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BR&T date: 1954 to 1956

"That's the last time I listen to Jeff and his friends!" came a furious utterance. Kathy strode into the room, threw herself down on her bed, and began sobbing.

"Why? What happened?" asked Ariana, from her own bed across the room. "What did they do this time?" She had been the favored target of 'Jeff and his friends' for over two years, and knew they were capable of nearly anything. Anything hurtful and mean, that is.

"They told me they'd let me play a fun game with them, called Stop The Traffic," Kathy cried. "It wasn't any fun at all! Not for me, I mean. They had lots of fun, by making fun of me."

Ariana recalled hearing that line before, only with a different game mentioned. She was surprised, but a little relieved, that they were starting in on Kathy already, since she was still a couple of months shy of six. "Never play games they suggest. They're never fun!" she warned. "What sort of 'game' was this one? I haven't heard of it before."

"They took me up onto the overpass across the highway. The one the truck ran into and almost broke, so nobody uses it anymore, you know? They said they needed my help to play a trick on the cars going by below. So I went up there with them. Curt was carrying some rope, and I asked what it was for. They all laughed and Jeff told me I'd find out soon enough. Well I found out too soon!"

Kathy paused to wipe her tears. Ariana kept silent. She already guessed most of what the boys had done, but she let Kathy go on.

"When we got to the top, they all stood around me, smiling. Then Jeff said 'okay' and suddenly they all grabbed me. They pushed me down onto the cement and held my arms and legs so I couldn't move them. I started screaming, but they were laughing louder than I could scream. I don't think anyone heard me anyway. Then Robert pulled my dress up. Not just a little bit, either. He pulled it way up to here so all the boys could see my titties. Then they held my arms together and jerked my dress past my face. That hurt! I didn't know what they were going to do. I was scared and screamed even louder, but still nobody heard me."

Ariana rose and walked over to Kathy. She knew very well what else had happened to Kathy today, but she wanted to verify her guess before she heard any more. She stealthily lifted her sister's dress as Kathy sobbed into her pillow. She was right. Kathy had no panties, and her bottom was rosy red with bright red streaks. She knew just how much that bare little red bottom hurt. Her own bottom tingled with sympathy pains.

Ariana, now nine, had had until her seventh birthday before Jeff began taking his fun at her expense. And it was some months after that before his friends joined in. She wondered whether Kathy would now bear the burden she had carried for so long. She secretly hoped so, then felt guilty. She loved her little sister as much as she hated her older brother and his friends.

She recalled the first time she found herself at Jeff's mercy. Or rather, his lack of mercy. She still shared a bedroom with Jeff, and Kathy still slept in a crib even though she was three years old. About an hour after the other kids left her birthday party, and Ariana was in her bedroom playing with some new dolls, Jeff had entered and said he had another present for her. He had something hidden behind his back. Of course she trusted him when he told her to close her eyes and cover them with her hands. Before she knew what was happening, he had snapped handcuffs on her wrists, lifted her up, and hooked them over the post of her canopy bed. She had been too surprised to scream, then she lost her chance. Jeff quickly sealed her mouth with plumber's tape.

Jeff stood back and watched her futile struggling and kicking. He grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg high off the floor, smirking at the sight of her new silk panties. Holding her leg high with one hand, he pulled up her lacy white party dress with the other. He dropped her leg and moved around behind her, jerking her dress up over her face and the post on her bed. Just then Ariana heard Kathy come in and ask what they were doing. Jeff told Kathy to go back to bed, that he was just helping Ariana get ready for bed. Ariana tried to call out but Kathy went away none the wiser, just confused.

Jeff locked the bedroom door before continuing the ordeal that was only just beginning for Ariana. She was hurt and frightened, and she knew she was helpless. She knew he could do whatever he wanted and that she couldn't possibly stop him. But she didn't yet know what he had in mind for her that night, the night she turned seven years old.

Ariana's painful rememberance was interrupted when Kathy's wailing demanded her attention. "You're not even listening to me!" Kathy cried. "You don't even care what they did to me!"

"I was too listening," Ariana retorted, and tried to recall what Kathy had just said. "They pulled off your dress completely and tied the ropes to your wrists and ankles. Then, they ran the ropes from your wrists through the fence along the overpass. See? I was so listening. Then what?"

"You'll never guess what they did then," Kathy sobbed. "I'll give you a clue. Mark took off his belt."

"I guess they pulled on the ropes so you had to stand up in just your panties where all the people in the cars going by below could see you, then Mark spanked your bottom with his belt." 'That explains the name of the game, Stop The Traffic,' thought Ariana. Every driver in every car on the road would have slowed down to see what was happening, but none of them would be able to do anything about it.

"You were watching!!" Kathy shrieked furiously. "You were right there and didn't even try to stop them! I hate you!" She buried her face in her pillow and sobbed even harder.

"No, I wasn't, Kathy. I just made a good guess. I already know what Mark likes to do with his belt." More painful memories flooded Ariana's mind as she tried to push them away. One of the worst days of her life had been Mark's thirteenth birthday, a few years ago. It was a Saturday, and Jeff had forced her to go with him over to Mark's place to play. Among other things, Mark's parents had given him a new black leather belt, and a 'freedom day'. They left early in the morning and didn't return until late evening. Jeff and Ariana had spent the day there with Robert, Curt, and Mark with his new belt. Ariana had cried and whimpered, begged, pleaded, and screamed so much that day that she was too hoarse to sing in Sunday School the next day. She couldn't tell anyone about it, not even Kathy, or the boys would do it to her again. She still recalled the humiliation of having to sneak home through the back door, naked but for the tattered remains of her shirt. Jeff had gloated over her shame for weeks, vowing to repeat the day's tortures if she ever said one word about it to anyone. Worse yet, they threatened to tell her father she had been outside naked, if ever she didn't obey them. Any time they were around, they could make a demand and she had to obey or else. Again, Ariana felt relief that Kathy was now becoming the victim instead of her. And again she felt guilty for her feelings.

"Well you were right," Kathy sobbed. "They pulled me up to the fence where everyone driving by could see me in my panties. I couldn't get loose from the ropes no matter how hard I tried. Then Mark took off his belt and they took turns spanking me. After a while they pulled off my panties and people started driving by real slow, looking at my bare body. Mark kept spanking me with his belt, harder and harder. All the other boys were laughing, especially Jeff. Finally they untied me and held me down again, then tied me spread out in the middle of the overpass. They left me like that, but before they left, they threw my panties over the side. Look! I don't know where they are now." Kathy turned over and held up her dress, giving Ariana full view of her pussy.

"How did you get away?" Ariana asked, somewhat perplexed. She knew a great deal about Jeff and Mark's rope skills, and didn't see how Kathy could have escaped.

"They left me tied there with no clothes at all," Kathy cried, "and I was there until I got my hand out of one of the loops and untied the rest of them. I found my dress at the bottom of the overpass, but my panties were gone. I think a driver stopped and took them."

They must have wanted her to get away this time, Ariana thought. That was the only explanation. They probably watched her leave.

"You'll get in trouble if Daddy finds out you were outside without wearing any panties, you know," Ariana warned her. "And it won't matter why, either. He doesn't want anyone to see our naked bodies except for a doctor or something, unless he says it's okay first. You know that. You better not tell him about it, or you'll be in big trouble, too." 'That's also why I can't tell anyone what Jeff and his friends do to me and make me do,' thought Ariana.

"I better get another pair of panties and put them on." Kathy put her dress back down, stood and opened the top drawer of her dresser. She found a pair of cute pink Strawberry Shortcake panties and was just stepping into them when the girls heard quiet footsteps and whispering just outside their room.

Jeff strode into the room, Mark and Curt right behind him.

Kathy squatted behind the bed and jerked her panties up as best she could, looking up fearfully at three of the boys who had just tormented her. "Stay awaaaay from meee!" she pleaded.

Ariana stepped back away from Kathy's bed, sat down on her own, and looked down at her knees, hoping to go unnoticed, hoping the boys would take only Kathy. The painful grip on her elbow dispelled her hopes, and she felt herself pulled roughly to her feet again.

"Looks like we have them both, guys!" Jeff hooted.