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This work Copyright (C) 2001, by  Cate Murray. I reserve all rights of 
distribution not otherwise expressly granted herein. Should you like my work 
and wish to add my story to your collection, you are at liberty to do so for 
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retain all rights to such transmission. In addition, this is a work of 
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cause bodily harm or injury. Fiction is best left as such. Don't attempt any 
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Note:
Some people may be offended by this story because it contains no explicit 
sex but I hope there are those who will find it erotic in its own way.




Complete Surrender     By Cate


I don't think Jennifer meant any harm when she said "Hey, Kate, let's see 
how the twins are getting on," as we left the house to go to the County 
Agricultural Show..   You could hear the music from some of the rides - it 
was only about a mile away across the fields - although it was mostly a 
cattle and livestock show with jam-making and cakes and preserves and that 
sort of thing.   It was a week when farmers and their wives and members of 
the Women's Institute rubbed shoulders unwillingly with roustabouts from the 
back streets of the cities and men on the run from their wives.   There was 
usually an outbreak of minor burglaries and the local civic guards had to do 
more for once than scratch their heads, suck their pencils and fill in crop 
census forms.    I was sixteen, my sister Jennifer was fifteen and the 
twins, Maddy and Baby, were  fourteen.
The twins were both as angry as hell and I swear we didn't go to the barn to 
jeer at them.   In fact we really were sorry they had been forbidden to go 
to the fair.   And sort of amused too.   They were wearing stained denim 
shorts and grubby vests and were standing with their rubber boots up to the 
ankles in horse manure and straw.   Maddy had a hayrake and Baby a pitchfork 
and they were starting to shift a huge pile of manure from one side of the 
large barn to the other.   When they had complained last night that this was 
a pointless exercise, Aunt Eleanor had slapped them both and sent them to 
bed without supper.   Because her husband had run out on her two years 
before and later got killed in Australia in a truck accident and she was a 
woman on her own, she was terrified they'd turn out bad.   There was hay on 
this side of the barn on a fairly clean wooden floor, but the other side, 
where the animals were usually kept in winter,  was concrete floored, 
criss-crossed with drains and channels.   The place smelled of hay,  manure, 
  rats, woodworm and animal feed.   Dust motes floated in the light streams 
of the grimy windows. The twins came over to the low wooden barrier that 
divided the barn almost in two.    They were ginger-haired and wore 
round-rimmed spectacles and they were fairly homely kids, but now they 
looked worse than ever because their faces were so cross-looking.

"This is all your fault," Maddy said, leaning her hip against the barrier.
To us city kids the twins had funny, slack-tuned country accents
"Yes, it's all your  fault," Baby spat.   Even though they were twins, she 
was sort of Maddy's side-kick.   Where Maddy was athletic had an open, 
outgoing manner, Baby was wimpy and a bit sickly with a pale freckly face 
and a dreadful whiny voice.     It was the whiny voice, the way she always 
echoed Maddy, that made Jennifer giggle.   But it was the dresses that 
really got them going.   Jennifer and I were both wearing pink cotton 
dresses.   Mine was a bit tight but Jennifer's was a  quite a good fit   .   
  This was because the dresses had been bought for the twins.    But last 
night Aunt Ellen was so cross with them that she made Jennifer and me try on 
the dresses she'd bought for her daughters.    We thought we looked great, 
with our white frilly socks and patent leather shoes.  It was, to be fair, a 
harsh punishment for the twins.   But ever since her husband had run away, 
Aunt Ellen had swung between excessive spoiling and Apocalypse Now with her 
kids.   It all depended on how she was getting on with her new, middle-aged 
boyfriend.   All the twins had done was get into conversation with some bad 
hat at the fair when the carnival part was being set up, fascinated by his 
lies about far distant places and his struggles against injustice.    He was 
arrested and charged with desertion, bigamy and fraud while they were 
talking to him and there were plenty of witnesses to pass on the good news 
to Aunt Ellen.
"You could have said we weren't with that guy," Maddy said.
"Aunt Ellen would've known we were lying," I said.
"Oh, would she, Miss Goody-two-shoes," Maddy said, curling her lip and 
reaching out to push my shoulder.
"Goody-two shoes" Baby sneered, jerking the pitch-fork towards me in an 
intimidating way, although she was several feet away.   But I looked down 
and saw a cupcake size piece of horseshit sticking to my dress.
Baby, shocked, dropped the fork and I reached out and grabbed her by the 
hair and slapped her face real hard.
"Don't hit my sister," Maddy shouted, grappling with me.
I pulled her across the barrier and tried to get my arm around her neck then 
felt Baby jump up on my back and we all fell in a heap on the clean straw 
with Jennifer joining in.    There were a few wild slaps and punches and 
somebody pulled my hair quite hard (I'll bet it was that Baby)  so that my 
eyes began to water, but we were so tangled up that nobody could gain any 
advantage and Maddy proposed we have two separate fights.    We stopped, 
panting, each set of sisters glaring at the other.      As for Jennifer and 
me, we didn't want to fight, not there and then.   Sure, we'd had scuffles 
with the twins before, but now we wanted to go to the fair.
"We're not letting you out till you do," Maddy said.
"That,s right," Baby echoed.   She darted over to the creaky wooden door of 
the barn we had just come in by and slammed it shut.    She held up the 
rusty key, mockingly, then pushed it into the pocket of her shorts.    I 
rushed at her and she tried to dodge me, but I caught her around the waist 
and we fell struggling into the straw.  Maddy tried to come to her sister's 
help, but Jennifer tripped her and threw herself on top of her.
"Hold it," Maddy said, panting, "Whichever team wins goes to the fair."
As Jennifer was already sitting astride Maddy and I had Baby in a sort of 
home-made neck lock, to which her only answer was to start whinging, I 
wasn't too worried.
"What if it's a draw?" I asked, knowing that was the worst way it could work 
out for us.
Especially if I got to choose who fought who.
"Then you still go to the fair," Maddy said.
"That's right," Baby said, nodding her silly little head.   As if she knew 
anything!
When we tossed a coin and I got to choose, Baby looked pretty sick, because 
I chose to wrestle her and I was two years older.   Maddy looked pretty 
annoyed too as if she couldn't work out where she had gone wrong.     I 
really liked Cousin Maddy, though, and could have been close friends with 
her if it wasn't for that whiney Baby always pushing her nose between us.

Our cousins took off their boots and their spectacles and then we started.   
  Things went bad for the twins from the start.    First Jennifer had Maddy 
face down in the straw with one arm twisted behind her back and her knee in 
the middle of Maddy's back.   And Jennifer didn't even need to win, because 
by the time she had subdued Maddy I was already sitting on Baby, staring 
down at her stupid little pasty face.   She smelt pretty bad and I suddenly 
realised my dress must be in a worse state now.   It hadn't been as easy as 
I'd thought, though, and Baby'd got me down twice, but couldn't quite hold 
me and when I finally got on top of her I had a pretty good weight 
advantage.   She was two years younger than me and hadn't got a hope of 
unseating me although she flailed her little legs feebly behind me for a 
while before giving up.   I dug my thumbnails into the soft part of her 
wrists where the veins showed though the white skin and she yelped in pain.  
   I would have loved to slap her whiney little face good and hard.    The 
only thing she could do was try to raise her head a few inches from the 
straw.   I pushed her back down and she stuck the tip of her tongue out at 
me.   I slapped her then, across the face and that shut her up pretty quick. 
    From where I was sitting, I could see the other contest still going on.  
  Maddy eventually managed to break Jennifer's hold and soon her little rump 
was up in the air as she tried to straddle Jennifer's midriff.  A few 
minutes later Jennifer was on top again and  Maddy seemed to be out of it, 
because there was no movement from her legs as she lay at full length in the 
straw, her arms stretched out above her head with Jennifer pressing down on 
her wrists.    Baby couldn't see what was going on behind her head, of 
course, and I enjoyed relating Jennifer's victory to her.
"I'll bet you're sorry you started this," I taunted Baby.  "There's Maddy 
stretched out with Jennifer sitting on top of her.   I thought old Maddy 
would do better, didn't you?"
Maddy hadn't given up completely, though.   She had now tried twisting her 
thighs to one side, but Jennifer was still firmly seated astride her.   Poor 
Maddy even had a hole in one of her socks.   So humiliating!

Baby was looking pretty sick.   She'd always been the delicate one, but she 
was annoyingly sharp in some ways.    It was said she was a "wise" child and 
could almost hear the grass grow.   She could divine people's moods and 
always knew when to approach Aunt Eleanor or keep out of her way.
"Kate's in a bad mood," she said about me once, even though I was pretending 
to be bright and jolly and I was shocked that she was right.   She always 
knew when the buds were going to burst or the seedpods to pop.   She knew 
the postman was coming, even before anyone heard the first spit of gravel 
from the wheels of his bike
She was also smart at school.   If we were on our own I'd have enjoyed 
giving her cheeky little face a few good slaps.
I couldn't resist picking up a piece of straw and tickling Baby's nose with 
it.    Her face, normally so pale, turned red and panicky.
"No, please," she shrieked.
I was delighted to have found another weak spot in Baby.   She was ticklish!
What a little wimp she was!    Every time the piece of straw came within 
touching distance of her nose she nearly went berserk.   I wasn't even 
touching her, but she was begging for mercy.
"Please, Kate, no.   Please....I'll do anything for you....."
"What the hell are you doing to my sister?" Maddy demanded gruffly.
"Maddy, please help me," Baby whinged and then started to cry.
"She can't help you," my sister said curtly.
 From her position astride Maddy, she started to slap her face lightly and 
call on her to submit.   Maddy started to roar and thrash around in the 
straw and Baby went into a high-pitched whine that set my teeth on edge but 
seemed to drive Maddy to a fury.    Jennifer made the mistake of releasing 
one of Maddy's wrists in order to push back her  hair which had fallen in 
her eyes and Maddy with her free  arm, hit her a jarring blow on the side of 
the jaw which half dazed her.   Jennifer gamely tried to retain her seat, 
but Maddy bucked furiously and eventually managed to throw her off.   
Jennifer got groggily to her knees, but Maddy, kneeling behind her, had an 
arm locked around her throat.   Jennifer's face was stricken and I knew 
pretty quickly that that she'd have to surrender, but was unable to get a 
word out.
"Maddy, please," I begged.   "Let her go.  You've won."
Maddy held on for a few more seconds, her red, freckled face swollen with 
triumph, then released Jennifer's throat and pushed her forward.  Jennifer 
collapsed on her face in the straw beside Baby and me.

Slowly Maddy go to her feet.   She walked the two or three paces over to 
where Jennifer lay, knelt beside her, then straddled my defeated sister, 
sitting  firmly astride her buttocks.   Maddy still had that swollen,  
triumphant smile on her face.
"So, it's a draw then?" I said.
I was a little disappointed that Jennifer had lost in the end, but I was 
proud of my sister.   She had put up a great fight.   And we were still 
going to the fair.   Maddy said nothing, just continued to smile.  This 
worried me
"What?" I asked.
Still she didn't speak.  Then, still seated on a helpless Jennifer , she 
reached over and gripped me by the hair.
"Not fair, two against one!" I shrieked and grabbed her wrists to take the 
pressure off my hair roots and then that dreadful whiney little Baby began 
to pummel my stomach and chest from underneath and in a few seconds I was on 
my back with Maddy on top of me.   She had her big knees on my forearms and 
my wrists firmly pinned to the barn floor.      Maddy was in no hurry and 
let me struggle until I had exhausted myself.    Baby was squatting like a 
monkey on top of Jennifer to make sure she didn't get up, her elbows resting 
on her knees and her chin cupped in her hands, a big grin across her stupid 
little face.     Jennifer was offering no resistance and made no attempt to 
throw Baby off.
"Give?" Matty growled, bringing her face close to mine?"
"Matty," Baby said from her perch on top of Jennifer. "Let me have her 
first."

Aunt Eleanor had been at the fair since early morning and when she came in 
that night she was half drunk and had had a row with her boyfriend. She put 
both Jennifer and me across her knee and thrashed us for the state of our 
dresses and sent us early to bed, while the twins got a special tea and more 
maudlin kisses than they normally got in a month of Sundays for working out 
their punishment and shifting that great heap of manure.    Only, of course, 
it was the twins that had been at the fair, making sure to keep out of the 
beer tent or the tea tent or anywhere they might meet their mother.     
Jennifer and I were both still crying with humiliation before we went to 
sleep.      We could hear the twins giggling and running around in the 
bedroom next door and now and then tapping mockingly on the partition 
between us.

We were pathetic, Jennifer and me in our vests and underpants, the twins' 
smelly socks and rubber boots.   They offered us their shorts too.   As if 
we'd wear them! Shovelling that stuff!   And Jennifer despising me.   I knew 
it from the way she was acting.   She'd been beaten too, but she hadn't 
given in.
"That Baby," I said, when Jennifer had been giving me the silent treatment 
for longer than I could bear.   "She's sly, isn't she?"
"Shut up," Jennifer said. "You make me sick."

But here's the really shameful bit.    Maddy got off me and Baby took her 
place sitting astride me.  Okay, I was eventually made to submit to her.    
But not right away, whatever Jennifer says. Not before she slapped my face 
plenty and almost smothered me in straw.    She took the money out of the 
pocket of my dress, but she made me confess we had more holiday money hidden 
in the bedroom.   But I think that was later.    She made my mind go all 
funny.   The key of the barn door in the back pocket of her shorts under 
Baby's butt was pressed painfully into my ribs and she was gripping me by 
the hair.   She made me tell about Jennifer's holiday money too.  I think 
that was later too.   The barn smelled anyway, but she was vile close up, 
sweaty and with evil-smelling stains on the crotch and butt of her shorts.   
She had her legs threaded through mine, her feet crooked around my insteps.  
  I cried out once to Jennifer for help, but Matty was back on top of her..  
  Matty was trying to get Jennifer to submit, but Jennifer was still 
defiant.    That's why Jennifer was so furious when Baby finally broke me.

Baby was almost sitting on my throat now, staring down at me, the little 
white freckled face and pale lips and very cold blue eyes.   She had been 
sitting firmly astride me for nearly twenty minutes. Her hands were gripping 
my wrists.  Though I had struggled fiercely at first I had utterly failed to 
unseat her.   I tried to move my right arm, but before I even began to move 
it, she had tightened her grip on my wrist. Every time I even thought of 
moving any part of my body she seemed to pick up on it.   She would grasp my 
intention almost before I did myself and grip my wrists more firmly or 
increase the pressure of her knees on my upper arms or move her body weight 
forward to my neck or back to my belly to subdue any sign of rebellion.    
Her eyes were incredibly alert, but it was almost as though she could sense 
my thoughts and feelings through her skin.    She must have known, even 
before I did,  that I was starting to drift towards acceptance and that 
would soon be followed by submission.  . I felt weird and shivery, unreal, 
as though my soul had started to pass out of my body.     I'd had so much 
contempt for her, but now, with this pale little elf perched victoriously on 
top of me, I felt, to my utter disbelief, a part of me, a slave self I had 
never known before,  begin to swoon from defiance into a delicious state of 
absolute submission..   I knew I was going nowhere without her permission.   
  She could see it in my eyes.   She knew everything I knew and she also 
knew the rules of the game we were playing now.   It was so simple, really.  
I was to beg her, and she to refuse, thus gratifying her triumph and 
pandering to my perverse delight in my subjection to her.
"Please," I said. "Please, Baby."
"What?" she mocked.   My mouth was dry.    She slapped me lightly on the 
cheek
It was all she had to do.   Her look said, "I could really punish you if I 
wanted to."
"Please what?" she insisted.
"Let me up," I mumbled.
"What?   I can't hear you," she said scornfully.   She caught me by the 
throat, pushed my chin back. "Louder, say it louder," she commanded.
I begged her to let me up, while at the same time part of me didn't want her 
to.
To my eternal shame, I was enjoying now the extraordinary feeling of being 
dominated by my despised cousin, a girl two years younger than me.     She 
grinned.   She knew.    Baby was looking into my soul.   She knew my secret 
thoughts and she was letting me know that she knew.

"You give?" she demanded and I nodded my head.
"Say it!"
"I give!"
"Say "I give, Baby""
"I..I give, Baby."
Baby started to tick off on her fingers what she wanted.    Only one answer 
permitted.
They wanted our dresses, our patent shoes, our frilly ankle socks, all our 
money.   And we had to do all the work before they got back and changed 
clothes again.   And we had to take the blame for the stained and crumpled 
dresses.    The only answer permitted was "Yes, Baby."   I stared up into 
her pale, implacable little face and answered her this way seven times.     
Then I started to cry.   Baby settled herself more comfortably, moving back 
to sit astride my belly, put her hands on her hips and, sitting very erect, 
stared down at me.   I was so ashamed that I tried to turn my head to the 
side.   But this wasn't an option Baby was allowing.   She caught me by the 
chin and made me look up into her cold blue eyes.   Then she smiled a cool, 
triumphant smile.   She was letting me know she was satisfied.   My 
surrender was complete.

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