inspired by "Lost in Space"

(In the words of Bella)
I now had a smaller body. I could see that I was smaller and any small signs of puberty I had were totally gone. Somehow these strange doctors wiped 2 years from my life. Why would they even do that? How was this even a punishment? To make things worse, this strange man and woman were standing next to me saying that they were my parents. I had parents. I had a family. I was so confused about what was happening. I started crying and saying that I wanted my mom.

“I am here!” the strange woman said.
I looked at her and started crying more.

The doctor said that he would finish his duties. He took this silver collar and put it around my neck. He explained that it was a collar with an inbuilt GPS that showed where I was, and it had some nanotechnology that will help me accept my new situation. I heard the collar click and everyone laughed when I tried taking it off. The collar was locked and there was no way that I could take it off. This made me cry more!

The ordeal was not over yet. The doctor took my right hand and locked in in place on the table. I was so afraid as I thought he would cut it off. This did not happen. He lowered a branding machine and burnt a tattoo in my hand. I screamed so hard that I am sure my mom and dad would hear it. I looked at my hand and there was a black letter on it. It was the letter “P”. Then everything went black. I fainted because of the pain in my hand.

When I woke up, my hand no longer hurt. I looked at it and seen the “P” and knew that I was not dreaming. The strange man and woman were still there. They still had the silly smiles on their faces. My new Mum was putting something on me. When I looked down, I could see that it was a diaper. I shouted that I did not need a diaper. I was 11 years old. How crazy could this punishment be?

“You are not 11!” My new Dad said, “Remember you are 9. The diaper is only temporary and its because your body has been through a lot of changes. Besides that, little lady, next time you have a tantrum like that, I will put you over my knee and spank you!”

I believed him after everything that happened. My new Mom then put this sailor style dress on me, and some tights and sandals. They thanked the doctor and said that I could go home.

They put me in a baby seat in the back of the car. I did not protest as things could no longer get any worse. To be honest, I was so afraid. Why did Dad not save me and was my family all going to be 9-year-olds now? Would I ever see them again? Would we all be stuck on this planet forever? I wiped the tears from my face and felt the collar on me that in a way answered all my questions. I decided that I had to be like Earth expected me to be. I had to be brave and make the best out of a bad situation. The most important was that I did not give up hope. Hope was something that they could not take away from me. The problem was fear. It was a feeling that made my stomach knot. I looked out the window and watched the strange planet. I could see some children with collars on. Some of them were even led on leashes. I knew these children were also like me. They have ripped away from their parents and made younger. This was supposed to be justice….

We came to the house that would be my new home. It was a sweet looking house with a nice garden and a white fence. I was led inside and shown around. Everything looked like houses I seen in history books about how life was in the 1950’s. It was nice and clean, and everything was cosy. There was nothing to show that it would be my prison.

When they showed me my bedroom, it was so cute. It had a nice bed with princess bedsheets and a nice white carpet. There were a lot of teddies and dolls, as well as a dollhouse and desk with crayons and colouring books. I tried to smile at it. I threw all my dolls away before the space trip and I haven't used crayons in years. Maybe I could learn to like them again. Maybe this wouldn’t be a bad punishment.

My new mom and Dad sat on the bed and told me to stand attention before them. My new Dad started to talk, “You may call us mommy and daddy. This is because we are your new parents and when you say mom and dad, we know you mean your old parents. Now let me explain your punishment. You are a penny. This means we have made you younger, so you can be raised up to be a better person that you were. This may sound bad, but you are lucky. You are a soft penny. This means you only get punished when needed. So, if you are a good girl, you will not have a problem. If you are bad, we will spank you and spank you ever so hard. Everyone will know you are a penny, so teachers can also spank you”
“What about my real family?”
“We are now your real family,” mommy continued, “Your old family has been given much harder punishments. They are hard pennies which means they will be spanked a lot! They also have other punishments, that you do not need to worry about. I would suggest that you concentrate on yourself. The collar will help you forget your old family and your old life. You in a way have been reborn.”

They left me in the room and I just stood there trying to let everything sink in. I looked around and could feel the sudden emotions build inside me. I threw myself on the bed. I cried for the thousandth time because I felt afraid and sorry for myself. I was so mad at Dad, for taking us into space. I was so mad at Dad for being such a pervert. I was so mad at my parents for not saving me. I was mad at everyone and afraid like the little girl I was forced to be.

I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up, I investigated the mirror at the little girl staring back at me. I decided that this collar would not win. I sat down on the desk and drew my real family with the crayons and wrote their names. I also drew Earth as best as I could and our spaceship. I hid the picture, so no one could find it. I hoped the picture would make me never forget who I was and who my family really was.

A week went.

Mommy and Daddy were nice, and I quickly got used to be their daughter. I even stopped wearing diapers after a few days, so it was a reward that I could wear panties again. They had loads of rules and I had many chores. I was expected to be a proper girl that looked pretty, always smiling and doing chores. I did my best because I was never spanked in my life. Mommy was great, and she was like my real mom. She spoke to me in a way that made me smile. She helped me get dressed and I loved when she brushed my hair. She also taught me how to cook, which I loved. I liked baking, although sometimes I did burn the cakes. Besides mom, I got used to playing with dolls again and I loved colouring.

I was not as close to Daddy as I should be. Maybe because I hated my real Dad or maybe it was because of the way he looked at me. He would come in when mommy was giving me a bath and stare at my body. I hated to stand in the bathtub when he was there and would sink in the water. Even when I wore dresses, I would see him stare to see if there was a gap at the top where he could look down at my nipples. When I sat, he was trying his best to look up my dress. There was something about him that I did not like. I just did not know what to call it. Even when he came in to say goodnight, I felt bad as he would kiss me on the mouth.
 
After I was tucked in, I would find the picture of my real family and ask them silently when will they save me? Why did Earth not declare war on this planet for kidnapping us?

One day, I was helping mommy clean up after baking and Daddy said that he wanted to take me out for a ride. I could see the strange way he was looking at me. It was that strange look and I shouted “No”

Before I knew it, he had my skirt and panties off and had me over his knee. Then I felt his hand slap against my bum. I cried and screamed that it hurt. Then another slap came, and I was sure I was going to die. The spanking continued and it did not seem like it would stop. I was crying, and my voice hurt, my throat was burning, and my head started to hurt. My bum was on fire as I tried to kick and squirm away from the pain. After what seemed to be a lifetime, Daddy stopped the spanking and told me that he will not allow me to be so loud and disobeying. If I wanted to answer him, I couldn’t because I was whimpering and in pain.

I was still whimpering when Daddy and I sat in the car. I could see he had his camera with him. As we were driving, he put his hand on my knee and said we were going to the woods and we're going to take pictures. He smiled at me saying I would like it. I was so pretty that I could be a famous model and he could be rich. I always wanted to be famous and a model, so I should have smiled. He did not remove his hand from my thigh and rubbed it up and down. Remembering the spanking, I did not protest.

I was wearing a denim overall dress with white tights and pink sneakers. So, Daddy said the clothes were good enough. So, he started taking pictures of me as I posed beside the trees. He was telling me how to pose, like rub my tummy and put my hand through my hair. I even bent over to show my bum and he even asked me to put my hand between my legs. Then he told me to take off my clothes. I stood there in shock and thinking if this was a test or not. Daddy asked me to do I need a spanking and I slowly took off my clothes until I was naked. He continued taking pictures of me in nature as I posted in very weird ways. It seemed like the focus of the pictures was my flat nipples and smooth pussy, as he took some very close up shots. At one stage he even asked me to spread my pussy lips! I was so embarrassed by the pictures and wanted to fall on the ground and cry in shame.

On the way home, his hands were in my panties rubbing my pussy as he drove. This was so hard as at times my body deceived me when I moaned. It felt so weird, and yet good but at the same time so wrong. I knew he was molesting me, and I wondered was this allowed on the strange planet. I got my answer when he said not to tell mommy. If I told mommy, he would not spank me…. He would kill me.

I knew then that daddy loved my body, but not me.

It didn’t stop there that day. When we came home, Daddy told mommy to relax and he would give me a bath. More pictures were taken, and he took his time washing my pussy, even by sticking his fingers in.

Things went from bad to worse…. That night I wet the bed! Mommy was all nice about it and said that it could be part of my punishment as a penny. I wondered was it because the emotions I was going through because Daddy was molesting me. So, the next week I wet the bed every night and even started wetting during the daytime. It was not on purpose when I did it, I would be playing and then suddenly be wet. This made me of course cry which made me feel more of a baby. Since I became a penny, I have been crying over the smallest things.

Mommy had enough one day and told me that I would now be wear diapers all the time. She explained that some pennies wore diapers as a punishment. I really wanted to tell her what I thought of the whole penny punishment program but kept quiet as I knew it would mean another spanking. So, she put me on the bed and put a disposable diaper on me and reminded me that she still loved me. I bravely smiled back at her and said that I love her too. In a way I did. I was slowly forgetting my old family and loving my new mommy more and more. Still, I had a huge secret from her which hurt me a lot. I should have trusted her to tell her that I was being molested, but I knew she also loved Daddy and maybe she would not believe me.

Daddy was delighted that I now wore diapers and he told mommy that he would change me. This meant that every time I was changed, he would play with my pussy as he breathed in a strange and pervy way. Once he took out his willy and told me as a baby I could use it as a pacifier. I nearly vomited as he said this, but he told me to open my mouth and put his dick in my mouth. It was big and like a snake. It smelled, and it was strange in my mouth. I sucked on it as he called me a slut and cocksucker. I tried licking it with my tongue as it was in my mouth. He was breathing strange and telling me how good I was. In the end, he squirted his cum in my mouth, which made me cough and choke. While I was coughing and choking, he told me that I was now changed and do not tell mommy what happened.

I did not tell mommy and I was molested and sucked him every day as a result.

One day we were in the park when I saw someone I knew. It was a boy in a dress. I was not often let out except when daddy wanted to take pictures. So, when I saw the boy wearing a dress, I started laughing. Right there and then, Daddy raised my dress and took off my diaper and spanked me, so everyone could see. No one stopped him as he slapped my bum as hard as he could! I was once again screaming and crying as my bum was on fire. Daddy told me that I should not tease others, as they can tease me because I was 9 and wearing a diaper!

When he was done, and I was left to sob, I looked at the boy. I went up to him and said I was sorry that I teased him. Then I remembered him. He was Jayden, my real brother. I began to hug him and tell him it was me, his sister. He looked at me confused and said I was not his sister them he shouted for his mommy, that came and led him away. I shouted at him to remember who he was. He was now crying telling me to leave him alone.

My mommy and daddy saw this and said it was time to go home. When we got home, I was spanked once again. Mommy told me that it was bad that I tried to get Jayden to remember who he was. He was obviously way more ahead in the penny program than I was. She concluded by saying she will have to be stricter with me.

“I hate the penny program” I shouted, “On my planet, I would be cruel to punish people this way. You made my mom a penny because she tried to help a woman. You split a family up. I miss my family. My mom and Dad loved me. You don’t love me, you love the idea of having a daughter! You don’t think it’s bad that I get spanked and must wear a diaper on. You don’t hear me when I cry because I worry about my family. You don’t understand how much it hurts that my own brother doesn’t recognize me. You don’t know all the secrets I have to keep!”

Mommy shouted to stop and asked what secrets do I have? Daddy told mommy to rest and told me to meet him in the tool shed. He told mommy he would punish me. I slowly went out there where he has a video set up recording. I was told to get naked and when I was, he threw me on a mattress in the ground. Once again, I could see his dick. He lifted my legs over the shoulder and rubbed his dick against my pussy. I knew what he wanted to do and asked him not to. He laughed and said cry all I want as mommy thinks I am getting a spanking. His dick was then thrust in my pussy and I screamed. It was like someone was putting a knife in me. While he was saying I was so tight, I was thinking he was splitting me into two. I begged him to stop raping me, as he was killing me. He fucked me with a steady rhythm and after a while, my body deceived me once again. While there was a pain, there was also some pleasure. I started breathing quickly and moaned occasionally. Otherwise, I cried. He was telling me that I was now a slut and a whore, and he knew many men that would love to do this to me. I did not answer, as everything went black.

When I woke up, my dress and diaper were once again on. I knew that being raped changed me. It broke any will I had in my body and broke my spirit. I knew that I was now just destined to be a prostitute for many men. The problem was that I did not care. He fucked everything out of me and in a way fucked my brain up.

For the next few weeks, I led a double life, I was the perfect daughter with mommy and I was the sex toy for Daddy. Mommy saw the difference in me and asked me several times if I was happy, as I seemed to be emotionless. She called me a zombie at times because it seemed like I was just living. She even asked me a few times what happened in the tool shed.

Then it happened. One day, police came in the house and arrested Daddy. They found the videos and pictures he took of me. When he was arrested, I finally cried on my bed and thought it was all over. Now I could be a normal penny. This was not the case. Mommy came into my room and said it was all my fault. She thought I was the perfect Lolita that corrupted her husband and made him to a paedophile and molester. She told me he would now be a penny, and tomorrow I would be collected and would have to go to penny court again where most likely my sentence would be harder. She slammed the door and told me she can't wait until I go.

How could my punishment be made worse? I walked around my room and found the picture of my old family. I was no longer mad at them. They were also pennies and could not save me. I was not even mad at Dad. Sure, he raped children and had sex with a hologram version of my brother, but he loved us enough not to molest us. He was like daddy…. A paedophile that was very sick. I hugged the drawing as I fell asleep.

While I was asleep I was woken up. It was a man I didn’t know telling me to be quiet. He had this strange screwdriver and took my collar off. Then he lifted me over his shoulders and carried me out the window.

Was I being kidnapped?

In the next chapter… read about Dads experiences.

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Alexander Temple 2018


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