down from her high, panting, she smiles happily at Kelly.

"Did you enjoy that, Cutie?" asks Kelly with a playful smile. "Listen, I need to get going. My mom … sorry, ‘mum’ and stepdad will be expecting me for lunch." She leans over Sophie, and kisses her on the lips. "Lovely to meet you, Sophie." She smiles. "I’ll see myself out."

Sophie smiles to herself as Kelly and Bully leave the room, and she closes her eyes, thinking about the erotic encounter she just had. It is certainly nice, though rather strange, to think that she has a lesbian girlfriend now – and such a sexy one! She hopes that she will see the pretty American girl again sometime soon.

Because her panties are soaked with dog saliva, she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read. Twenty minutes later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Kelly nods. "I’m sorry," she says, looking rather guilty. "I didn’t mean to push. I should probably get going, anyway. My mom … sorry, ‘mum’ and stepdad will be expecting me for lunch." She smiles. "I’ll see myself out." At the doorway, she turns. "Lovely to meet you, Cutie."

Sophie smiles to herself as Kelly and Bully leave the room, and lies down on her bed, thinking about the strange experience she just had. It is certainly nice to have a new friend. She hopes that she will see the pretty American girl again sometime soon.

Because her panties are soaked with dog saliva, she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read. Half an hour later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Kelly grins, and she snaps her fingers. Bully rears up and plants his front feet either side of Sophie’s torso, then he shuffles his back feet forward until his reddish-purple penis is nudging against Sophie’s pussy. Kelly takes hold of it, and directs it to the opening of Sophie’s vagina. Bully thrusts forward a couple of times, and then suddenly he slides deep into Sophie’s cunt, making her gasp.

As the dog thrusts rapidly inside Sophie, Kelly lies down alongside the younger girl and strokes her hair softly. "Feel nice, Cutie?" she asks.

Sophie nods, and then her eyes widen as Kelly plants a kiss on her lips. Opening her mouth slightly, Sophie feels Kelly’s tongue sliding in and caressing her own tongue. The two girls kiss deeply for two minutes straight, at the end of which Sophie suddenly gasps in pain as Bully’s knot slips inside her.

Kelly moves down to see what has happened. "His knot’s inside you," she says. "Sorry – I should have warned you."

Bully’s thrusting intensifies, and then Sophie feels a rush of fluid inside her. As Bully loses interest and tries to pull away, his knot keeps him tied to Sophie. Then, with a jolt of pain, Sophie feels the dog’s knot and penis both slip out of her.

Kelly kneels between Sophie’s legs and starts licking her pussy. This feels very nice and soothing, and Sophie smiles and closes her eyes. Soon she begins to gasp, as Kelly’s lips and tongue work wonders on her clitoris. Within another minute she is shuddering and moaning in another orgasm.

Kelly gets up from the floor, then she bends over Sophie and kisses her on the lips. "I need to get going, Sophie. My mom … sorry, ‘mum’ and stepdad will be expecting me for lunch." She smiles. "I’ll see myself out." At the doorway, she turns and winks. "Lovely to meet you, Cutie."

Sophie smiles to herself as Kelly and Bully leave the room, and closes her eyes, thinking about the strange experience she just had. It is certainly nice to have a girlfriend. She hopes that she will see the pretty American girl (and her dog) again sometime soon.

Because her panties are soaked with dog saliva, she changes into a fresh pair. Then she picks up a book and starts to read. Ten minutes later she is summoned to lunch, so she goes downstairs and takes her place at the dining table. Colin sits next to her and grins as he picks up the bottle of Ribena. "Want some Ribena?" he asks.

Should Sophie say she would love some?
Or ask for orange squash instead?

Sophie feels rather ashamed as she admits that she greatly enjoyed pooping in her panties. Her cousins howl with laughter, and start to tease her mercilessly.

"Well," says Colin, his eyes glinting, "since you enjoyed it so much, I think you shouldn’t be allowed to clean up. You should keep your knickers on all day, full of poo."

"I agree," says Alistair, nodding. "And we should make her show lots of people what she’s done. How about we all take the bus into town?"

"I’m not riding on a bus with Smelly Sophie," objects Catriona.

"Neither am I!" says Suzy.

"All right – just Alistair and I will go with Sophie," says Colin. "Come on Sophie – I’ll even buy your ticket."

"Hey, I want to go," says Neil.

Should Sophie go with Colin and Alistair?
Or refuse?

"Liar," says Colin, snorting derisively. "We all heard you come. And since you enjoyed it so much, I think you shouldn’t be allowed to clean up. You should keep your knickers on all day, full of poo."

"I agree," says Alistair, nodding. "And we should make her show lots of people what she’s done. How about we all take the bus into town?"

"I’m not riding on a bus with Smelly Sophie," objects Catriona.

"Neither am I!" says Suzy.

"All right – just Alistair and I will go with Sophie," says Colin. "Come on Sophie – I’ll even buy your ticket."

"Hey, I want to go," says Neil.

Should Sophie go with Colin and Alistair?
Or refuse?

Colin looks disgusted. "Oh all right," he growls, "hide and seek it is."

As they all walk towards the woods, Colin explains the rules to Sophie. "You can hide anywhere in a triangular area formed by the Monolith, the Clearing and Stinky Pond. I’ll show you where they all are. If you hide outside that triangle, we’ll punish you, so don’t!"

Colin leads her to each of these landmarks in turn, and Sophie quickly gets an idea of the area in which she has to hide herself. It is quite large, and there are lots of good places to hide: she wonders how her cousins ever find each other.

Sophie and her cousins then gather in a circle. "Ip dip dog shit, you are not it," says Colin, going around the circle and pointing to each person in turn. "It" this time happens to be Suzy, who steps back out of the circle. "Ip dip dog shit, you are not it," says Colin again, this time finishing with Sophie, who also backs out. Neil drops out next, followed by Catriona. Finally Colin points to himself as "it", meaning that Alistair will be doing the seeking.

"One! Two! Three!" says Alistair loudly, putting his elbow up against a tree and tucking his head into it. The other children scatter into the trees, and Sophie hurries off in a different direction from any of her cousins.

She soon finds a broad, dead tree with a large split in the base of its trunk.

Should she tuck herself into it?
Or find another place to hide?

"All right!" says Colin, pleased. "Tell you what – why don’t we ride into town and buy some CDs?"

Alistair snorts. "I already spent my pocket money," he says.

"Damn," says Colin. "I was hoping to borrow from you. Cat?"

"Don’t look at me!" says Catriona. "I still owe Mum for my radio."

"And Neil’s still paying for the window he broke," says Colin with a sigh. "Suzy?"

"I’ve only got three pounds," says Suzy. "And you’re not having it!"

Colin frowns. "It’s only four days until the first of the month. Think Mum would let us have our pocket money a bit early?"

"Not likely!" says Alistair. "You know she’d only lecture us about ‘fiscal responsibility’."

"Then," says Colin, smiling grimly, "let’s take the matter into our own hands."

"What do you mean?" asks Cat.

"Let’s raid Dad’s cash box," says Colin. "After Mum gives us our pocket money on Thursday, we’ll replace what we took, and Dad will be none the wiser."

Catriona gasps. "He’ll kill us if he finds out!" she exclaims.

"Then we’ll have to be careful," says Colin.

"Hey, why don’t we make Sophie go and get the money?" asks Alistair.

Colin grins. "Excellent idea," he says. "Sophie, it’ll be easy – just go to Dad’s study, make sure he’s not there, then go in and get the money out of the cash box he keeps on the top shelf."

"Isn’t it locked, though?" asks Catriona. "Do you know where he keeps the key?"

"Yes – he keeps it in one of his books: ‘Foundation’ by Isaac Asimov. I saw him put it there one time."

"How much should she take?" asks Alistair.

"Fifty pounds," says Colin. "Think you can do that, Sophie?" Before Sophie can reply, he adds, "If you don’t, then we’ll throw you into Nettle Forest. With all that exposed skin, you’ll be absolutely covered in nettle stings."

Sophie shudders at the thought of the nettles. But she is also scared of being caught taking money from her uncle’s study.

Should she agree to take the money?
Or refuse?

Sophie waddles after Colin and Alistair as they walk down the driveway towards the main road. She is worried about people in town seeing her like this, but also rather distracted by the way her poo is rubbing against her clitoris with each step. Trying to walk while having an orgasm is quite tricky, she discovers.

"Hey Colin," says Alistair, patting his pockets. "I don’t have any money."

Colin frowns. "Well I have just enough for three return tickets," he says, "but then I’ll have nothing with which to buy anything in town."

"Never mind," says Alistair. "Sophie will be our entertainment."

Colin laughs, and nods.

The bus arrives, and Colin climbs aboard, with Alistair following and Sophie bringing up the rear. Somehow the boys manage to keep Sophie’s poo-filled panties concealed from the driver’s view, though he obviously realises she is wearing a short skirt, and tries to crane his neck around the boys in order to see more of her.

The boys usher Sophie towards the back of the bus, which is fortunately almost empty – and the two elderly gentlemen sitting together halfway back are too engrossed in their crossword puzzle to pay attention to the teenagers.

"You can’t sit down," says Colin to Sophie, "obviously. Just hold the rail and stand there. No, facing me and Alistair."

As the bus gathers speed, Alistair reaches up and starts unbuttoning Sophie’s blouse. When Sophie moves to stop him, Colin grabs her wrists and pulls them down to her sides. Soon Alistair has her blouse completely unbuttoned, whereupon he slips it off her shoulders, and Colin helps him to tug the sleeves over her hands. Folding up the garment, Alistair places it on the seat beside him. Then he reaches around behind Sophie and, after a minute’s struggle, manages to undo her bra. Although Sophie resists, Colin helps his brother to remove her bra entirely. Now topless, Sophie tries to cover her breasts with her hands, but the boys take her hands and hold them down at her sides.

Colin leans forward and takes Sophie’s right nipple into his mouth, while Alistair does the same with her left nipple. Sophie shivers as she feels their lips and tongues sucking on and caressing her nipples, and almost involuntarily she begins to squeeze her thighs together, squishing the poo in her gusset up against her pussy.

Should she try to break free of the boys, and grab for her blouse and bra?
Or let the boys continue to suck on her breasts for the rest of the journey?

Colin looks annoyed. "Fine – then we’ll just walk you through Nettle Forest until you change your mind."

He and Colin grab Sophie and frogmarch her towards the edge of the lawn, which is bordered by a dense thicket of nettles. Sophie looks at them fearfully – if she has to walk through those nettles, her bare legs are going to collect hundreds, maybe thousands of stings.

"Last chance, Sophie," says Colin. "Either come with us into town, or take a walk through the nettles."

Should Sophie go into town with the boys?
Or decide to endure the nettle stings instead?

It is a tight fit, but Sophie manages to back into the hollow in the tree. As she squats down into the cramped hiding place, her skirt is dragged up around her waist. Then, as she backs into the hollow a little further, a thin piece of wood jutting out from behind her slips down inside the back of her panties. As it slips between her buttocks, Sophie grimaces and tries to get up – but this merely serves to pull the waistband of her panties down and away from her bottom.

Then Sophie freezes as she feels a feathery touch on her chest. Looking down, she almost screams with fright as she sees a truly enormous spider walking down her breastbone and into her cleavage. She has never seen a spider of this size in this country before – it is as big as a tarantula, but it is hairless, with a smaller body and thinner legs.

Sophie is torn between her rational impulse to keep very still, and her irrational instinct to panic and leap from the hollow, tearing off her blouse in the process. She worries that the latter course of action will get her bitten, but as the spider disappears into her cleavage, she is finding it very difficult to keep still.

Then the sound of rustling foliage alerts her to Alistair’s presence. From her hiding place, she spies him making his way through the trees about thirty yards away. If she tries to leave her hollow now, he will see her for sure.

A tickling on her thigh makes her hair stand on end – another spider is crawling up the underside of her leg towards her knee, which is bent almost double. She hopes it does not get trapped between her thigh and calf, and bite her. Perhaps it would really be best to keep still right now.

Then she gasps as she feels something between her buttocks. Another spider has crawled into the back of her panties, which are being held open by the jutting piece of wood. Nearing a state of panic, Sophie begins to be aware of more feathery touches – on her legs, on the back of her neck, inside her blouse (front and back), and even on her left ear. Then she closes her right eye as yet another spider crawls down from her hair over the right side of her face.

Should she erupt from the hollow in a screaming panic?
Or stay very still, hoping that the spiders will lose interest and go away?

After searching around for a bit, Sophie cannot find a place as good as the split in the tree. She can hear Alistair’s voice counting "Eighty-Two! Eighty-Three!" and begins to panic. Then she almost stumbles over a section of fallen tree whose insides have rotted away so that it is now mostly a hollow shell. It does not look too damp inside, but it is almost certainly going to be dirtier and less comfortable than the hole in the base of the split tree.

Should she crawl into this hollow log?
Or return to the tree and hide in the split?

Sophie goes inside and nervously climbs the stairs. Heading into the south wing, she finds the door to Hector’s study open, and nobody inside. Hurrying over to the bookshelf, she quickly finds the book ‘Foundation’ by Isaac Asimov. Inside is a tiny key, which she tucks between her lips while she moves a chair and stands on it to reach the highest shelf. Grabbing the grey metal cash box, she takes the key from her mouth and, with trembling hands, opens it.

Inside is, to Sophie’s mind, a lot of money in bundles held together with elastic bands. She pulls out five ten-pound notes, crouches to place them on the desk, then hurriedly closes and locks the box. Putting it back on the shelf, she steps down from the chair and retrieves the money, tucking it inside her blouse. She is just putting the key back in the book when she hears Hector’s voice on the landing outside.

"Yes dear," he is saying, "I’ll be there in a minute – I just need to fetch some notes from my study."

Sophie stares around wildly in a panic. The window, she notices, is open, and she happens to know that beneath it is a stack of hay for Hector’s two horses.

Should she dive through the window?
Or stay here and face the music?

Colin and Alistair take hold of Sophie’s arms, and frogmarch her towards the edge of the lawn, which is bordered by a dense thicket of nettles. Sophie stares at them fearfully.

"Hmm," says Colin. "You have way too much coverage on your top half, I think." He unbuttons Sophie’s blouse and tugs it down over her arms. Pulling it off completely, he tosses it to one side.

Alistair laughs, and gets to work unfastening Sophie’s bra while Colin holds her arms. Sophie struggles desperately, but is unable to prevent her breasts from becoming exposed to the boys’ lustful gazes. Then they push her to the ground, and hold her down while they take off her skirt, panties and shoes. Catriona, Neil and Suzy look on, intrigued, as their older brothers help Sophie to her feet. Sophie, now naked, miserably tries to cover herself, but the boys do not let her.

Colin takes some string from his pocket, and ties it around Sophie’s left wrist. He tosses another piece to Alistair, who ties it around her right wrist. Then Colin, who is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, raises his arms and leaps through the forest of nettles at a point where the stinging plants are only about four feet high. On the far side, he pulls on his end of the string so that Sophie is tugged towards the nettles. She struggles wildly, but Alistair laughs and pushes her forwards into the thickest clump.

Instantly Sophie’s legs and torso blaze with nettle stings. Her buttocks and pussy brush repeatedly against the tiny stinging hairs on the nettles’ leaves and stems, and are stung many times.

"Okay!" says Colin. "Walk her forward."

As the boys walk either side of the nettle patch, they pull Sophie along between them. She tries to push between two dense clusters of nettles, but finds herself pulled unexpectedly towards the left-hand cluster, and ends up straddling it as she steps forward. Several tall nettles hit her squarely between the breasts, and as she steps forward again, become caught between her legs. Bending further and further as she continues on, their stems become bunched against her pussy, and one even slips between her labia. As Sophie is pulled forwards, the nettle’s stinging hairs jab her clitoral hood dozens of times over.

In floods of tears by now, Sophie howls in pain as nettles sting every part of her body below her shoulders, which is as high as the plants reach.

"What the hell are you doing to that girl?" demands Maud, striding across the lawn towards Sophie’s suddenly stricken cousins.

"Um, um, she hit Suzy!" says Colin.

"Oh really?" says Maud to Suzy.

Suzy bursts into tears and holds her cheek. "She … she slapped my face!" she sobs.

Maud folds her arms. "Well Sophie, that was an awful thing to do. I hope you’ve learned your lesson. But Colin, Alistair – it’s not up to you to punish Sophie. Leave that to me and your father. Get her out of there."

Colin and Alistair reluctantly start dragging Sophie backwards through the nettle patch. The nettle between her labia reverses direction and immediately drags Sophie’s clitoral hood forward, exposing her clitoris. Sophie howls anew as her most sensitive spot is repeatedly stung. By the time she is pulled out of the nettle patch, Sophie’s skin feels like it is on fire.

"You poor thing," says Maud sympathetically. "I must say, Colin, the punishment hardly fit the crime. Go and fetch as many dock leaves as you can find – you others help him. I want at least twenty!"

As dock leaves are brought to her, Maud crushes them up and starts rubbing them all over Sophie’s naked body. Soon the hapless girl is feeling some relief in the places where the healing plants’ green juices have been most liberally applied. She is most especially relieved, though horribly embarrassed, when Maud starts working the juice between her pussy lips and around her clitoris.

After twenty minutes of this treatment, Sophie’s nettle stings have been reduced to a merely uncomfortable tingling sensation over much of her body. "Come on," Maud says to her. "Get your clothes back on, and go up to your room. You can stay there for the rest of the afternoon as punishment for slapping Suzy."

This hardly seems like punishment at all, so Sophie hurriedly puts on her clothes and runs inside. Safely shut in her room, she lies on her bed and tries to ignore the itching as she reads her book. The afternoon ticks by, and Sophie’s book slowly closes along with her eyes.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in five minutes. Go and wash your legs, dear – they’re still green from the dock leaves."

Sophie gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes the residue from the green juice from her legs. Then she brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

The boys are so engrossed in Sophie’s nipples that they have neglected to keep a firm hold on Sophie’s wrists, and she is easily able to yank them free. She grabs her blouse and bra, and puts them on while heading for another seat.

"Hey, come back here," says Colin, annoyed. "We’ll behave – I promise."

Sophie walks back towards the boys, eyeing them suspiciously as she approaches. But they are as good as Colin’s word, and do not attempt to molest her again until they arrive at their stop in the heart of Dingwall. All three of them disembark, and instantly Sophie’s exposed, poo-filled panties attract plenty of unwelcome attention.

Sophie quails inside as pedestrians stare at her and make comments to each other. Several young boys passing by stop to laugh and point at her. Colin grabs the hem of her skirt and hoists it upwards, bunching it around her waist.

"Start walking down the street," he says. "Stop and look in every shop window. Play with yourself if you like. Take your time – don’t walk too quickly."

Sophie looks down the street, and her stomach cramps as she sees how many people she will have to face.

Should she do as Colin says?
Or run down the nearest alley and find a secluded spot to remove her messy panties?

The boys suck on, nibble and lick Sophie’s nipples for the next twenty minutes. They also stroke her thighs, but they keep well away from her bulging panties. Eventually Colin breaks off to announce that they are approaching their destination, and he suggests that Sophie put her bra and blouse back on. She hurriedly does so. When the bus comes to a halt, all three of them disembark, and instantly Sophie’s exposed, poo-filled panties attract plenty of unwelcome attention.

Sophie quails inside as pedestrians stare at her and make comments to each other. Several young boys passing by stop to laugh and point at her. Colin grabs the hem of her skirt and hoists it upwards, bunching it around her waist.

"Start walking down the street," he says. "Stop and look in every shop window. Play with yourself if you like. Take your time – don’t walk too quickly."

Sophie looks down the street, and her stomach cramps as she sees how many people she will have to face.

Should she do as Colin says?
Or run down the nearest alley and find a secluded spot to remove her messy panties?

"Have it your way," says Colin. "Hmm. You have way too much coverage on your top half, I think." He unbuttons Sophie’s blouse and tugs it down over her arms. Pulling it off completely, he tosses it to one side.

Alistair laughs, and gets to work unfastening Sophie’s bra while Colin holds her arms. Sophie struggles desperately, but is unable to prevent her breasts from becoming exposed to the boys’ lustful gazes. Then Alistair starts pulling down her poo-filled panties – very carefully as he does not apparently want to get messy. The boys then push her to the ground, and hold her down while they take off her skirt and shoes. Catriona, Neil and Suzy look on, intrigued, as their older brothers help Sophie to her feet. Sophie, now naked, miserably tries to cover herself, but the boys do not let her.

Colin takes some string from his pocket, and ties it around Sophie’s left wrist. He tosses another piece to Alistair, who ties it around her right wrist. Then Colin, who is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, raises his arms and leaps through the forest of nettles at a point where the stinging plants are only about four feet high. On the far side, he pulls on his end of the string so that Sophie is tugged towards the nettles. She struggles wildly, but Alistair laughs and pushes her forwards into the thickest clump.

Instantly Sophie’s legs and torso blaze with nettle stings. Her buttocks and pussy brush repeatedly against the tiny stinging hairs on the nettles’ leaves and stems, and are stung many times. The coating of poo on part of her buttocks and pussy does little to protect her.

"Okay!" says Colin. "Walk her forward."

As the boys walk either side of the nettle patch, they pull Sophie along between them. She tries to push between two dense clusters of nettles, but finds herself pulled unexpectedly towards the left-hand cluster, and ends up straddling it as she steps forward. Several tall nettles hit her squarely between the breasts, and as she steps forward again, become caught between her legs. Bending further and further as she continues on, their stems become bunched against her pussy, and one even slips between her labia. As Sophie is pulled forwards, the nettle’s stinging hairs jab her clitoral hood dozens of times over.

In floods of tears by now, Sophie howls in pain as nettles sting every part of her body below her shoulders, which is as high as the plants reach.

"What the hell are you doing to that girl?" demands Maud, striding across the lawn towards Sophie’s suddenly stricken cousins.

"Um, um, she hit Suzy!" says Colin.

"Oh really?" says Maud to Suzy.

Suzy bursts into tears and holds her cheek. "She … she slapped my face!" she sobs.

Maud folds her arms. "Well Sophie, that was an awful thing to do. I hope you’ve learned your lesson. But Colin, Alistair – it’s not up to you to punish Sophie. Leave that to me and your father. Get her out of there."

Colin and Alistair reluctantly start dragging Sophie backwards through the nettle patch. The nettle between her labia reverses direction and immediately drags Sophie’s clitoral hood forward, exposing her clitoris. Sophie howls anew as her most sensitive spot is repeatedly stung. By the time she is pulled out of the nettle patch, Sophie’s skin feels like it is on fire.

"You poor thing," says Maud sympathetically. "I must say, Colin, the punishment hardly fit the crime. Go and fetch as many dock leaves as you can find – you others help him. I want at least twenty! What’s that smell?"

"Sophie messed her panties!" says Neil. "Look!" He points at where Sophie’s panties are lying under a pile of poo.

"I see," says Maud, frowning.

"And she enjoyed it!" says Catriona. "She had an orgasm. We told her she should wear them like that for the rest of the day in that case."

"Dirty girl," mutters Maud.

As dock leaves are brought to her, Maud crushes them up and starts rubbing them all over Sophie’s naked body. Soon the hapless girl is feeling some relief in the places where the healing plants’ green juices have been most liberally applied. She is most especially relieved, though horribly embarrassed, when Maud starts working the juice between her pussy lips and around her clitoris.

After twenty minutes of this treatment, Sophie’s nettle stings have been reduced to a merely uncomfortable tingling sensation over much of her body. "Come on," Maud says to her. "Get your clothes back on, and go up to your room. You can stay there for the rest of the afternoon as punishment for slapping Suzy. And I think my children are right – you should keep your messy panties on all day, since you apparently like it so much."

Sophie puts her skirt on first, then carefully steps into her poo-filled panties and pulls them up snugly against her buttocks and pussy. Then she hurriedly puts on her other clothes and runs inside. Safely shut in her room, she lays herself down carefully on her bed and tries to ignore the itching as she reads her book. The afternoon ticks by, and Sophie’s book slowly closes along with her eyes.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"Come on," says Maud, "time for dinner. Keep your messy panties on – I’ll get you a polythene bag to sit on at the table."

The poo in Sophie’s panties has dried and hardened somewhat since lunch, so that when she sits down at the table, although it squishes beneath her and oozes out of the sides of her panties, it holds together as one lump. Sophie feels like she is sitting on a warm, squishy cushion – the feeling is not entirely unpleasant.

"Here – have some Ribena," says Colin, grinning. He pours her a full glass.

Maud places a bowl of soup in front of Sophie. "Minestrone, dear," she says. "I hope that’s to your liking."

"Want some croutons with it?" asks Colin, pouring several dozen Brantasia discs into her soup bowl.

"Dear, anyone would think you were trying to make Sophie poop even more!" says Maud.

"I wouldn’t dream of it," says Colin, grinning. "Eat up, Sophie."

Should Sophie eat her Brantasia-filled soup and drink her Ribena without complaint?
Or say that she is tired of pooping?

Sophie squeals in panic as she bursts out of the hollow in the tree. In front of an astonished Alistair, she brushes dozens of spiders from her head, clothing and legs, then she hurriedly removes her blouse and sweeps more spiders from her bare torso. Finally she hoists up her skirt, pulls down her panties, and brushes three more spiders off her buttocks, and one from her pussy. During this process, she feels several little nips or stings, which tell her that she has indeed been bitten.

"Cool!" says Alistair, watching as the spiders dash away across the leaf litter. "Some of Dad’s spiders. Looks like they’re spreading quickly – they only escaped last month. Did you get bitten?"

Sophie nods.

"Don’t worry," Alistair reassures her. "They’re hardly poisonous at all. The bites may itch for a couple of hours – just don’t scratch them and you’ll be fine. Even so, it wouldn’t hurt to put some Anthisan on them – why don’t you run back to the house and do that?"

Sophie thanks him and runs off back to the house. In the bathroom, she finds a tube of Anthisan in the cabinet, and applies it to all of her spider bites. Then, reluctant to go back outside again, she returns to her room and lies down on her bed with a book. The afternoon ticks by, and Sophie’s book slowly closes along with her eyes.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Then she brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

Sweat breaks out on Sophie’s brow as she forces herself to keep very still. More spiders appear from the dark recesses of the hollow around her, and they all seem to gravitate to the inside of her clothing. Soon she can feel several crawling around inside her panties, and many more are inside her blouse – most having crawled down into her cleavage.

Alistair leaves the area, and Sophie eventually judges it is safe to make a careful escape. She slowly inches forwards, and once she has pulled herself out of the hollow she gets to her feet. Then, forcing herself to be calm and deliberate about it, she begins to flick the spiders off her body, one after another. Unbuttoning her blouse, she carefully removes every spider she can find. Then she pulls her skirt up around her waist, preparing to empty her panties.

"Gotcha!" says Alistair, sneaking up behind her and smacking her bottom with the palm of his hand. Sophie squeals as she feels several bites on her buttocks and pussy. She pulls her panties down, and out spill at least a dozen very large spiders. More are still clinging to her bottom and pussy, so she flicks them off.

"Wow!" exclaims Alistair. "Those look like some of Dad’s spiders. Looks like they’re spreading quickly – they only escaped last month. Did you get bitten?"

Sophie glares at him.

"Don’t worry," Alistair reassures her. "They’re hardly poisonous at all. The bites may itch for a couple of hours – just don’t scratch them and you’ll be fine. Even so, it wouldn’t hurt to put some Anthisan on them – why don’t you run back to the house and do that?"

Sophie thanks him and runs off back to the house. In the bathroom, she finds a tube of Anthisan in the cabinet, and applies it to all of her spider bites. Then, reluctant to go back outside again, she returns to her room and lies down on her bed with a book. The afternoon ticks by, and Sophie’s book slowly closes along with her eyes.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Then she brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

It is a struggle, but Sophie manages to squeeze herself into the log in about half a minute. There is very little room for manoeuvre, and by the time Sophie judges that she is far enough in for her feet to be concealed, her arms are practically pinned to her sides. She is not quite sure how she is going to get out again, unless it is by pushing outwards and breaking the rotten log apart. Meanwhile, Alistair finishes counting to a hundred, but fortunately he does not immediately come looking in Sophie’s direction.

However, Sophie soon discovers that she is not alone in the log. In next to no time, she feels hundreds of insects crawling over her – denizens of the bark and rotting wood that now have something new to investigate. Sophie can see out into the forest through cracks in the bark, but she cannot see much of what is going on inside the log, and thus cannot identify the creatures that are crawling on her. All she can tell is that many of them have found their way inside her blouse, up under her skirt, and even into her bra and panties. Five minutes later, her panties and both cups of her bra are swarming with insects. Some of them feel quite large.

Then she feels something biting her.

Should she struggle to escape from the log?
Or keep still?

Sophie manages to dive cleanly through the window, and fortunately she lands squarely on the top of a large hay bale. She is briefly winded, but manages to roll off and land on her feet on the ground below. Then she hurries around the house to rejoin the others.

"You got the money?" asks Colin.

Sophie pulls it out of her blouse and hands it to him. But at that moment, Hector bursts out of the front door and marches towards them, looking furious.

"Put it back!" Colin whispers urgently to Sophie, who quickly tucks it back inside her blouse.

"Who’s been at my cash box?" he demands. "Who was just in the study, stealing my money? Tell me!"

Five fingers point to Sophie, who quails under her uncle’s glare.

"I’d never have believed it," he growls. "Where is it?"

"It’s in her blouse!" says Suzy.

Hector thrusts his hand inside Sophie’s blouse, and grabs her left breast. He squeezes it briefly, then lets go and continues his search. "Aha!" he says, pulling out the money. He grabs Sophie’s wrist and starts to drag her back to the house. "Come on, young lady, you’re not too old to be put over my knee!"

He pulls her into the living room, where he sits down and throws Sophie across his lap. Pulling up her skirt, he tugs her panties down until her buttocks are exposed. Then he brings down his open hand hard on her buttocks, slapping them alternately until both turn red. Sophie howls with pain.

Should she apologise and beg for his forgiveness?
Or say that Colin made her do it?

Uncle Hector enters the room, and he stops dead at the sight of Sophie. Then he sees the book in Sophie’s hands. "That’s…" he begins, then he frowns. "Have you been at my cash box? Are you stealing from me? Hand over what you took!"

Sophie trembles as she retrieves the money from her blouse. She hands it to him, and he snatches it off her.

"How dare you?" he thunders. Then he grabs hold of her wrist and drags her out of the room. "Come on, young lady, you’re not too old to be put over my knee!"

He pulls her down the stairs and into the living room, where he sits down and throws Sophie across his lap. Pulling up her skirt, he tugs her panties down until her buttocks are exposed. Then he brings down his open hand hard on her buttocks, slapping them alternately until both turn red. Sophie howls with pain.

Should she apologise and beg for his forgiveness?
Or say that Colin made her do it?

"I haven’t washed them yet," says Maud. "I’m waiting for a full load. You’ll just have to wear what you’ve got on."

Sophie sighs as she follows her aunt, uncle and cousins outside. "Maud, you take Suzy, Cat and Neil," says Hector. "I’ll take Colin, Alistair and Sophie."

"Righto," says Maud.

Sophie climbs into the back seat of her uncle’s car, only to have Colin climb in after her. She starts to scoot across to the other side, but then Alistair gets in on that side, sandwiching her between himself and Colin.

"Nobody wants to sit in the passenger seat?" asks Hector in surprise.

Should Sophie quickly volunteer to sit in the passenger seat?
Or keep quiet?

Sophie sighs as she follows her aunt, uncle and cousins outside. "Maud, you take Suzy, Cat and Neil," says Hector. "I’ll take Colin, Alistair and Sophie."

"Righto," says Maud.

Sophie climbs into the back seat of her uncle’s car, only to have Colin climb in after her. She starts to scoot across to the other side, but then Alistair gets in on that side, sandwiching her between himself and Colin.

"Nobody wants to sit in the passenger seat?" asks Hector in surprise.

Should Sophie quickly volunteer to sit in the passenger seat?
Or keep quiet?

Sophie shivers nervously as she starts walking down the street with her skirt bunched around her waist and her panties, fully displayed, practically overflowing with poo.

"Disgusting!"

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"Disgraceful – her mother should be shot!"

These comments are very hurtful, and tears spring to Sophie’s eyes, but nevertheless she stops and turns to look in one of the shop windows. Reaching down between her legs, she cups her hand around the bulging material surrounding her clitoris, and starts to move it around in a circular motion. This almost immediately brings her to the brink of orgasm, and after a few more strokes she moans aloud in climactic pleasure. The sexual rush makes her feel less cautious, and more easily able to ignore the hurtful remarks, and so, as she turns to continue her walk down the pavement, she lifts her head proudly and starts walking with a sexy wiggle of her hips. This new walk makes her poo rub against her pussy all the more, and soon she finds her knees almost buckling in a deliciously intense orgasm.

Just then she feels a tap on her shoulder, and as she turns, her face drains of colour as she sees a policeman standing behind her.

"That’s enough of the lewd behaviour, Miss," he says sternly. "Do your mum and dad know what you’re doing?"

Should Sophie reply that they just died in a car accident?
Or that she is here with her cousins, and point to Colin and Alistair?

Sophie starts walking down the street, but almost immediately ducks into a narrow alley and runs down towards the far end. As she passes a doorway, she notices that the door is standing open, so she enters and looks around nervously. Aside from a couple of closed doors and a stairway leading upwards, there is nothing here of note, and nobody to challenge her presence. She carefully pulls her panties down, and steps out of them.

Colin and Alistair appear in the doorway, out of breath from having run to catch up with her. Colin looks angry. "What on Earth are you doing?" he demands.

Just then, one of the doors opens and a heavy-set man in a string vest and trousers comes out. He stops and stares suspiciously at Sophie and her cousins. "Hey, what’s going on?" he asks.

"Nothing," says Colin. "My cousin here just shat in her panties and thought she’d dump it out here."

"You can’t do that!" says the man, glaring at Sophie. "Put ‘em back on and get out of here."

Reluctantly, Sophie pulls her panties back on and tugs them up into place so that her pussy sinks into the squishy poo once more.

"Come on," says Colin as they step out into the alley. "I suppose a bunch of people have seen you now – we might as well get back home."

Sophie follows the boys back to the street, and together they wait at the bus stop while passers-by jeer and laugh at Sophie. She tugs her skirt down as far as she can over her poo-laden panties, but she does not come close to covering them. Fifteen minutes later, the bus arrives and, feeling very relieved, Sophie boards behind Colin and Alistair. On the way home, while standing at the back of the bus, Sophie tries, with limited success, to fend off various attempts by the boys to grope her breasts, but each of them at one time or another manages to get his hand inside her bra.

Back at the house, Maud meets them as they come through the door. "What’s this?" she demands. "Ugh, Sophie, look at you!"

"She likes doing it in her panties," says Alistair smugly. "She had an orgasm doing it."

"We told her she should keep her messy panties on all day if she likes it that much," says Colin.

Maud grimaces, then chuckles. "I suppose that would be a fitting punishment," she says. "Very well Sophie – keep them on. Go to your room and stay there until supper. With any luck you’ll get uncomfortable enough in your messy panties to regret filling them!"

Sophie goes up to her room and closes the door. Laying herself down carefully on her bed, she picks up her book and begins to read. But her eyes grow tired, and slowly close along with her book.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"Come on," says Maud, "time for dinner. Keep your messy panties on – I’ll get you a polythene bag to sit on at the table."

The poo in Sophie’s panties has dried and hardened somewhat since lunch, so that when she sits down at the table, although it squishes beneath her and oozes out of the sides of her panties, it holds together as one lump. Sophie feels like she is sitting on a warm, squishy cushion – the feeling is not entirely unpleasant.

"Here – have some Ribena," says Colin, grinning. He pours her a full glass.

Maud places a bowl of soup in front of Sophie. "Minestrone, dear," she says. "I hope that’s to your liking."

"Want some croutons with it?" asks Colin, pouring several dozen Brantasia discs into her soup bowl.

"Dear, anyone would think you were trying to make Sophie poop even more!" says Maud.

"I wouldn’t dream of it," says Colin, grinning. "Eat up, Sophie."

Should Sophie eat her Brantasia-filled soup and drink her Ribena without complaint?
Or say that she is tired of pooping?

Sophie eats everything that is put in front of her, and after the meal helps with the washing up. Then the entire family sits down in the living room and starts watching a movie. Maud spreads out a plastic bag on the seat of a tatty old armchair, and Sophie lowers herself slowly down on to her squishy cushion of poo. Ten minutes into the film, her bowels begin to rumble, and the pressure in her rectum quickly builds up to an intolerable level. She figures she still has time to leave the room before she poops, but she will have to hurry if she is not to have an accident in front of everyone.

Should she run upstairs to the bathroom?
Or defecate where she is?

"You’ll eat what’s put in front of you, young lady," says Uncle Hector sternly. "Give her some more Brantasia, Colin."

Colin grins as he adds more Brantasia discs to Sophie’s soup. Sophie opens her mouth to protest, but both Hector and Maud look at her so sternly that she does not dare to speak, and meekly begins to eat her food. It is quite an effort to get through all of the Brantasia, which has almost trebled in volume by the time she gets to the bottom of her soup bowl, but somehow she manages.

After the meal she helps with the washing up. Then the entire family sits down in the living room and starts watching a movie. Maud spreads out a plastic bag on the seat of a tatty old armchair, and Sophie lowers herself slowly down on to her squishy cushion of poo. Ten minutes into the film, her bowels begin to rumble, and the pressure in her rectum quickly builds up to an intolerable level. She figures she still has time to leave the room before she poops, but she will have to hurry if she is not to have an accident in front of everyone.

Should she run upstairs to the bathroom?
Or defecate where she is?

Sophie struggles wildly, and tries to break the log apart from inside. Fortunately it is very rotten and soon gives way. Breaking it open, Sophie jumps to her feet and starts pulling all kinds of bugs from inside her clothing. Some of them are beetles, but most seem to be woodlice of enormous size. The remainder, to Sophie’s horror, are huge centipedes nearly a foot in length. They have highly prominent and powerful jaws, and as she tries to tug one of them out of her left bra cup, it bites her directly on the nipple. She squeals and yanks it hard. It comes loose and she throws it away. Then she pulls down her panties, and shudders as she sees that they are full of woodlice and centipedes. Why they are showing such an interest in her, she has no idea, but it is highly unnerving.

Alistair comes running through the trees towards her. "Found you!" he says. "I don’t think you’ve quite got the hang of this game, Sophie." Then he notices all the arthropods in her panties. "Cool! Nice centipedes! Did they bite you?"

Sophie nods as she empties her panties on to the leaf litter.

"Well don’t worry," Alistair reassures her. "I don’t think they’re very poisonous. But it wouldn’t hurt to put some Anthisan on the bites – why don’t you run back to the house and do that?"

Sophie thanks him and runs off back to the house. In the bathroom, she finds a tube of Anthisan in the cabinet, and applies it to all of her bites. Then, reluctant to go back outside again, she returns to her room and lies down on her bed with a book. The afternoon ticks by, and Sophie’s book slowly closes along with her eyes.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Then she brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

Sophie bites her lip and tries to keep still, but it is quite an effort of will not to start panicking, particularly when she feels something crawling into her vagina. She feels several bites, mostly on her breasts and pussy, but a few on her legs, belly, arms and buttocks. Insect after insect forces its way into her vagina, despite her efforts to squeeze her legs together.

After ten minutes, she has another fright – through the cracks in the bark above her, she can see a large face peering down at her.

"I thought it was you!" says Alistair, laughing. "Excellent hiding place, Sophie! Unfortunately your feet were still sticking out a little. Do you need a hand getting out?"

Sophie tries to break the log apart from inside. Fortunately it is very rotten and soon gives way. Breaking it open, Sophie jumps to her feet and starts pulling all kinds of bugs from inside her clothing. Some of them are beetles, but most seem to be woodlice of enormous size. The remainder, to Sophie’s horror, are huge centipedes nearly a foot in length. They have highly prominent and powerful jaws, and as she tries to tug one of them out of her left bra cup, it bites her directly on the nipple. She squeals and yanks it hard. It comes loose and she throws it away. Then she pulls down her panties, trying to ignore Alistair’s keen stare, and shudders as she sees that they are full of woodlice and centipedes. Why they are showing such an interest in her, she has no idea, but it is highly unnerving.

Alistair stares with wide eyes at the contents of her panties. "Cool! Nice centipedes! Did they bite you?"

Sophie nods as she empties her panties on to the leaf litter.

"Well don’t worry," Alistair reassures her. "I don’t think they’re very poisonous. But it wouldn’t hurt to put some Anthisan on the bites – why don’t you run back to the house and do that?"

Sophie thanks him and runs off back towards the house. On the way, and out of sight of Alistair, she reaches into her vagina with two fingers in an effort to retrieve whatever crawled up there. Fortunately it seems that only the harmless woodlice chose to explore her inner workings, and they prove quite easy to get at. Having removed them all, she runs back to the house.

In the bathroom, she finds a tube of Anthisan in the cabinet, and applies it to all of her bites. Then, reluctant to go back outside again, she returns to her room and lies down on her bed with a book. The afternoon ticks by, and Sophie’s book slowly closes along with her eyes.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Then she brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

Hector growls at her. "You’re a thief!" he says, slapping her left buttock again. This time, however, his hand lingers on her flesh, and he starts to stroke her bottom, sliding his fingers into the cleft between her buttocks. He slips two fingers up into her vagina, and begins to thrust them in and out slowly but forcefully.

Sophie cannot decide which is worse – the horribly painful spanking, or the horribly degrading finger-fucking. She wants her uncle to stop, but she is afraid of making him even more angry.

Should she ask if she can go now?
Or part her legs?

"How dare you blame my son for your crime!" barks Hector. "I don’t care what he said to you – you stole the money!"

He picks her up and spins her over on to her back. Then he grabs her legs, hoists them in the air, pushes her knees down against her chest, and pulls her shins wide apart. Sophie is not sure what he is doing, until he brings his hand down with great force upon her naked pussy. She screams and closes her legs, but he pulls them apart again.

"Don’t even think about trying to stop me punishing you!" he shouts. He slaps her hard on the pussy again. It hurts so much that Sophie cannot help closing her legs again.

"What’s going on?" demands Maud, running into the room.

"Sophie stole money from my cash box!" exclaims Hector. "So I’m giving her the punishment she deserves."

Maud shakes her head and tuts at Sophie. "Oh dear me," she says gravely. "I didn’t think you were a thief, Sophie. Here, I’ll give you a hand." She comes over and holds Sophie’s legs wide apart. "Go ahead, dear."

Pain explodes in Sophie’s pussy as Hector spanks her labia again and again. She screams and sobs, but neither her aunt nor her uncle seem to have any sympathy for her whatsoever. After a couple of minutes of this torture, Hector finally stops, with his hand cupping Sophie’s pussy. He slides a couple of fingers into her vagina and begins to finger-fuck her.

"She might enjoy that, dear," says Maud. "Spank her some more."

"Okay," says Hector. He raises his hand, and slaps it down against Sophie’s labia and clitoris with terrible force. Sophie screams again, and Hector laughs. He slaps her pussy several more times.

By this time, Colin and Alistair have entered the room, and they stare open-mouthed at what is happening.

"Wow, can I have a go?" asks Colin in an awed whisper.

Sophie is desperate for this to end.

Should she humbly apologise for her crime and beg forgiveness?
Or threaten to sue them all?

"Sure, Sophie!" says Hector. "Come on up."

"Awww!" complain Colin and Alistair.

Sophie grins as she climbs into the front seat. She guesses that they planned to feel her up on the way to the restaurant, and she is pleased to have cleverly thwarted those plans. She has reckoned, however, without Hector’s roving hands.

"Well Sophie," says her uncle, placing his hand nonchalantly on her thigh, "do you like McDonald’s?" He starts to slide his hand upwards, and only stops when he is cupping her pussy through her panties.

As they head down the driveway, and out on to the main road, Hector rubs her pussy through the thin material, then he tucks his hand inside her waistband and starts to probe between her labia with his fingers. Then Colin reaches around either side of the back of Sophie’s seat, and places his hands on her breasts. Outnumbered, Sophie does not dare to try to fight them off, and by the time they reach the McDonald’s, she has been thoroughly groped in every area.

Fortunately the meal passes without incident. A few people stare at Sophie’s panties, but she manages to get a seat between Neil and Suzy, who are too young to be interested in molesting her. For the first time, it seems, she manages to spend the best part of an hour in the company of her aunt, uncle and cousins without getting even slightly molested.

All that changes in the car on the way home, of course. This time, Alistair takes the front seat, and Colin sits with Sophie in the back. When Hector finally pulls into his driveway, Sophie’s panties are around her knees and Colin’s fingers are stroking the insides of her vagina.

She spends the rest of the evening alone in her room. At ten o’clock she gets ready for bed, then climbs in wearing just her panties. As she closes her eyes, cockroaches are already starting to roam over her semi-naked body beneath the sheets. She is so tired, however, that she soon falls asleep…

"It is time!"

Sophie awakes suddenly. It is dark, but the room is illuminated by the light of several candles, which are being carried by her five cousins. Her uncle, who just spoke, looks down at her with a sombre expression. "Get up, Sophie, and come with us."

Sophie, still half asleep, is very confused and does not know what to think.

Should she ask where they are going?
Or meekly get up and follow them?

"Suit yourself, then," says Hector.

Colin and Alistair grin at each other, then they reach for Sophie’s breasts. Their hands slip inside her bra cups, and they fondle her and tweak her nipples. Then Alistair pulls her panties down at the front, and slips his hand inside. He crooks two fingers and slides them into her vagina.

Sophie notices Hector adjusting his mirror so that it gives him a good view of her crotch. Colin and Alistair each lift one of her legs, and pull it across their lap, so that she is almost doing the splits. Then they take it in turns to push their fingers into her vagina. Colin even thrusts his middle finger into her anus.

Outnumbered, Sophie does not dare to try to fight her cousins off, particularly since their actions seem to be sanctioned by her voyeuristic uncle, and by the time they reach the McDonald’s, she has been thoroughly molested in every area.

Fortunately the meal itself passes without incident. A few people stare at Sophie’s panties, but she manages to get a seat between Neil and Suzy, who are too young to be interested in groping her. For the first time, it seems, she manages to spend the best part of an hour in the company of her aunt, uncle and cousins without getting even slightly molested.

All that changes in the car on the way home, of course. Once again, she finds herself sandwiched between Alistair and Colin in the back seat, and subjected to more fingering. When Hector finally pulls into his driveway, Sophie’s panties are around her knees and Colin is just beginning to insert his erection into her vagina.

"No time for that," Hector chuckles, turning back to grin at Sophie’s pussy. "Come on – we’re home."

Relieved, Sophie gets out of the car and hurries indoors and up the stairs. She spends the rest of the evening alone in her room. At ten o’clock she gets ready for bed, then climbs in wearing just her panties. As she closes her eyes, cockroaches are already starting to roam over her semi-naked body beneath the sheets. She is so tired, however, that she soon falls asleep…

"It is time!"

Sophie awakes suddenly. It is dark, but the room is illuminated by the light of several candles, which are being carried by her five cousins. Her uncle, who just spoke, looks down at her with a sombre expression. "Get up, Sophie, and come with us."

Sophie, still half asleep, is very confused and does not know what to think.

Should she ask where they are going?
Or meekly get up and follow them?

The policeman looks startled. "Oh, I’m sorry about that Miss," he says. Then he frowns at her sternly. "But you just can’t go messing yourself in public and flaunting it around. Where do you live currently?"

"She lives with us," says Colin, coming up and standing next to Sophie. "I’m sorry officer – we’re finding her a little hard to control at the moment. But don’t worry – we’ll get her home."

"See that you do," says the policeman. "Now run along – and don’t let me catch you doing this sort of thing again."

Colin and Alistair each grab one of Sophie’s arms, and walk her back to the bus stop. "I suppose we’d better get out of here," mutters Colin. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

Together the three teenagers wait for the next bus, while passers-by jeer and laugh at Sophie. She tugs her skirt down as far as she can over her poo-laden panties, but she does not come close to covering them. Fifteen minutes later, the bus arrives and, feeling very relieved, Sophie boards behind Colin and Alistair. On the way home, while standing at the back of the bus, Sophie tries, with limited success, to fend off various attempts by the boys to grope her breasts, but each of them at one time or another manages to get his hand inside her bra.

Back at the house, Maud meets them as they come through the door. "What’s this?" she demands. "Ugh, Sophie, look at you!"

"She likes doing it in her panties," says Alistair smugly. "She had an orgasm doing it."

"We told her she should keep her messy panties on all day if she likes it that much," says Colin.

Maud grimaces, then chuckles. "I suppose that would be a fitting punishment," she says. "Very well Sophie – keep them on. Go to your room and stay there until supper. With any luck you’ll get uncomfortable enough in your messy panties to regret filling them!"

Sophie goes up to her room and closes the door. Laying herself down carefully on her bed, she picks up her book and begins to read. But her eyes grow tired, and slowly close along with her book.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"Come on," says Maud, "time for dinner. Keep your messy panties on – I’ll get you a polythene bag to sit on at the table."

The poo in Sophie’s panties has dried and hardened somewhat since lunch, so that when she sits down at the table, although it squishes beneath her and oozes out of the sides of her panties, it holds together as one lump. Sophie feels like she is sitting on a warm, squishy cushion – the feeling is not entirely unpleasant.

"Here – have some Ribena," says Colin, grinning. He pours her a full glass.

Maud places a bowl of soup in front of Sophie. "Minestrone, dear," she says. "I hope that’s to your liking."

"Want some croutons with it?" asks Colin, pouring several dozen Brantasia discs into her soup bowl.

"Dear, anyone would think you were trying to make Sophie poop even more!" says Maud.

"I wouldn’t dream of it," says Colin, grinning. "Eat up, Sophie."

Should Sophie eat her Brantasia-filled soup and drink her Ribena without complaint?
Or say that she is tired of pooping?

"Oh yes?" says the policeman. "Hey! You two! Come over here."

Colin and Alistair look guilty as they come over to join Sophie.

"Is this some kind of game you kids are playing?" demands the policeman. "I think you need to be taught a lesson in the laws of indecent behaviour!"

"She’s simple," says Colin quickly. "She doesn’t know what she’s doing. We’re supposed to be looking after her, but she got away from us, and by the time we found her again, she’d done … that." He points at Sophie’s panties.

"Simple, eh?" says the policeman. "And I suppose if I called your parents, they’d corroborate that?"

"Sure," says Colin with a shrug. "But my parents aren’t her parents. She’s our cousin – she’s just started living with us because her own parents got killed in a car crash."

"Blimey!" says the policeman. He leans down towards Sophie and starts talking to her in a loud, slow voice. "I’m sorry about your parents, Miss! Now you go on home and clean up, all right?"

"Don’t worry, officer," says Colin. "We’ll get her home."

"See that you do," says the policeman. "Now run along – and don’t let me catch you doing this sort of thing again."

Colin and Alistair each grab one of Sophie’s arms, and walk her back to the bus stop. "That was close!" mutters Colin. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

Together the three teenagers wait for the next bus, while passers-by jeer and laugh at Sophie. She tugs her skirt down as far as she can over her poo-laden panties, but she does not come close to covering them. Fifteen minutes later, the bus arrives and, feeling very relieved, Sophie boards behind Colin and Alistair. On the way home, while standing at the back of the bus, Sophie tries, with limited success, to fend off various attempts by the boys to grope her breasts, but each of them at one time or another manages to get his hand inside her bra.

Back at the house, Maud meets them as they come through the door. "What’s this?" she demands. "Ugh, Sophie, look at you!"

"She likes doing it in her panties," says Alistair smugly. "She had an orgasm doing it."

"We told her she should keep her messy panties on all day if she likes it that much," says Colin.

Maud grimaces, then chuckles. "I suppose that would be a fitting punishment," she says. "Very well Sophie – keep them on. Go to your room and stay there until supper. With any luck you’ll get uncomfortable enough in your messy panties to regret filling them!"

Sophie goes up to her room and closes the door. Laying herself down carefully on her bed, she picks up her book and begins to read. But her eyes grow tired, and slowly close along with her book.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"Come on," says Maud, "time for dinner. Keep your messy panties on – I’ll get you a polythene bag to sit on at the table."

The poo in Sophie’s panties has dried and hardened somewhat since lunch, so that when she sits down at the table, although it squishes beneath her and oozes out of the sides of her panties, it holds together as one lump. Sophie feels like she is sitting on a warm, squishy cushion – the feeling is not entirely unpleasant.

"Here – have some Ribena," says Colin, grinning. He pours her a full glass.

Maud places a bowl of soup in front of Sophie. "Minestrone, dear," she says. "I hope that’s to your liking."

"Want some croutons with it?" asks Colin, pouring several dozen Brantasia discs into her soup bowl.

"Dear, anyone would think you were trying to make Sophie poop even more!" says Maud.

"I wouldn’t dream of it," says Colin, grinning. "Eat up, Sophie."

Should Sophie eat her Brantasia-filled soup and drink her Ribena without complaint?
Or say that she is tired of pooping?

Sophie gets up to go to the bathroom, but Maud stops her with a look.

"Where do you think you’re going?" she asks. "If you need to poop, then you can jolly well do it in your knickers, since that seems to be what you enjoy."

At any rate, Sophie cannot hold on to her poo any longer. With a gasp, she relaxes her anus to relieve the intense pain of holding it closed. Instantly, fresh poo begins to pour out of her rectum and into her already-full panties.

"Spill one drop on the carpet," says Maud, "and you’ll be sorry!"

Sophie whimpers worriedly as her panties start to slide down her hips, sagging under the enormous weight of new and old poo. She hoists them up, and in doing so drags her skirt up around her waist. At the back, her panties soon sink so low that her buttock cleavage begins to show above the waistband. Moderately soft poo begins to ooze out of the leg holes of her panties, obliging her to let go with one hand so that she can catch the poo before it falls to the carpet.

Retrieving a large handful of poo, Sophie desperately looks for somewhere to put it. Then, thinking quickly, she plunges her hand inside her blouse, and pulls open the left cup of her bra with the tips of her fingers, dropping the poo inside as she does so. As she releases the bra, her nipple squishes into the soft poo.

Then she has to change hands, and with her left hand catch another large piece of poo that is dangerously close to dropping on to the floor. This handful is even larger than the first, but she adopts the same solution, dropping it inside her right bra cup. Her right nipple, too, sinks into the mushy poo.

And still poo is oozing out of both leg-holes of her panties. In a state of near-panic, Sophie catches another handful on one side, and then, just in the nick of time, reaches far enough to catch another large chunk as it falls from the other side. It drapes itself over the top of the poo in her hand, and she brings the precariously balanced stack of poo around in front of her. Letting go of the side of her panties for a moment, she pulls open the front and drops the heap of poo inside so that it nestles against her pussy. Then, because her panties are beginning to descend of their own accord, she reaches back with both hands and splays her palms beneath the enormous bulge, blocking in the process the exit of some more oozing poo.

Her aunt, uncle and cousins watch this performance with open mouths and wide eyes. Finally, as Sophie heaves a sigh of relief, having expelled the last of her poo into her panties, they burst into spontaneous applause.

"Oh, too funny!" says Maud, wiping a tear from her eye. "Very good, Sophie, that was most impressive!" She is laughing so hard that her shoulders are shaking.

Hector is laughing too. "That’s a lot of poo!" he says. "Go and sit down, Sophie, there’s a good girl. We’ll even let you masturbate if you like."

Sophie gratefully waddles to her chair and lowers herself carefully on to the plastic bag. Her poo splurges out of her panties on all sides, but she does not care – as it squishes against her clitoris, she shudders in a beautiful orgasm. Then she happily rubs her clitoris through her panties until she comes again … and again.

Two hours later, after the film has finished and they have all had a mug of Ovaltine, Maud comes to stand in front of Sophie. "Well, Miss Poopy-Drawers," she says, "time for you to go and clean up. I’d let you sleep in your messy knickers, but I’ve no desire to wash your bedding every day."

Sophie gingerly gets up, gathering up the plastic bag around her so that she does not drop any of her poo on the floor. Slowly she waddles up the stairs and into the bathroom, where she somewhat reluctantly dumps the poo into the toilet. Flushing it down takes a lot of time and effort, but eventually it all disappears around the bend. She cleans herself up, brushes her teeth, then goes to her room and climbs into bed wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties. As she closes her eyes, cockroaches are already starting to roam over her semi-naked body beneath the sheets. She is so tired, however, that she soon falls asleep…

"It is time!"

Sophie awakes suddenly. It is dark, but the room is illuminated by the light of several candles, which are being carried by her five cousins. Her uncle, who just spoke, looks down at her with a sombre expression. "Get up, Sophie, and come with us."

Sophie, still half asleep, is very confused and does not know what to think.

Should she ask where they are going?
Or meekly get up and follow them?

Sophie lifts her bottom off the seat, and her drying poo-cushion falls away from her buttocks and pussy. She relaxes her anus, and immediately fresh poo begins to pour out of her rectum and into her panties.

"You pooping again, dear?" inquires Maud in some amusement.

"Whew! Smells like it!" says Colin.

Sophie ignores them, and continues to push. What little space remains in her panties is quickly filled, and the semi-soft poo still flowing out of her has nowhere else to go but out of the sides around her legs, and up over the top of her waistband at the back. The new poo starts oozing out of her panties and dropping in squishy lumps on to the plastic bag, while Sophie shudders and moans in new orgasms as some of the poo pushes between her labia and up underneath her clitoris.

"Good grief, how many orgasms can one girl have?" says Maud in disbelief after a couple of minutes of this. "I’m thinking I’d better try overdosing on Brantasia myself!"

"Don’t you dare!" says Hector. "Not having you pooping in bed, thank you very much. Or when we’re out together."

Sophie finishes her poo, and settles down into the large pile of fresh excrement that she has produced. It moulds itself around her bottom and hips, and squidges up between her thighs. As she wiggles her bottom, she climaxes again. Maud rolls her eyes.

Two hours later, after the film has finished and they have all had a mug of Ovaltine, Maud comes to stand in front of Sophie. "Well, Miss Poopy-Drawers," she says, "time for you to go and clean up. I’d let you sleep in your messy knickers, but I’ve no desire to wash your bedding every day."

Sophie gingerly gets up, gathering up the plastic bag around her so that she does not drop any of her poo on the floor. Slowly she waddles up the stairs and into the bathroom, where she somewhat reluctantly dumps the poo into the toilet. Flushing it down takes a lot of time and effort, but eventually it all disappears around the bend. She cleans herself up, brushes her teeth, then goes to her room and climbs into bed wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties. As she closes her eyes, cockroaches are already starting to roam over her semi-naked body beneath the sheets. She is so tired, however, that she soon falls asleep…

"It is time!"

Sophie awakes suddenly. It is dark, but the room is illuminated by the light of several candles, which are being carried by her five cousins. Her uncle, who just spoke, looks down at her with a sombre expression. "Get up, Sophie, and come with us."

Sophie, still half asleep, is very confused and does not know what to think.

Should she ask where they are going?
Or meekly get up and follow them?

"No, you cannot!" barks Hector. "I’ll decide when your punishment is over, not you!"

He picks her up and spins her over on to her back. Then he grabs her legs, hoists them in the air, pushes her knees down against her chest, and pulls her shins wide apart. Sophie is not sure what he is doing, until he brings his hand down with great force upon her naked pussy. She screams and closes her legs, but he pulls them apart again.

"Don’t even think about trying to stop me punishing you!" he shouts. He slaps her hard on the pussy again. It hurts so much that Sophie cannot help closing her legs again.

"What’s going on?" demands Maud, running into the room.

"Sophie stole money from my cash box!" exclaims Hector. "So I’m giving her the punishment she deserves."

Maud shakes her head and tuts at Sophie. "Oh dear me," she says gravely. "I didn’t think you were a thief, Sophie. Here, I’ll give you a hand." She comes over and holds Sophie’s legs wide apart. "Go ahead, dear."

Pain explodes in Sophie’s pussy as Hector spanks her labia again and again. She screams and sobs, but neither her aunt nor her uncle seem to have any sympathy for her whatsoever. After a couple of minutes of this torture, Hector finally stops, with his hand cupping Sophie’s pussy. He slides a couple of fingers into her vagina and begins to finger-fuck her again.

"She might enjoy that, dear," says Maud. "Spank her some more."

"Okay," says Hector. He raises his hand, and slaps it down against Sophie’s labia and clitoris with terrible force. Sophie screams again, and Hector laughs. He slaps her pussy several more times.

By this time, Colin and Alistair have entered the room, and they stare open-mouthed at what is happening.

"Wow, can I have a go?" asks Colin in an awed whisper.

Sophie is desperate for this to end.

Should she humbly apologise for her crime and beg forgiveness?
Or threaten to sue them all?

"Oooh, that’s a good girl," says Hector softly, working another finger into Sophie’s vagina. "You like this kind of punishment, don’t you?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushes her legs forward so that her knees fall to the floor, and then he kneels behind her and unzips his trousers. He presses down on the small of her back with one hand, causing her back to arch and her bottom to stick out invitingly. Pulling her buttocks apart, he slides the full length of his large erection into her abused vagina, and he begins to grunt as he fucks her. Tears begin to roll down Sophie’s cheeks – she knows that resistance is useless, since her uncle weighs at least twice as much as she does, and she is currently pinned beneath him.

Fortunately the ordeal does not last long. Hector groans as he ejaculates inside her, then he rolls off her and sighs with pleasure. Sophie jumps to her feet, pulls up her panties, and runs out of the room. Hector does not bother to stop her or follow her.

Running upstairs, Sophie shuts herself in the bathroom and washes out her vagina as well as she can. Then she goes to her room and throws herself on her bed, sobbing. After a while, she calms down, and tells herself that in future, Colin and the others can go to hell – she will refuse to do their bidding no matter what they threaten her with.

An hour later, she has cried herself out, and is feeling very tired. Her eyelids droop, and then close…

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Then she brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

"That’s more like it!" says Hector. "Well I think you’ve probably learned your lesson by now. You can go."

He lets her get up, and she slowly pulls her panties up against her burning pussy. Hobbling out of the room, she climbs the stairs and goes to her room, where she closes the door and lies down on her bed. She bursts into tears, and spends most of the next hour crying and feeling very sorry for herself. Eventually, feeling very tired, she drifts off to sleep.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie stares at her aunt, who is smiling cheerfully at her. It is as if her abusive punishment at Hector’s hands never happened. Puzzled, she gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Her pussy is still feeling very tender, but it does not hurt nearly as much as it did just after her spanking. She brushes her hair and trots downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

"Oh dear!" says Maud, shaking her head. "You really didn’t want to say that."

"You little shit!" blazes Hector. "Colin, go and grab a wooden spoon from the kitchen." He then continues to slap Sophie’s pussy without mercy.

Colin soon returns with a large wooden spoon.

"All right son," says Hector. "Go for it."

Colin gleefully starts whacking Sophie’s labia with the back of the spoon. It hurts even worse than Hector’s hand, and Sophie screams and wails in pain.

"Can I use this?" asks Alistair eagerly. He is holding a transparent plastic ruler.

"Sure!" says Hector. "Stand aside, Colin."

Alistair now starts raining down blows onto Sophie’s pussy with the flat underside of the ruler. He, Colin and Hector are all laughing merrily, but Maud is looking increasingly uneasy, and eventually she holds up her hand.

"Enough!" she says. "Dear, I don’t like the look of Sophie’s pussy – it’s getting awfully purple."

Hector looks closely, and nods. "Yes, that’s enough Alistair," he says. "Well Sophie, I hope you’ve learned your lesson. You can go now."

Sophie closes her legs and gets up painfully, then she slowly pulls her panties up against her battered, bruised and burning pussy. Hobbling out of the room, she climbs the stairs and goes to her room, where she closes the door and lies down on her bed. She bursts into tears, and spends most of the next hour crying and feeling very sorry for herself. Eventually, feeling very tired, she drifts off to sleep.

"Wakey wakey!" says Maud. "Dear me, didn’t you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie blinks and yawns as she sits up.

"We thought it would be nice," says Maud, "to celebrate your arrival in our household by taking you out to eat. We’ll be leaving in two minutes."

Sophie stares at her aunt, who is smiling cheerfully at her. It is as if her abusive punishment at the hands of Hector, Colin and Alistair never happened. Puzzled, she gets up from her bed and goes to the bathroom, where she washes her face. Her pussy still feels like it is on fire, but it does not hurt nearly as much as it did just after her beating. She brushes her hair and slowly walks downstairs, where the others are waiting.

Should Sophie ask if her own clothes are dry yet?
Or resign herself to going out to eat in a skirt that doesn’t cover her panties?

"You’ll soon see," says Maud, taking Sophie’s hand and helping her out of bed. Sophie, bewildered, is led out of the room before she even has a chance to put anything on her top half. Wearing just her panties, she walks after her aunt and ahead of her uncle as they go to the top of the stairs, and then descend. On the ground floor, Maud stops outside the door to the basement, and solemnly opens it. With Catriona by her side, holding a candle, Maud descends into the basement, followed by a rather nervous Sophie, who wonders why they do not simply switch on the light.

In the basement are several laboratory-style benches, with various bits of equipment lying around in a somewhat disorganised fashion. Maud does not stop, however, and continues to the far end of the basement, where Sophie now sees that an alcove in the left wall contains an old wooden door. Maud opens it, and passes through. Sophie stops, now very nervous indeed, and looks back anxiously at her uncle.

"Colin," says Hector, taking his son’s candle, "Sophie will not be needing her panties in there. Perhaps you could remove them for her."

Should Sophie protest vigorously at this suggestion?
Or meekly allow Colin to take off her panties?

Maud takes Sophie’s hand and helps her out of bed. Bewildered, Sophie is led out of the room before she even has a chance to put anything on her top half. Wearing just her panties, she walks after her aunt and ahead of her uncle as they go to the top of the stairs, and then descend. On the ground floor, Maud stops outside the door to the basement, and solemnly opens it. With Catriona by her side, holding a candle, Maud descends into the basement, followed by a rather nervous Sophie, who wonders why they do not simply switch on the light.

In the basement are several laboratory-style benches, with various bits of equipment lying around in a somewhat disorganised fashion. Maud does not stop, however, and continues to the far end of the basement, where Sophie now sees that an alcove in the left wall contains an old wooden door. Maud opens it, and passes through. Sophie stops, now very nervous indeed, and looks back anxiously at her uncle.

"Colin," says Hector, taking his son’s candle, "Sophie will not be needing her panties in there. Perhaps you could remove them for her."

Should Sophie protest vigorously at this suggestion?
Or meekly allow Colin to take off her panties?

Sophie’s protests are ignored as Colin starts to pull down her panties. She attempts to stop him, but Hector takes hold of her left wrist and Alistair grabs her right, so that she is powerless to prevent her last item of clothing being tugged down to her ankles. She tries to keep her feet planted, so that Colin cannot remove them completely, but he merely pulls up on her little toe until she is forced to raise her foot. Then he grabs her other toe, and thus Sophie finds herself stripped completely naked.

Hector pushes her towards the doorway, and Sophie stumbles on into the next room. As her eyes adjust to the dim light therein, she gasps at what lies before her. Two dentist’s chairs (at least that’s what they look like) sit side by side facing the far wall, in which are set two identical barred gates. Tunnels beyond the gates are too dark for Sophie to make out what might be inside them. She is too distracted, at any rate, by the occupant of the left-hand dentist’s chair. It is Kelly, the extremely pretty girl she met a few hours ago.

Kelly’s legs are bent and splayed wide, and her ankles, knees and wrists are bound to the chair’s arm-rests. As Sophie is led around in front of the chairs, she sees white semen dribbling from Kelly’s vagina. Apparently Hector and/or his sons have been enjoying the poor girl. Kelly’s head is lolling aimlessly, and she does not look up as Sophie approaches. She seems to be drunk, or perhaps to have been drugged.

Sophie is laid upon the empty chair, and her wrists, knees and ankles are bound to the arm-rests, just like Kelly’s. Hector comes around in front of her and smiles. "I suppose you’re wondering what’s going on," he says. "The truth, as you may have gathered from the various unusual creatures that you have probably seen around here, is that I am conducting highly advanced genetic experiments here, and have been for some years. You see, I have long been fascinated with the concept of the human womb as a vehicle for the mass production of my creations. Thus all of my ‘enhanced’ animals have been bred to seek out and procreate inside human females, and to implant their eggs therein. I started out small, and many of my early creations escaped – some have even reached the coast, I’m told.

"But now, my prides and joys, my beloved molluscs, my beautiful twin arioteuthans, have finally come of age. They are not quite what I expected, but they are far more than I ever hoped for. Their many offspring will, I am confident, gestate within a human womb in a matter of hours after implantation. They will then force their way out through the vagina – a rather painful process, I imagine – and, having emerged into the outside world, they will then turn and eat their host." He grins evilly. "Any questions?"

Sophie is utterly shocked, and terrified at the prospect of being impregnated by a giant mollusc, giving birth to its multitudinous offspring, and then being eaten alive.

Should she scream for help?
Or plead for mercy?

Sophie does not resist as Colin pulls down her panties. She steps out of them as he grasps each of her ankles in turn, and thus she is soon completely naked.

Hector pushes her towards the doorway, and Sophie stumbles on into the next room. As her eyes adjust to the dim light therein, she gasps at what lies before her. Two dentist’s chairs (at least that’s what they look like) sit side by side facing the far wall, in which are set two identical barred gates. Tunnels beyond the gates are too dark for Sophie to make out what might be inside them. She is too distracted, at any rate, by the occupant of the left-hand dentist’s chair. It is Kelly, the extremely pretty girl she met a few hours ago.

Kelly’s legs are bent and splayed wide, and her ankles, knees and wrists are bound to the chair’s arm-rests. As Sophie is led around in front of the chairs, she sees white semen dribbling from Kelly’s vagina. Apparently Hector and/or his sons have been enjoying the poor girl. Kelly’s head is lolling aimlessly, and she does not look up as Sophie approaches. She seems to be drunk, or perhaps to have been drugged.

Sophie is laid upon the empty chair, and her wrists, knees and ankles are bound to the arm-rests, just like Kelly’s. Hector comes around in front of her and smiles. "I suppose you’re wondering what’s going on," he says. "The truth, as you may have gathered from the various unusual creatures that you have probably seen around here, is that I am conducting highly advanced genetic experiments here, and have been for some years. You see, I have long been fascinated with the concept of the human womb as a vehicle for the mass production of my creations. Thus all of my ‘enhanced’ animals have been bred to seek out and procreate inside human females, and to implant their eggs therein. I started out small, and many of my early creations escaped – some have even reached the coast, I’m told.

"But now, my prides and joys, my beloved molluscs, my beautiful twin arioteuthans, have finally come of age. They are not quite what I expected, but they are far more than I ever hoped for. Their many offspring will, I am confident, gestate within a human womb in a matter of hours after implantation. They will then force their way out through the vagina – a rather painful process, I imagine – and, having emerged into the outside world, they will then turn and eat their host." He grins evilly. "Any questions?"

Sophie is utterly shocked, and terrified at the prospect of being impregnated by a giant mollusc, giving birth to its multitudinous offspring, and then being eaten alive.

Should she scream for help?
Or plead for mercy?

Hector grimaces at Sophie’s shrill screams. Then he slaps her. "Enough of that!" he snaps. "The arioteuthans are deaf, but I am not."

Kelly, roused from her drug-induced stupor, blearily looks over at Sophie. "S…Sophie," she murmurs softly.

Hector chuckles. "A stroke of luck, Kelly moving into the McAlpine farm. We’d have done this last night except that she was away from home and didn’t get back until this morning. And I couldn’t very well use one of my own daughters…"

He smiles. "Well, I guess I should stop jabbering and get on with it. Colin, Alistair, if you would please raise the gates?"

Sophie struggles wildly against her bonds as her cousins turn large metal wheels, slowly raising the gates in front of her and Kelly. Hector quickly retreats away from the tunnel entrances. Suddenly, Sophie feels the tape binding her right arm to the arm-rest come loose. She hopes nobody noticed, and stops struggling.

A sibilant gurgling or slurping sound comes from somewhere ahead of Sophie, in the dim recesses of the now open tunnel. A dark shape begins to come forward, and Sophie’s hair stands on end.

Should she free her arm and desperately try to break out of the chair?
Or bide her time?

Hector laughs at Sophie’s tearful pleas. "Oh no, Sophie, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. Nothing you can say will make me change my mind."

Kelly, roused from her drug-induced stupor, blearily looks over at Sophie. "S…Sophie," she murmurs softly.

Hector chuckles. "A stroke of luck, Kelly moving into the McAlpine farm. We’d have done this last night except that she was away from home and didn’t get back until this morning. And I couldn’t very well use one of my own daughters…"

He smiles. "Well, I guess I should stop jabbering and get on with it. Colin, Alistair, if you would please raise the gates?"

Sophie struggles wildly against her bonds as her cousins turn large metal wheels, slowly raising the gates in front of her and Kelly. Hector quickly retreats away from the tunnel entrances. Suddenly, Sophie feels the tape binding her right arm to the arm-rest come loose. She hopes nobody noticed, and stops struggling.

A sibilant gurgling or slurping sound comes from somewhere ahead of Sophie, in the dim recesses of the now open tunnel. A dark shape begins to come forward, and Sophie’s hair stands on end.

Should she free her arm and desperately try to break out of the chair?
Or bide her time?

Sophie manages to free her arm, but while she is attempting to loosen the tape on her other arm, Hector leaps forward and grabs her. "Dear me!" he says. "Looks like we didn’t bind you tightly enough. Never mind – that’s easily remedied."

He takes more tape out of his pocket and wraps it several times around Sophie’s wrist and the arm-rest. Sophie struggles, but she is bound far too securely – there is no chance of escape now.

In terror, she watches as a huge, bear-sized creature crawls out of the tunnel entrance. Its skin is a very dark yellow – almost a muddy greenish-brown – and above its shapeless head wave numerous thick tentacles that periodically shrink back into its body, only to re-emerge a moment later. None of the tentacles have suckers, but they look exceedingly slimy. Two bulbous, pale green eyes peer at Sophie from the sides of its head, and as it rears up in front of her, she catches sight of a circular mouth with a parrot-like (but upside-down) beak tucked inside.

She screams in panic, and flails helplessly against the tape binding her limbs. Her pussy, spread wide and displayed openly before the arioteuthan, seems desperately vulnerable to penetration by its tentacles. In mounting fear, Sophie stares at the underside of the creature, which is now sprouting a slender blue tentacle with a bulbous end. Dripping slime, the tentacle extends forward, aiming directly for Sophie’s vagina.

"Come on – let’s get out of here," says Hector. "Lock the door behind us, Maud – we don’t want the arioteuthans getting out before we’re ready for them."

The door shuts, and Sophie strains frantically at her bonds. Panic grips her as the blue tentacle nudges up against her pussy lips.

Should she try to awaken Kelly?
Or attempt to tip the dentist’s chair over?

Sophie keeps still, pretending that all of her limbs are still securely bound. Fearfully she watches as a huge, bear-sized creature crawls out of the tunnel entrance. Its skin is a very dark yellow – almost a muddy greenish-brown – and above its shapeless head wave numerous thick tentacles that periodically shrink back into its body, only to re-emerge a moment later. None of the tentacles have suckers, but they look exceedingly slimy. Two bulbous, pale green eyes peer at Sophie from the sides of its head, and as it rears up in front of her, she catches sight of a circular mouth with a parrot-like (but upside-down) beak tucked inside.

She screams in genuine terror, and flails helplessly against the tape binding her left arm, while merely pretending to flail with her right arm. She is acutely aware that her pussy, spread wide and displayed openly before the arioteuthan, seems desperately vulnerable to penetration by its tentacles. She stares at the underside of the creature, which is now sprouting a slender blue tentacle with a bulbous end. Dripping slime, the tentacle extends forward, aiming directly for Sophie’s vagina.

"Come on – let’s get out of here," says Hector. "Lock the door behind us, Maud – we don’t want the arioteuthans getting out before we’re ready for them."

The door shuts, and Sophie strains frantically at her bonds. Her right arm comes free, and she starts working on her left arm. While she pulls at the heavy-duty tape, the blue tentacle nudges up against her pussy lips.

Should she grab the blue tentacle, to keep it away from her pussy?
Or concentrate on freeing her left arm?

Kelly stirs as she hears her name being called. She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it of fog. "Sophie," she slurs, looking across at Sophie. Her eyes widen as she sees the arioteuthan, with its blue tentacle pushing against Sophie’s vaginal opening. Then she notices her own arioteuthan, which is also extending a tentacle towards her. She starts to struggle, and, perhaps because Maud and Hector were less diligent in binding her because of her drugged condition, quickly works her left hand free.

Meanwhile, Sophie whimpers as the blue tentacle slips inside her vagina. It does not thrust back and forth, though, as a penis would – instead it merely pushes deep, pressing up against her cervix. She groans with pain as the bulbous tip penetrates through to her womb and releases its contents. Then, with a suddenness that makes Sophie gasp, the tentacle slithers out of her and retreats back inside its owner’s body. A yellowish-green tentacle now emerges from between the creature’s eyes, and Sophie eyes it nervously, for a tiny brown spine is protruding from its tip.

Kelly is currently struggling with the blue tentacle, having freed both hands but not her legs. Whenever she tries to work on a leg with one hand, the writhing tentacle manages to get worryingly close to her vagina. Eventually she manages to pull her left leg free despite this difficulty, and it is not long before her right leg is also becoming loose in its bonds.

Sophie yelps as the brown spine jabs into her right breast, just below the nipple. Instantly she feels a warm, drowsy feeling rush through her body, and when she tries to move, she finds that she has been paralysed. Her arioteuthan now slumps to the floor, looking decidedly weak and pale. Its tentacles go limp, and Sophie realises with some surprise that, having accomplished its life purpose, it is now dying.

Kelly is now free, and she climbs unsteadily out of her chair. Her legs, however, are still not functioning well, and she stumbles on to her hands and knees. The arioteuthan’s blue tentacle seizes this opportunity, and Kelly gasps as its bulbous tip pushes into her vagina. She reaches back to try to remove the tentacle, but it is too slippery and too strong, and apparently accomplishes its mission, because it goes limp and slithers back out of her body, its tip bulbous no longer.

Now the yellow-green tentacle emerges, and Sophie spies the brown spine at its tip.

Should she attempt to warn Kelly?
Or wait to see what happens?

Sophie rocks herself left and right, but the chair is far too heavy, and she quickly realises that she has no hope of shifting it. She whimpers as the blue tentacle slips inside her vagina. It does not thrust back and forth, though, as a penis would – instead it merely pushes deep, pressing up against her cervix. She groans with pain as the bulbous tip penetrates through to her womb and releases its contents. Then, with a suddenness that makes Sophie gasp, the tentacle slithers out of her and retreats back inside its owner’s body. A yellowish-green tentacle now emerges from between the creature’s eyes, and Sophie eyes it nervously, for a tiny brown spine is protruding from its tip.

Meanwhile, Kelly is coming to a semblance of consciousness, moaning feebly as her own arioteuthan slips its blue tentacle inside her vagina. She starts to thrash weakly in her bonds, but this seems to be enough – apparently Maud and Hector were less diligent in binding her because of her drugged condition. Her left arm breaks free, and she tries to pull the blue tentacle out of her. But it is too slimy, and too strong, and Kelly cries out as it pushes through her cervix.

Then it is Sophie’s turn to yelp, as the brown spine jabs into her right breast, just below the nipple. Instantly she feels a warm, drowsy feeling rush through her body, and when she tries to move, she finds that she has been paralysed. Her arioteuthan now slumps to the floor, looking decidedly weak and pale. Its tentacles go limp, and Sophie realises with some surprise that, having accomplished its life purpose, it is now dying.

The blue tentacle in Kelly slips limply out of her vagina, and Kelly quickly frees her right arm. Then she spies the spine-tipped tentacle coming toward her, and she prepares to grab it with her hands. As it lunges, she somehow manages to catch it, but it is slippery and she struggles to hold on to it. At last she manages to grasp the brown spine, and she snaps it in two. In doing so, however, she cuts her finger on the end of the spine, and curses. As the creature slumps backwards on to the floor, she hurriedly tries to free her legs.

Two minutes later, Kelly has unwrapped all the tape from around her legs, and climbs unsteadily off the dentist’s chair. She can barely walk, but she manages to struggle over to Sophie’s chair, where she begins to unwrap tape from around Sophie’s left wrist.

"Hey Cutie," she murmurs. "I think … it paralysed me…" Then she slumps to the floor, moaning feebly.

Sophie, also paralysed, feels her terror mounting as she imagines baby arioteuthans growing inside her and getting ready to eat her. The same thing is happening inside Kelly, too. And with both of them unable to move, a grisly end for them both seems inevitable.

Half an hour passes. Then another half hour. Sophie can almost feel her belly growing, though she cannot move her head to look at it. She cannot even cry properly, though a few tears do run down her cheeks from time to time.

Then Kelly stirs. "I think," she says indistinctly, "I must have got only a small dose of poison. I can definitely wiggle my toes now."

Relieved, Sophie wishes she could say something, but she is completely helpless.

Ten minutes later, Kelly is on her feet and working on Sophie’s bonds again. "There," she says, when the last piece of tape is removed. "Now we’re both free. So what do we do next?"

Sophie cannot speak, or she would tell Kelly of their impending doom. Fortunately Kelly is a very practical young woman.

"Looks like we’re both pregnant with the offspring of these … things," she says, kicking the corpse of her arioteuthan rapist. "I for one don’t intend to cut myself open just to get them out, but I’m sure as hell not going to breast-feed them when they pop out. If you’ll forgive my lack of maternal instincts, I intend to smash the little fuckers to a pulp before they can even draw their first breath. And unless you strenuously object, I believe I shall do the same with your little squid pups."

This is music to Sophie’s ears, though she currently cannot express her relief or her gratitude to Kelly.

Two hours later, the bellies of both girls are round and obscenely stretched to the size of beach balls. Kelly, unable to stand while bearing such a weight, has gone back to lying in her dentist’s chair, a fact which Sophie finds rather disturbing. When she herself gets out of this chair, she is never, ever going back to it!

Kelly has not spent her time idly, however. While in the early stages of pregnancy, she attempted to open the wooden door, but without success. On the bright side, she did manage to find an old hammer lying on the floor, and she is currently clutching this useful weapon in her right hand.

It is Sophie, though, who gives birth first. She cannot make a sound, but she screams internally as her vagina stretches wide to allow the passage of a small but fully-formed arioteuthan. It slithers off the chair and on to the floor – Sophie hopes fervently that it takes its time about finding its way back up to her.

Three more arioteuthan babies pop out of her in the next minute, and at this point Kelly begins to give birth to her own little molluscs. As each comes out of her vagina, she cheerfully whacks them with her hammer and they fall to the floor. Whether they are dead or not, neither girl can yet tell.

Wincing internally as two arioteuthans slip out of her at once, Sophie is surprised to hear herself gurgle audibly. Five minutes and twelve baby molluscs later, she thinks she can probably speak intelligibly. But what will she say to her friend Kelly?

Should she warn her that the creatures will eat her if they can?
Or simply thank Kelly for being so wonderful and clever?

Sophie grabs at the end of the tentacle, but it is surprisingly slippery, and as it flails within her grasp she finds her hand sliding up and down the tentacle behind its head. The tentacle pulls back suddenly, and its bulbous tip tries to slip through Sophie’s fist. She clenches hard, and to her shock and alarm, it bursts.

Tiny, pale yellow, wriggling slug-like creatures spray all over Sophie’s belly. There are at least fifteen of them, all writhing feebly. Sophie squishes one between her fingers – it pops like a grape. She does the same with as many of the others as she can find, although a few have already fallen off her and on to the floor.

From the underside of the arioteuthan now emerges a yellowish-green tentacle with a brown spine protruding from its tip. Sophie watches it warily as she works on freeing her left hand. As it draws near, it stabs at her breast, but fortunately she catches it in time with her free hand, and wrestles with it for a couple of minutes. Fortunately it appears to tire more quickly than Sophie, and then, to her relief, the arioteuthan shudders and slumps backwards on to the floor. It seems to be dying, though its great life-purpose has not been fulfilled.

Kelly has not been so fortunate. As Sophie looks across at her new friend, she is just in time to see Kelly get stabbed in the breast with a brown spine. Then Kelly’s arioteuthan, like Sophie’s, slumps to the floor and twitches feebly. Sophie has little doubt that Kelly has been impregnated with fifteen or so baby arioteuthans. She frees her left arm and her legs, and climbs out of the dentist’s chair.

Should she look for a way out?
Or try to awaken Kelly?

Struggling frantically to free her left arm, Sophie whimpers as the blue tentacle slips inside her vagina. It does not thrust back and forth, though, as a penis would – instead it merely pushes deep, pressing up against her cervix. She groans with pain as the bulbous tip penetrates through to her womb and releases its contents. Then, with a suddenness that makes Sophie gasp, the tentacle slithers out of her and retreats back inside its owner’s body. A yellowish-green tentacle now emerges from between the creature’s eyes, and Sophie eyes it nervously, for a tiny brown spine is protruding from its tip.

Fortunately she has by now freed her left arm, so she is easily able to catch the tentacle as it stabs towards her. For over two minutes she wrestles with it, but its strength seems to be diminishing, and eventually the arioteuthan slumps backwards on to the floor, and lies twitching feebly. Sophie gets the distinct impression that, having fulfilled its life-purpose by implanting its offspring in a human host, the creature is now dying.

Its barbed tentacle slithers out of Sophie’s grasp, and she gets to work freeing her legs. Meanwhile, Kelly’s arioteuthan has not only succeeded in impregnating the young woman, it has also stabbed her in the breast with its brown spine. As Sophie climbs out of her chair, she wonders what, if anything, she can do for Kelly.

Should she try to awaken her friend?
Or look for a way out?

No sound escapes from Sophie’s lips – her vocal chords have been paralysed along with the rest of her body. Helplessly she watches as the brown spine stabs into Kelly’s left buttock. Kelly squeals and gets to her feet, but almost immediately she starts to stagger, and within five seconds she slumps back into the chair, sprawled in a state of total paralysis.

Sophie, unable to move, watches fearfully as, over the next three hours or so, her belly and Kelly’s gradually swell to gigantic proportions. She can feel the growing arioteuthans moving around inside her, but can do nothing about them. Then, with mounting horror, she feels a powerful contraction, and something begins to force her vagina open. She screams internally as her opening dilates to a diameter of four inches or so, and a feeling of revulsion grips her as a baby arioteuthan slowly slithers out of her.

Over the next ten minutes, sixteen of the slimy molluscs are born from Sophie’s vagina. By now she is beginning to feel some life returning to her mouth and throat, and thinks she could probably say something. But what should she say?

Should she offer some words of comfort and encouragement to Kelly?
Or tell Kelly that the baby arioteuthans are about to eat them both?

Sophie watches with a mixture of curiosity and unease as the brown spine stabs into Kelly’s left buttock. Kelly squeals and gets to her feet, but almost immediately she starts to stagger, and within five seconds she slumps back into the chair, sprawled in a state of total paralysis.

Sophie remains unable to move as, over the next three hours or so, her belly and Kelly’s gradually swell to gigantic proportions. She can feel the growing arioteuthans moving around inside her, but can do nothing about them. Then, with mounting horror, she feels a powerful contraction, and something begins to force her vagina open. She screams internally as her opening dilates to a diameter of four inches or so, and a feeling of revulsion grips her as a baby arioteuthan slowly slithers out of her.

Over the next ten minutes, sixteen of the slimy molluscs are born from Sophie’s vagina. By now she is beginning to feel some life returning to her mouth and throat, and thinks she could probably say something. But what should she say?

Should she offer some words of comfort and encouragement to Kelly?
Or tell Kelly that the baby arioteuthans are about to eat them both?

Kelly shudders. "Good to know!" she says. "I notice yours haven’t started eating you, though – they all seem to be heading back into the tunnels. Hey, maybe if we can close the gates behind them, they won’t be able to get back out."

This seems unlikely to Sophie, however – the gaps between the bars are far larger than the baby arioteuthans. Nevertheless, she is relieved to learn that she is not going to be eaten right away, at least.

Sophie’s belly is now almost flat again, and she can no longer feel anything moving inside her. She tries to move, but she is still completely paralysed. Only her voice and her eyes seem to work.

"Damn," says Kelly. "Looks like the little fuckers are tougher than they look – my hammer only seems to have killed one of them. The rest must have escaped."

She comes over to stand in front of Sophie, who cannot help thinking what a beautiful body her friend has. Then Kelly stoops and kisses Sophie on the lips. She smiles. "For luck," she says. "Now if we can only get that door open…"

After ten minutes of trying, however, she curses. "It’s solid as a rock," she says. "Damn it – we’ll have to wait until someone comes down here, and then hit them with the hammer or something." Then she stiffens. "Uh-oh … looks like the kids are coming back."

She hurries over to the metal wheels on the wall, and turns them as quickly as she is able. Slowly the left-hand gate comes down, and blocks off the tunnel. Kelly steps over to the next wheel, and manages to get the right-hand gate closed just in time before the first of the arioteuthans reaches the mouth of the tunnel.

The creatures have almost doubled in size, but they can still squeeze through the bars. Kelly backs away fearfully, her hammer held at the ready. Sophie moves her eyes around as much as she can without turning her head, and they light on one of the metal posts sticking out of the ground beside her chair.

Should she suggest Kelly uproot one of these posts, and use it as a weapon?
Or let Kelly protect them both as she sees fit?

Kelly smiles. "You’re welcome, Cutie!" she says. Then she looks down the left-hand tunnel. "Your babies all seem to be heading back into the tunnels – hopefully they’ll stay there. Hey, maybe if we can close the gates behind them, they won’t be able to get back out."

This seems unlikely to Sophie, however – the gaps between the bars are far larger than the baby arioteuthans. Nevertheless, she is relieved to learn that she is not going to be eaten right away, at least.

Sophie’s belly is now almost flat again, and she can no longer feel anything moving inside her. She tries to move, but she is still completely paralysed. Only her voice and her eyes seem to work.

"Damn," says Kelly. "Looks like the little fuckers are tougher than they look – my hammer only seems to have killed one of them. The rest must have escaped."

She comes over to stand in front of Sophie, who cannot help thinking what a beautiful body her friend has. Then Kelly stoops and kisses Sophie on the lips. She smiles. "For luck," she says. "Now if we can only get that door open…"

After ten minutes of trying, however, she curses. "It’s solid as a rock," she says. "Damn it – we’ll have to wait until someone comes down here, and then hit them with the hammer or something." Then she stiffens. "Uh-oh … looks like the kids are coming back."

She hurries over to the metal wheels on the wall, and turns them as quickly as she is able. Slowly the left-hand gate comes down, and blocks off the tunnel. Kelly steps over to the next wheel, and manages to get the right-hand gate closed just in time before the first of the arioteuthans reaches the mouth of the tunnel.

The creatures have almost doubled in size, but they can still squeeze through the bars. Kelly backs away fearfully, her hammer held at the ready. Sophie moves her eyes around as much as she can without turning her head, and they light on one of the metal posts sticking out of the ground beside her chair.

Should she suggest Kelly uproot one of these posts, and use it as a weapon?
Or let Kelly protect them both as she sees fit?

Sophie goes to the door, but it seems very solid, and there is not even a keyhole on this side of the door for her to pick. Not that she has anything she could pick a lock with. With a sigh she wanders around the room, looking for something useful. Then she spies something, and stoops to pick it up. It is an old and well-used hammer, and her spirits lift – she could use this as a weapon if need be.

Then it occurs to her that she could also, perhaps, use something else. The arioteuthans may be dead, but perhaps their poison glands are still intact. If she could retrieve the glands, and the brown hypodermic spines, perhaps she could even paralyse the next person to come through the door.

On the other hand, the thought of hacking into the corpse of one of those creatures fills her with revulsion.

Should she attempt to extract a poison gland from a dead arioteuthan?
Or simply bang on the door until somebody comes?

Kelly’s eyelids flutter, and slowly open. A faint gargling sound escapes from her throat, but she apparently cannot talk. Sophie kisses her on the forehead, and then tries to think what to do next. She goes to the door, but it seems very solid, and there is not even a keyhole on this side of the door for her to pick. Not that she has anything she could pick a lock with. With a sigh she wanders around the room, looking for something useful. Then she spies something, and stoops to pick it up. It is an old and well-used hammer, and her spirits lift – she could use this as a weapon if need be.

Then it occurs to her that she could also, perhaps, use something else. The arioteuthans may be dead, but perhaps their poison glands are still intact. If she could retrieve the glands, and the brown hypodermic spines, perhaps she could even paralyse the next person to come through the door.

On the other hand, the thought of hacking into the corpse of one of those creatures fills her with revulsion.

Should she attempt to extract a poison gland from a dead arioteuthan?
Or simply bang on the door until somebody comes?

"Thanks Cutie," croaks Kelly, apparently finding speech difficult. "Perhaps they’ll let us go now that we’ve given birth to their monsters."

Sophie knows better, but does not want to make Kelly’s final moments any worse by telling her what is going to happen to them both. She half expects to be eaten at any moment, but, strangely, nothing is yet biting into her. Then she sees that the baby arioteuthans are crawling back into the tunnel from which their parent came. This fills her with hope, but it is a cautious hope.

Fifteen minutes later, it also proves to be an unfounded hope. The arioteuthans begin to emerge from the tunnel again, and they have already doubled in size, at least. Sophie’s breathing quickens in panic as the slimy body of one of the babies starts to crawl up over her pussy.

Then Kelly screams. "It’s biting me!" she cries.

At that moment, the door opens, and Sophie hears quick footsteps behind her. A shadow falls across her, and somebody walks into her field of view. To her surprise, it is Catriona.

The young girl shudders at the sight of the arioteuthan on Sophie’s belly, and she gingerly flicks it off with her foot. "Here’s the deal," she says, injecting a hypodermic needle into Sophie’s shoulder. "I like you, so I’m going to help you escape. But we don’t have much time." She squeezes the plunger, and Sophie begins to feel life return to her limbs as Catriona works on unwrapping the tape from around her wrists, ankles and knees.

"Help!" shrieks Kelly. "I’m being eaten!"

"We have to leave her," says Catriona firmly. "Dad’s going to be furious with me for helping you to escape, but he’ll forgive me as long as the arioteuthans have someone to feed on." She helps Sophie to her feet. "Come on! We have to go now – this is your only chance."

Should Sophie follow Catriona out of the room?
Or refuse to leave without Kelly?

"Oh my God!" croaks Kelly, apparently finding speech difficult. "And I was thinking things couldn’t get much worse! What are we going to do?"

Sophie has no response to this, but, as the next minute ticks by, she is a little surprised not to feel anything start to eat her. Then she sees that the baby arioteuthans are crawling back into the tunnel from which their parent came. This fills her with hope, but it is a cautious hope.

Fifteen minutes later, it also proves to be an unfounded hope. The arioteuthans begin to emerge from the tunnel again, and they have already doubled in size, at least. Sophie’s breathing quickens in panic as the slimy body of one of the babies starts to crawl up over her pussy.

Then Kelly screams. "It’s biting me!" she cries.

At that moment, the door opens, and Sophie hears quick footsteps behind her. A shadow falls across her, and somebody walks into her field of view. To her surprise, it is Catriona.

The young girl shudders at the sight of the arioteuthan on Sophie’s belly, and she gingerly flicks it off with her foot. "Here’s the deal," she says, injecting a hypodermic needle into Sophie’s shoulder. "I like you, so I’m going to help you escape. But we don’t have much time." She squeezes the plunger, and Sophie begins to feel life return to her limbs as Catriona works on unwrapping the tape from around her wrists, ankles and knees.

"Help!" shrieks Kelly. "I’m being eaten!"

"We have to leave her," says Catriona firmly. "Dad’s going to be furious with me for helping you to escape, but he’ll forgive me as long as the arioteuthans have someone to feed on." She helps Sophie to her feet. "Come on! We have to go now – this is your only chance."

Should Sophie follow Catriona out of the room?
Or refuse to leave without Kelly?

"Great idea!" says Kelly, running over to the nearest post. She tries to yank it back and forth, but it does not move even a millimetre. "Fuck!" she says. Then she hurries over to Sophie and swings her hammer at an arioteuthan which is just about to reach Sophie’s pussy. It falls on to the floor beside the chair, rolls over, then it rears up and hisses at the girls. More arioteuthans are surrounding them all the time.

Then Kelly stiffens as she hears the sound of a key in the door. She hurries over to stand behind the door as it opens. Sophie cannot see what is going on, but she hears a thud and a brief groan. Then she hears Kelly gasp.

"It’s Catriona!" she says. "She’s alone. Come on Cutie – this is our chance."

She comes over to Sophie’s chair, and puts her arms under Sophie’s back and knees. With an effort, she lifts Sophie out of the chair and starts carrying her towards the door. Passing through into the main part of the basement, she sets Sophie down and goes back to examine Catriona.

"She’s out cold," she says. "Should we lock her in here, do you think? If we don’t, she might wake up and alert her family."

This is a bit of a moral dilemma for Sophie.

Should she tell Kelly to lock Catriona in the room?
Or tell Kelly that she doesn’t want a death – even Catriona’s – on her conscience?

"Well, here goes!" says Kelly, hitting one of the arioteuthans with her hammer. The creature recoils, but does not seem particularly injured. "Damn, they’re tough!" she says. Then she hurries over to Sophie and swings her hammer at an arioteuthan which is just about to reach Sophie’s pussy. It falls on to the floor beside the chair, rolls over, then it rears up and hisses at the girls. More arioteuthans are surrounding them all the time.

Then Kelly stiffens as she hears the sound of a key in the door. She hurries over to stand behind the door as it opens. Sophie cannot see what is going on, but she hears a thud and a brief groan. Then she hears Kelly gasp.

"It’s Catriona!" she says. "She’s alone. Come on Cutie – this is our chance."

She comes over to Sophie’s chair, and puts her arms under Sophie’s back and knees. With an effort, she lifts Sophie out of the chair and starts carrying her towards the door. Passing through into the main part of the basement, she sets Sophie down and goes back to examine Catriona.

"She’s out cold," she says. "Should we lock her in here, do you think? If we don’t, she might wake up and alert her family."

This is a bit of a moral dilemma for Sophie.

Should she tell Kelly to lock Catriona in the room?
Or tell Kelly that she doesn’t want a death – even Catriona’s – on her conscience?

Sophie nervously approaches one of the arioteuthans, looking for the tentacle with the brown-spined tip. Unfortunately, however, it appears to have retreated back inside the animal, and its point of emergence was somewhere in the region of which Sophie finds it helpful to think of as the creature’s ‘chest’. And since the arioteuthan died on its front, there seems little hope of getting at its chest unless she can roll it over. She tries this, but fails – it is too heavy to move.

Should Sophie now try banging on the door until somebody comes?
Or wait to see what comes out of Kelly?

Sophie starts banging on the door with the hammer, but after twenty minutes of this she is exhausted, and nobody has come to investigate the noise. Probably, she thinks to herself, nobody can even hear it. With a sigh, she sits back down on her chair and simply waits for something to happen with Kelly.

Over the next three hours, Kelly’s belly grows to beach ball-sized proportions, making Sophie very nervous indeed. Then Kelly gargles, trying to talk, and Sophie gets up and leans in close to hear what Kelly is saying.

"Kill … anything that … comes out of me," croaks Kelly.

Sophie nods, and busies herself with unwrapping the tape from around Kelly’s wrists, ankles and knees. Ten minutes later, Kelly groans, and Sophie watches with disgusted fascination as her friend’s vaginal opening dilates to a diameter of several inches. A pale, slimy, greenish-yellow object starts to emerge from Kelly’s cunt, and Sophie readies her hammer. As the tentacled creature, about the size of a guinea pig, slithers free and begins to slide down the chair, Sophie clumsily strikes it with the hammer.

Startled but apparently none the worse for wear, the creature begins crawling towards the nearest tunnel entrance with a lurching motion. Sophie keeps trying to hit it, but her hammer simply bounces off the arioteuthan’s rubbery flesh. By the time it escapes out of reach, several more babies have slithered out of Kelly’s vagina.

Sophie keeps trying to kill them, but since they do not seem to be attempting to eat either her or Kelly, she starts to wonder whether perhaps her uncle was simply trying to scare her. Eventually, getting the hang of using the sharp end of the hammer’s head, she manages to pierce and kill two of the arioteuthans – the rest escape into the tunnel.

After the seventeenth baby has been born, Kelly’s belly seems pretty much back to its old shape, and no more creatures emerge. "Thanks Cutie," says Kelly, seeming exhausted.

Sophie uses the wall-mounted metal wheels to close the gates, though she guesses that the gaps between the bars are too big to prevent a baby arioteuthan from getting through. Ten minutes later, her fears are confirmed when the babies return, having more than doubled in size since their birth. Their skin also looks darker, and tougher, than before. They squeeze through the bars, and Sophie nervously backs away until she is standing next to Kelly’s chair.

Then she hears a key turning in the lock, and she hurries over to stand behind the door.

Should she hit over the head whoever comes through the door?
Or wait to see who it is?

Sophie starts banging on the door with the hammer, but after twenty minutes of this she is exhausted, and nobody has come to investigate the noise. Probably, she thinks to herself, nobody can even hear it. With a sigh, she lies back down in her chair and simply waits for something to happen.

Over the next three hours, her belly and Kelly’s both grow to beach ball-sized proportions, making Sophie very nervous indeed. She can feel things moving around inside her, which is a very disturbing sensation. Then Kelly gargles, trying to talk, and Sophie struggles out of her chair and leans close to Kelly to hear what her friend is saying.

"Kill … anything that … comes out of me," croaks Kelly.

Sophie nods, and starts unwrapping the tape from around Kelly’s wrists, ankles and knees. Ten minutes later, she groans as a contraction grips her abdomen. She climbs slowly back into her chair and spreads her legs. As her vagina starts to stretch wide open, she groans with pain and attempts to breathe the way actresses do in movie birthing scenes. Then she pushes.

The first arioteuthan baby slithers out of her, leaving Sophie panting, but her relief is short-lived. Over the next ten minutes, fifteen more babies emerge from her tortured vagina. So far none has attempted to turn and eat her, for which she is grateful … but, not wanting to take any chances, she gets up from her chair as soon as she cannot feel any more babies inside her. To her surprise, all of the arioteuthans seem to be heading back into the tunnels from which their parents originally came. Sophie makes a token effort to kill a few of the stragglers, but her hammer bounces off their rubbery flesh and they manage to escape.

As soon as the last of Kelly’s babies has entered the left-hand tunnel, Sophie uses the metal wheels on the wall to bring down the gates. She has little hope that they will stop the babies, should they choose to return: the bars are set too wide apart. But it seems like the right thing to do.

"Well done Cutie," mumbles Kelly, exhausted, and still apparently paralysed.

Ten minutes later, however, the babies return, having more than doubled in size since their birth. Their skin also looks darker, and tougher, than before. They squeeze through the bars, and Sophie nervously backs away until she is standing next to Kelly’s chair.

Then she hears a key turning in the lock, and she hurries over to stand behind the door.

Should she hit over the head whoever comes through the door?
Or wait to see who it is?

Sophie hurries out of the room after Catriona, who turns and locks the door behind them. Kelly’s screams are reduced to faint, muffled sounds, and Sophie shudders as she follows Catriona to the far end of the basement. Climbing the stairs cautiously, the two girls open the door at the top and emerge into the darkness of the front hall. Together they creep stealthily through the kitchen to the back door, which Catriona opens.

"Quickly," she says. "Run through the woods and don’t even rest until you’ve put a couple of miles between yourself and this house. You’ll hit the river eventually – use it to hide your trail. Dad’s dogs are excellent trackers and they’ll have you back in no time if you stay on solid ground. Now run!"

Sophie hugs Catriona, then, completely naked, she runs for the trees. Soon she is weaving her way through the forest, just barely able to see where she is going by the light of a gibbous moon. She has no money, no clothes, nowhere to go and nobody to turn to … but at least she is alive…

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Catriona swears. "Damn it," she says. "All right."

She and Sophie hurry over to Kelly, and pull off the arioteuthan that is taking small chunks of flesh out of Kelly’s thigh with its beak. Another arioteuthan is biting into her left breast – Catriona flicks it off with her shoe. Then she and Sophie put Kelly’s arms around their necks, and haul her out of the dentist’s chair. As they struggle out of the little room, the arioteuthans follow with surprising speed … but Catriona manages to close the door and lock it just in time.

"I’m going to get into heaps of trouble for this," she mutters. "I’ll be lucky if Dad doesn’t throw me in there for the arioteuthans."

"He wouldn’t, surely?" gasps Kelly, able to talk but otherwise still completely paralysed.

"Probably not," admits Catriona, "but he does care an awful lot about those things. Wait here."

Sophie lowers Kelly to the floor, while Catriona trots to the far side of the basement. When she returns, the fourteen-year-old is carrying another syringe. She bends down and injects Kelly. Half a minute later, Kelly is able to get to her feet unaided.

Climbing the basement stairs cautiously, the three girls open the door at the top and emerge into the darkness of the front hall. Together they creep stealthily through the kitchen to the back door, which Catriona opens.

"Quickly," she says. "Run to Kelly’s house and don’t stop until you are safely there. Then, I suppose, you should call the police."

"Come with us," says Kelly.

Catriona shakes her head sadly. "I love my family," she says.

Sophie and Kelly hug Catriona, then, completely naked, they run for the woods. Following the treeline, and guided by the light of a gibbous moon, they make their way across country towards Kelly’s family’s estate. Eventually they are so tired that they have to slow down to a walk. In the semi-darkness, Kelly’s hand finds Sophie’s.

"You’ll come and live with me, right?" she says. "I’ll look after you."

Sophie squeezes Kelly’s hand, and smiles. She has no money, no clothes, and no family, but she has Kelly, and she is happy.

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Kelly nods, and locks the door with Catriona’s key. Then she lifts Sophie up again, and carries her across the basement to the staircase. Then, with a great effort, she somehow she manages to get Sophie up the stairs and through the door into the front hall. From there she carries Sophie to the back door, which she carefully and quietly opens.

Outside, Kelly carries Sophie for a couple of hundred yards before having to put her down. "My arms!" she groans. "Sorry Cutie, I have to rest for a bit."

Ten minutes later, she picks Sophie up again and carries her for another short distance before putting her down again. They rest a while longer, then repeat the process.

After an hour, they hear a sound that sends chills down both of their spines. It is the sound of barking dogs. Sophie can imagine what this means: that their escape has been discovered, and now they are being tracked.

"Oh babe, I’m sorry," says Kelly, bursting into tears. "I tried – I really did."

Should Sophie tell Kelly to leave her and run home alone?
Or ask Kelly to kiss her?

Kelly nods, and goes back for Catriona. Having hauled the fourteen-year-old out of the little room, she closes the door and locks it with Catriona’s key.

Then Catriona stirs, and groans. "You hit me!" she complains, putting a hand to her head. "When I was trying to help you!"

"You were?" says Kelly in surprise.

"Yes! I even brought some antidote to the arioteuthans’ venom." She pulls a syringe out of her pocket. "See?"

"Oh God, I’m sorry," says Kelly. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," says Catriona. "I suppose I don’t blame you for hitting me." She leans over towards Sophie, and injects her in the shoulder. "This should take the paralysis off."

Indeed, Sophie feels life returning to her limbs almost immediately, and she gets to her feet, flexing her fingers and toes with a great sense of relief.

"We need to hurry," says Catriona, getting to her feet and rubbing her head. "Follow me."

She leads them to the far end of the basement, then she turns and puts her finger to her lips. Climbing the basement stairs cautiously, the three girls open the door at the top and emerge into the darkness of the front hall. Together they creep stealthily through the kitchen to the back door, which Catriona opens.

"Quickly," she says. "Run to Kelly’s house and don’t stop until you are safely there. Then, I suppose, you should call the police. I love my Dad, but I know he’s crazy, and I couldn’t let him feed you to his pets. Mind you, when he finds out what I’ve done, he might just throw me into that room and lock the door. He loves those arioteuthans."

"Come with us," says Kelly.

Catriona shakes her head sadly. "I love my family," she says.

Sophie and Kelly hug Catriona, then, completely naked, they run for the woods. Following the treeline, and guided by the light of a gibbous moon, they make their way across country towards Kelly’s family’s estate. Eventually they are so tired that they have to slow down to a walk. In the semi-darkness, Kelly’s hand finds Sophie’s.

"You’ll come and live with me, right?" she says. "I’ll look after you."

Sophie squeezes Kelly’s hand, and smiles. She has no money, no clothes, and no family, but she has Kelly, and she is happy.

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Over the next three hours, Kelly’s belly grows to beach ball-sized proportions, making Sophie very nervous indeed. Then Kelly gargles, trying to talk, and Sophie gets up and leans in close to hear what Kelly is saying.

"Kill … anything that … comes out of me," croaks Kelly.

Sophie nods, and busies herself with unwrapping the tape from around Kelly’s wrists, ankles and knees. Ten minutes later, Kelly groans, and Sophie watches with disgusted fascination as her friend’s vaginal opening dilates to a diameter of several inches. A pale, slimy, greenish-yellow object starts to emerge from Kelly’s cunt, and Sophie readies her hammer. As the tentacled creature, about the size of a guinea pig, slithers free and begins to slide down the chair, Sophie clumsily strikes it with the hammer.

Startled but apparently none the worse for wear, the creature begins crawling towards the nearest tunnel entrance with a lurching motion. Sophie keeps trying to hit it, but her hammer simply bounces off the arioteuthan’s rubbery flesh. By the time it escapes out of reach, several more babies have slithered out of Kelly’s vagina.

Sophie keeps trying to kill them, but since they do not seem to be attempting to eat either her or Kelly, she starts to wonder whether perhaps her uncle was simply trying to scare her. Eventually, getting the hang of using the sharp end of the hammer’s head, she manages to pierce and kill two of the arioteuthans – the rest escape into the tunnel.

After the seventeenth baby has been born, Kelly’s belly seems pretty much back to its old shape, and no more creatures emerge. "Thanks Cutie," says Kelly, seeming exhausted.

Sophie uses the wall-mounted metal wheels to close the gates, though she guesses that the gaps between the bars are too big to prevent a baby arioteuthan from getting through. Ten minutes later, her fears are confirmed when the babies return, having more than doubled in size since their birth. Their skin also looks darker, and tougher, than before. They squeeze through the bars, and Sophie nervously backs away until she is standing next to Kelly’s chair.

Then she hears a key turning in the lock, and she hurries over to stand behind the door.

Should she hit over the head whoever comes through the door?
Or wait to see who it is?

As a female figure enters the room, Sophie hits her rather clumsily on the back of the head. Then she gasps – it is Catriona.

"Jesus!" cries the fourteen-year-old, stumbling forward and clutching at her head. "That fucking hurt! I came to help you, you know!"

Sophie instantly apologises, and Catriona nods and waves her hand. "All right, all right," she says. "I suppose I can’t blame you. But we have to hurry."

"Help!" shrieks Kelly. "They’re biting me!"

"We have to leave her," says Catriona firmly to Sophie. "Dad’s going to be furious with me for helping you to escape, but he’ll forgive me as long as the arioteuthans have someone to feed on."

"You can’t leave me!" wails Kelly. "Don’t let them eat me!"

"Come on!" insists Catriona. "We have to go now – this is your only chance."

Should Sophie follow Catriona out of the room?
Or refuse to leave without Kelly?

As a female figure enters the room, Sophie prepares to hit her with the hammer, until she realises that it is Catriona.

The fourteen-year-old sees Sophie’s empty chair, and whirls around. Seeing Sophie standing there with an upraised hammer, ready to strike, she holds up her hands. "Don’t hit me!" she says. "I came to help you."

Sophie lowers her hammer, and raises an eyebrow rather sceptically.

"I like you," Catriona explains matter-of-factly, "and I didn’t want you to die. That’s why I’m helping you. But we have to hurry."

"Help!" shrieks Kelly. "They’re biting me!"

"We have to leave her," says Catriona firmly to Sophie. "Dad’s going to be furious with me for helping you to escape, but he’ll forgive me as long as the arioteuthans have someone to feed on."

"You can’t leave me!" wails Kelly. "Don’t let them eat me!"

"Come on!" insists Catriona. "We have to go now – this is your only chance."

Should Sophie follow Catriona out of the room?
Or refuse to leave without Kelly?

Over the next three hours, her belly and Kelly’s both grow to beach ball-sized proportions, making Sophie very nervous indeed. She can feel things moving around inside her, which is a very disturbing sensation. Then Kelly gargles, trying to talk, and Sophie struggles out of her chair and leans close to Kelly to hear what her friend is saying.

"Kill … anything that … comes out of me," croaks Kelly.

Sophie nods, and starts unwrapping the tape from around Kelly’s wrists, ankles and knees. Ten minutes later, she groans as a contraction grips her abdomen. She climbs slowly back into her chair and spreads her legs. As her vagina starts to stretch wide open, she groans with pain and attempts to breathe the way actresses do in movie birthing scenes. Then she pushes.

The first arioteuthan baby slithers out of her, leaving Sophie panting, but her relief is short-lived. Over the next ten minutes, fifteen more babies emerge from her tortured vagina. So far none has attempted to turn and eat her, for which she is grateful … but, not wanting to take any chances, she gets up from her chair as soon as she cannot feel any more babies inside her. To her surprise, all of the arioteuthans seem to be heading back into the tunnels from which their parents originally came. Sophie makes a token effort to kill a few of the stragglers, but her hammer bounces off their rubbery flesh and they manage to escape.

As soon as the last of Kelly’s babies has entered the left-hand tunnel, Sophie uses the metal wheels on the wall to bring down the gates. She has little hope that they will stop the babies, should they choose to return: the bars are set too wide apart. But it seems like the right thing to do.

"Well done Cutie," mumbles Kelly, exhausted, and still apparently paralysed.

Ten minutes later, however, the babies return, having more than doubled in size since their birth. Their skin also looks darker, and tougher, than before. They squeeze through the bars, and Sophie nervously backs away until she is standing next to Kelly’s chair.

Then she hears a key turning in the lock, and she hurries over to stand behind the door.

Should she hit over the head whoever comes through the door?
Or wait to see who it is?

Kelly’s face crumples in tears, but she nods. "I’ll call the police and get them to come and rescue you," she says. "Try to stall Hector as long as you can. The more time you can buy me, the more chance I’ll have of getting you rescued."

She kisses Sophie on the lips, then runs off into the darkness. The barking of the dogs draws nearer and nearer, and, two minutes later, Sophie finds herself surrounded by huge, snarling hounds.

"You!" says Hector, looking furious. "Still paralysed, I see. So where’s Kelly?"

Sophie makes a gargling sound, pretending that her voice is not working. Hector snorts. "Very well," he says. "I suppose you’re not going anywhere – I’ll leave a couple of dogs here to guard you, and I’ll go and retrieve your friend." He barks some commands to his dogs, and then runs off with them up the hill, leaving two very mean-looking hounds to watch Sophie.

Sophie mentally crosses her fingers, hoping that somehow Kelly will get back to her farm in time. She is not sure how far it is, but she is very worried that the dogs will catch up to Kelly before she can get there.

Ten minutes later, Hector returns, and he lifts Sophie up as easily as if she were a pillow. Jogging back towards the house, he says nothing, and Sophie cannot help wondering what happened.

Should she ask if he caught Kelly?
Or keep quiet?

Kelly smiles sadly at Sophie. "Of course, Cutie," she says. She lays Sophie down on the grass, then lies on top of her and kisses her softly on the lips. She slips her tongue into Sophie’s mouth, and French-kisses her for a full minute while stroking her breast. Then she slides her hand down Sophie’s belly and begins to stroke her pussy.

Though Sophie cannot move, she can feel everything, and she starts to moan in pleasure as Kelly expertly caresses her clitoris through its fleshy hood. Ignoring the nearing sounds of the dogs, she sighs happily as she feels Kelly’s finger slide up into her vagina.

Then the dogs arrive, and with them, Hector.

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Catriona swears. "Damn it," she says. "All right."

She and Sophie hurry over to Kelly, and pull off the arioteuthan that is taking small chunks of flesh out of Kelly’s thigh with its beak. Another arioteuthan is biting into her left breast – Catriona flicks it off with her shoe. Then she takes a hypodermic syringe out of her pocket, and injects something into Kelly’s shoulder. Mere seconds later, Kelly’s limbs twitch, and then she sits up. Climbing out of the chair, she glares at Catriona, but Catriona merely scowls back.

"I’m going to get into heaps of trouble for this," she mutters as the three of them hurry out of the little room. "I’ll be lucky if Dad doesn’t throw me in there for the arioteuthans."

"He wouldn’t, surely?" asks Kelly, shocked.

"Probably not," admits Catriona, "but he does care an awful lot about those things."

She leads them to the far end of the basement, whereupon she turns and puts her finger to her lips. Climbing the basement stairs cautiously, the three girls open the door at the top and emerge into the darkness of the front hall. Together they creep stealthily through the kitchen to the back door, which Catriona opens.

"Quickly," she says. "Run to Kelly’s house and don’t stop until you are safely there. Then, I suppose, you should call the police."

"Come with us," says Kelly.

Catriona shakes her head sadly. "I love my family," she says.

Sophie and Kelly hug Catriona, then, completely naked, they run for the woods. Following the treeline, and guided by the light of a gibbous moon, they make their way across country towards Kelly’s family’s estate. Eventually they are so tired that they have to slow down to a walk. In the semi-darkness, Kelly’s hand finds Sophie’s.

"You’ll come and live with me, right?" she says. "I’ll look after you."

Sophie squeezes Kelly’s hand, and smiles. She has no money, no clothes, and no family, but she has Kelly, and she is happy.

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"Oh, you can talk, can you?" inquires Hector. "No, I didn’t catch Kelly. The dogs came damn close, but that girl can really run. Now I suppose she’s calling the police. Well, I must say that’s most unwise of her, since she left poor Catriona to be arioteuthan food – and Cat was actually trying to help you! Foolish girl. Fortunately I think she’ll live, though she’ll wish she hadn’t after I’ve got through with her. As for you, young Sophie, I suppose I’d better keep you alive, though I’ll have to inject you with some more arioteuthan venom, so that you don’t tell the police anything you shouldn’t. Then it’ll be Kelly’s word against mine and my family’s. By the time the police arrive, Colin and Alistair will have the basement fixed up so there is no sign of the room you escaped from, nor of the arioteuthans. Kelly will seem like a raving loony." He chuckles.

Sophie hates him more than ever before, though she is glad to hear that Catriona survived, and feels terribly guilty about leaving her to be eaten when she was merely trying to help. Still unable to move, she is powerless to resist as Hector carries her into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom, where he puts her to bed and covers her with the sheets. Cockroaches immediately begin to roam over her naked body, and soon they are beginning to crawl inside her vagina.

Maud comes in, ten minutes later, and she glares at Sophie. "Here," she says shortly. "This will help you sleep." She injects Sophie with something. "Rest assured," she adds, as Sophie feels consciousness fleeing from her, "you’ll be fed to the arioteuthans yet."

Then Sophie’s eyes close, and she knows no more…

When she awakes, someone is looking down at her. She blinks a few times, trying to focus.

It is Kelly. "Good morning Cutie!" she says. "Do you want the good news, or the even better news?"

Should Sophie ask for the good news?
Or the even better news?

Hector says nothing until he reaches the front door of the house. "You might like to know," he says, "that Catriona will most probably live. I can’t believe you left her to get eaten, particularly when she was trying to help you. Foolish girl. She’ll wish she had got eaten by the time I’m done with her." He chuckles.

Sophie hates him more than ever before, though she is glad to hear that Catriona survived, and feels terribly guilty about leaving her to be eaten when she was merely trying to help. Still unable to move, she is powerless to resist as Hector carries her into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom, where he puts her to bed and covers her with the sheets. Cockroaches immediately begin to roam over her naked body, and soon they are beginning to crawl inside her vagina.

Maud comes in, ten minutes later, and she glares at Sophie. "Here," she says shortly. "This will help you sleep." She injects Sophie with something. "Rest assured," she adds, as Sophie feels consciousness fleeing from her, "you’ll be fed to the arioteuthans yet."

Then Sophie’s eyes close, and she knows no more…

When she awakes, someone is looking down at her. She blinks a few times, trying to focus.

It is Kelly. "Good morning Cutie!" she says. "Do you want the good news, or the even better news?"

Should Sophie ask for the good news?
Or the even better news?

"The good news," says Kelly, "is that Hector is in jail, and his bloody arioteuthans are being sent to a lab in Glasgow for analysis. Maud will probably go to prison too, after you tell the police what you know." She grins. "And the better news is: you’re going to be living here with us, from now on! Won’t that be fun?" She leans over and kisses Sophie on the lips.

Sophie smiles happily, and nods.

"Oh, and by the way," says Kelly, her smile fading, "you’ll be glad to know, I hope, that Catriona survived. Apparently she was trying to help us, poor thing. I feel really awful about leaving her to be eaten. We’ll have to make it up to her, okay?" She kisses Sophie again. "Hey, you know what finally got the police to arrest Hector, after he had cleverly bullshitted his way through all of their questions? It was little Suzy, bless her. As the police were leaving the house, she said to her mum, ‘Are we going to take Sophie back down to the basement now?’ You should have seen how quickly the police turned around! Hector started running, they jumped on him … oh, it was hilarious." She smiles down at Sophie, then gets to her feet. "I’ll go and make you some breakfast." She leans down and strokes Sophie’s cheek. "You happy, Cutie?"

Sophie leans her cheek into Kelly’s caress. She is very happy indeed.

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"The even better news," says Kelly, "is: you’re going to be living here with us, from now on! Won’t that be fun?" She leans over and kisses Sophie on the lips. "And the merely good news is that Hector is in jail, and his bloody arioteuthans are being sent to a lab in Glasgow for analysis. Maud will probably go to prison too, after you tell the police what you know."

Sophie nods, though the thought of facing her aunt and uncle in court is an unpleasant one.

"Oh, and by the way," says Kelly, her smile fading, "you’ll be glad to know, I hope, that Catriona survived. Apparently she was trying to help us, poor thing. I feel really awful about leaving her to be eaten. We’ll have to make it up to her, okay?" She kisses Sophie again. "Hey, you know what finally got the police to arrest Hector, after he had cleverly bullshitted his way through all of their questions? It was little Suzy, bless her. As the police were leaving the house, she said to her mum, ‘Are we going to take Sophie back down to the basement now?’ You should have seen how quickly the police turned around! Hector started running, they jumped on him … oh, it was hilarious." She smiles down at Sophie, then gets to her feet. "I’ll go and make you some breakfast." She leans down and strokes Sophie’s cheek. "You happy, Cutie?"

Sophie leans her cheek into Kelly’s caress. She is very happy indeed.

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Sophie's Choices

by Arthur Saxon