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GAMEBOY (MFg), first, facials, oral, anal, fist)

BY ANONYMOUS

[ part 1 ]

I had asked my parents to buy me the latest version of Gameboy, but they
refused. They said they didn't have the money, but I didn't really believe
them. To me, it seemed like just an excuse. I was eleven years old, and my
sister Becky was ten. We lived across the street from a mall, and our parents
let us go hang out there on our own - we lived in a small, event-less town,
and there wasn't really any reason to worry that something would happen to
us. One day I was at the mall with my sister. We were in a store that sold
Gameboys, and I was looking at them in awe. Finally my sister said to me,
"Look, if you really want one, I'll buy it for you, just don't tell Mom or
Dad you got it from me." I looked at her in shock. But she just said, "Pick
out five games."

"You have money for this?"

"I wouldn't be offering if I didn't, would I?"

"From where?"

"Huh?"

"Where did you get the money?"

"Look, don't ask questions. If you want it, I'll buy it for you. If not,
then let's go to another store." 'This I've got to see,' I said to myself,
not really believing that she had the money for it. But I picked out my five
favorite games and handed them to her, along with the Gameboy box. She took
them to the checkout counter. "You don't have money to pay for all that,
do you little girl?"

"Of course I do! How much is it together?" She opened her little purse, took
out a wad of hundred- dollar bills and counted them out until she passed
the price. The saleslady was in shock. "Where'd you get so much money from?"
she asked her. "From my Granny of course," Becky lied. We haven't had a grandmother
in years, and even when we did she didn't give us money like that. "Look,
Mike, I don't want Mom and Dad knowing about my money, so you've gotta keep
it hidden, okay?"

"Sure, but where did you really get it from?"

"I can't tell you. Don't worry, I didn't steal it or anything. I just got
a job once in a while, but I'm not supposed to tell. Anyway, let's go eat
- my treat." Then she paid for my meal at McDonalds. I was careful to keep
the Gameboy hidden when my parents were around. Becky was really cool about
it - she never asked for favors in return or anything. Every few days after
that she'd say to me, "Let's go to the mall," and she'd buy me whatever I
wanted there. She got me books and magazines, games for my Gameboy and for
the computer, and of course, food. Let me explain something. My sister and
I were very close. So it was strange that she wasn't telling me where her
money was coming from. And it was strange that I didn't know about her job
for so long, before she offered to buy me the Gameboy. And I'll explain something
else too - my sister was a big tomboy. She was into watching sports like
football and baseball, and disliked anything feminine. The only feminine
thing about her was her long hair, which she always kept in a simple ponytail.
Other than that, she always dressed in baggy jeans and a baggy T-shirt. And
never anything pink. I think I hadn't seen her in a bathing suit in at least
three years - even when my family went camping, she didn't go in the water
with us. As far as me, I liked boy things - I liked watching sports and stuff,
but I wasn't really good at them. I wasn't very muscular. And I was very
self-conscious about the way I looked. When I went swimming, I'd wear long
baggy swim shorts and a baggy shirt on top. A month or two went by. Becky
was very generous with me, and bought me stuff at the mall all the time.
She still managed to hide her fortune from Mom and Dad - I don't know how!
When I asked her where she got her money from, she just avoided the question
or asked me not to ask her. Eventually I just accepted it. Then one day she
asked me, "Mike, would you like to see my work?"

"I thought you didn't want me to know about it."

"Yeah, well they said I could bring you tomorrow if I want to. Actually,
they want you to come. You might be able to get some money out of it too."

"Okay, sure, but do you work? I never noticed you missing from home!"

"You know my Tuesday-and-Thursday night bowling tournaments? Well, I haven't
been going to them for about a year now. There are people there who I pay
to cover up for me."

"If I come with you, Mom will wonder where *I* am."

"I'll take care of that," she said. That evening over dinner, Becky said,
"Mom, can Mike come with me to bowling tomorrow? Jake's sick and our team's
short a player."

"Sure, why not." *** Becky and I went to different schools, so she told me
to meet her after school at the local ballet academy. The ballet academy
was housed in a large building that used to be a high school - now the only
part of it in use were the ballet studios. When I got there, I didn't see
Becky waiting outside, so I went inside to look for her. I felt pretty uncomfortable
walking through the sea of little girls in all sorts of leotards and tutus.
As I walked down the hall, clearly out of place, some of the little girls
laughed and asked me where my leotard was. I was about to leave when I heard
Becky calling me, from the end of the hallway. She took me through a door,
down some stairs, through a bunch more hallways (I was clearly lost by now
and would never find my way back out without her), until we finally came
to a strange looking steel door. Becky pressed the intercom button and stated
her name, and the door began to open automatically. "Come with me," Becky
said with a smile. As soon as we entered, the door slammed closed behind
us. "Don't worry, they'll let us leave when we need to!" she laughed. Becky
led me down another corridor to a room with an open door. We entered the
room and were greeted by a very tall and muscular man. "Becky, you're late!
Our client's waiting for you!"

"Sorry, Tim, I tried my best but my teacher kept us all after school to finish
a project."

"You know I don't accept any excuses -you'll be punished for this accordingly.
Who's this?" "My brother Mike - Sam said I should bring him along today.
I haven't explained anything to him about the show yet - do I have time to
show him around?"

"Are you kidding? You're already late! I'm sure he'll figure things out on
his own. Jake - get Becky ready."

"Yes sir," said a younger but equally muscular looking guy. Tim, the first
guy, said, "Mike, you wait here until we tell you where to go. You can help
yourself to water from the cooler over there, if you want, and there are
magazines on the coffee table over there." Becky grabbed my arm and whispered,
"Don't worry about me, Mike, it's all an act, nobody gets hurt." Before she
managed to finish her sentence, Jake came and picked her up by the waist,
slung her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. Saying I was
nervous would be quite an understatement. I waited there maybe twenty minutes.
Then Jake came into the room.

"Mike, you can see your sister now, if you'd like - she's on break. Go through
that door, follow the hallway to the end, and then ring the buzzer on the
green door. I'll buzz you in when you get there." The room beyond the green
door was pitch black - I couldn't see a thing in there - and because of that
I was reluctant to enter. Then I heard a voice. "Mike, are you out there?
Come in - don't be afraid of the dark - the light will come on when the door's
closed." After entering the room, the door mysteriously swung closed by itself,
and then the light came on. I would have screamed, but I was too scared and
surprised. In the center of the room, suspended from the ceiling by a thick
chain, was a cage made of thick black bars. The bottom of the cage was maybe
a foot off the ground. It was tall enough for a person to be able to stand
up inside, but thin enough to prevent that person from being able to turn
around. Inside the cage was a child - apparently a girl, wearing a very small
bikini. Her back was towards me. The bottom of her bikini covered her butt
completely but very tightly, and the sides of the bottom, connecting the
back to the front, were nothing but two very thin straps, about an inch apart.
The back of the top of the bikini was made of two thin straps - one running
across just below the girl's armpits, and the other running across the back
of her neck. The cage appeared to be firmly closed, its door held in place
by a very big padlock. As if being locked in such a cage wasn't enough, the
girl was further restrained: her wrists were fastened by steel handcuffs
to opposite ends of the top of the cage, and her ankles were fastened the
same way to the ends of the bottom of the cage, forming an X. There were
a couple of straps running across the back of her head. Seeing the girl trapped
like that made me very nervous. I was wondering who the girl was, hoping
it wasn't Becky, when Tim said, "So, Mike, how often does Becky let you see
her in a bikini? Well you can look all you want now, there's nothing she
can do to stop you!" Tim gave the side of the cage a push, causing it to
turn around so that Becky was facing me.

"Come closer," he said. "She won't bite - she can't - she's gagged!" he laughed,
but I didn't. I was worried about what they were doing to Becky. I noticed
that Becky's bikini bottom was riding up in her pussy - my friends called
it a "camel toe" - when we were younger, we'd laugh at girls at the local
pool whose bathing suits did that to them, until they noticed and embarrassingly
pulled the material flat. Even if Becky knew the material was doing that
to her now, there was nothing she could do to fix it with her wrists locked
like that. A thousand thoughts were going through my mind and I didn't manage
to voice any of them yet, I was so nervous.

Tim said, "Go ahead and touch her, Mike, I'm sure she doesn't mind. After
all, you're her brother."

"Let her go!" I screamed. "Why did you do this to her?" Tim laughed and said,
"Whoa, Mike, calm down, don't worry about it - we didn't do anything to her
that she didn't want us to. You see, this is all a game - Becky's an actor
- she doesn't mind it. We don't hurt her or anything - we take really good
care of her! Our clients pay thousands of dollars to watch preteen bondage
shows - and she takes most of that home in her pocket! You can ask her yourself
- Becky, do you like being locked up like that?" I noticed Becky nod her
head "yes". "See? She's okay with it. So go ahead and enjoy what you see
- she doesn't mind. And YOU don't even have to pay for it! You know what
-I've gotta go to the office for a few minutes before the next show starts
- I'll take her gag off and you can talk to her in private. If I were you,
though, take advantage of the situation and give her a good feel while you
can and she's not able to stop you! Becky, head forward!"

Becky leaned as forward as she could, and Tim reached up and removed her
gag. "You can take her blindfold off yourself if you want - it's just tied
behind her head. The rest of the stuff's locked with keys, though, and I'm
taking those with me." Tim left the room and locked the door behind him,
leaving us locked inside. When he opened the door, the lights went off, and
when he closed it again, they came back on. "Becky, what's going on?" I asked,
removing her blindfold as quickly as I could. "Mike, I told you before, it's
all an act! You don't have to worry about me - this is actually fun! And
believe me, it's worth the money!"

"You actually like it?"

"Yeah, it's really fun watching all those creepy old men staring at me. I
know they'd love to rape me, if I wasn't protected, locked inside a cage.
Sometimes they pay more and then Tim lets them tie me up themselves, or torture
me in other ways. But he or another one of the guys is always there to make
sure they don't do anything bad to me. It's fun!"

"But you're almost naked - I don't think I've even seen you in a simple one-piece
bathing suit in years!"

"Yeah, well here they have a uniform!" she laughed. "Anyway, what do you
think? Do I look good?"

"Yeah, you look too good. I feel bad for you." She laughed again. "Don't
feel bad! I told you, it's fun. Look, can you do my a favor and scratch my
back for me?" I scratched it. "Do you know that your bikini's riding up -
your vagina crack's visible." She laughed. "Yeah, I know, it happens all
the time. The outfits they give me to wear are so thin and tight, and don't
have linings, so that happens a lot. I complained about it at first but they
told me that it has to be like that, that the clients like it that way. I
straighten it when I can, but usually once my hands are tied, if it's not
already riding up, someone pulls on it so that it does it again."

"Should I try to straighten it for you?"

"You can if you want to, but don't worry about it. Take a good look and enjoy."
I tried pulling at the top of her bikini this way and that - I noticed that
it was REALLY tight against her skin, and that instead of freeing the fabric
from her vagina, I only managed to pull it in farther. The lights went out
as the door opened. The door closed again and Jake was in the room Becky
said, "Jake, can you let me out for a few minutes? I really need to scratch
my crotch."

"Sorry kiddo, but no can do. Your next act's about to begin. Why don't you
ask your brother to scratch you?"

"I can't do that!" I protested. "Why not? It's itching her!"

"But I can't touch her there!"

"Mike, I see you didn't sign a consent form when you came in here. The rules
of this place are that clients can touch our actresses anywhere they want,
including butt and chest, as long as they don't remove the actress' swimsuit
- top or bottom; the vagina is the only place that's out of bounds and can't
be touched, except by family members. If a family member comes here to watch
a show, they're allowed to touch the vagina as well, and family members can
also remove the girl's bikini top if they want to, even if the actress protests,
even if other people are watching as well. And if they pay double, they can
remove the bottom as well, as long as no other clients who aren't relatives
are watching. Becky agreed to these rules and signed on them when she came
to work here. All family members are included in this rule: parents and grandparents,
children and grandchildren, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts - even
if they're only related by marriage, cousins, and cousins of cousins. So,
you're allowed to touch her wherever you want."

"I can't believe this. You have family members that come and watch these
shows? You mean that they know their relatives are here acting?"

"Sure, it happens all the time! Fathers and daughters come in together all
the time - the father wanting to borrow our equipment to discipline his daughter.
Brothers and sisters come too. Sometimes a client comes not knowing that
their relative acts here, and when they give us their name, we give them
the option of viewing a show with their relative acting. In those shows the
actress is usually kept blindfolded the whole time so she doesn't know who's
watching the show. If she feels her vagina's being touched, or her bathing
suit being removed, she knows that some family member's doing it to her,
but she might never know who it was, if the relative doesn't reveal it to
them afterwards." Becky spoke with a giggle. "It happened to me once or twice
- I guess it wasn't you, Mike, watching the show, then!" "Of course not!"
She laughed. "I think it was Uncle Al, it kind of felt like him, but I can't
be sure." "I'm taking you to your next show in three minutes, so if you want
him to scratch you, get him to do it now." Jake left the room again. "You
really want me to scratch you there?"

"YES, PLEASE, it's really itching me!"

"I never thought you'd want me to touch you there!"

"Don't worry about it - start at the top, in front."

"Here?"

"A little lower... yeah, that's it. A little harder. Good, now move lower.
More, more, yeah, stop there. Scratch harder. Good, now go even lower, good,
now right on the bottom, right between my legs, oh yes, that's exactly what
I needed. Do it more, push your finger in deeper, yes, keep going, oh yeah,
that's great, a little more, aaaaaaaah. Thanks, that was great. Now give
me a little scratch in my butt-hole - it would be easier for you if you went
around to the other side..."

I couldn't believe I was doing this! I scratched her the way she asked me
to, being careful not to touch her anywhere except where she specifically
asked me to. Jake came back in. "Okay, Becky, ShowTime. Except there's a
little change of plans - the client wants you to start out hog-tied with
ropes, inside this dog carrier."

"Great," she said, "That's the starting position I hate the most!" "I know,
sorry, but you don't have a choice."

"What do you mean she doesn't have a choice?" I demanded. "She's not a slave!"

"Don't worry, Mike, it's okay, it's not so bad," she said. I watched as Jake
unlocked her wrists and ankles. She brought her arms and legs together and
stretched a bit as Jake unlocked the padlock on the door of the cage. I noticed
her pulling her bikini out of her pussy as she jumped out of the cage. As
her feet hit the ground, Jake gave her left butt-cheek a nice long pinch.
She tried to pull his hand off, but he put his other hand on her chest, right
where her breasts would be if she had any, held her tight against his body
and said, "Don't even try, sweetheart, resistance is futile!" He took his
pinching hand off her butt, only for it to return a split-second later with
a loud spank. "Ouch!" she yelped. "I'll be good - I promise!"

"That-a-girl," he said, and took his hands off her. She turned around and
faced me - she was smiling. "See, Mike? It's all an act - it didn't hurt
or anything like that. Jake's spankings are real loud but they don't hurt."

"Assume the position, Becky, we don't have time to waste." Jake was getting
the ropes ready. "Yes, master," she said with a giggle, and climbed up on
the table and lay down, face down. Jake started quickly and expertly winding
the ropes around her ankles until they were sufficiently disabled. Then he
did the same at her knees. Jake said, "Mike, could you get me a few more
ropes off the shelf over there? I took short ones by mistake." I felt like
a family traitor assisting him in tying up my sister, but I did as he asked
since Becky seemed to be complying willingly. After Becky's wrists and elbows
were bound together behind her back, Jake raised her feet to her hands and
tied them together as well. Then he said, "Check the knots." Becky began
to struggle a bit, and then stopped. "They're fine - I'm not going nowhere!"
she laughed. Jake tied a bandana over her eyes. "Can you see anything?"

"No - I'm blind," she said. "Good, now for the part you hate the most. Open
up!" Becky let out a sigh and opened her mouth. Jake put a piece of rope
in her mouth, winding it around her head and mouth a few times before tying
it tightly behind her head. Becky made a few noises but they weren't recognizable.
Jake said, "Good, I see the gag's working!" Jake went and opened the door
to the small dog carrier. Then he walked back to the table where Becky was.
He pushed her over so that she was now lying in her side instead of her stomach.
Then he took hold of the top of her bikini bottom, both in front and in back,
and pulled it about an inch towards her head so that it pulled up into her
butt and pussy. "Very nice!" he remarked.

"She doesn't like that!" I said. Jake laughed. "So what? WE do!" Then he
gave her another pinch on her butt-cheek, lifted her up in the air, and stuffed
her, rather roughly in my opinion, into the small dog carrier. He closed
the door and locked it with a padlock, and then put a dark cloth cover over
the whole case. "You can't watch this show," he said. "The client's paying
to have her all to himself. But the next one you should be able to watch.
This one's only lasting twenty minutes."

"I thought you said that one of the workers stays with the girl at all times
to make sure they don't do anything to her that they're not supposed to!"

"Yeah, Tim's going to be there with her. They just don't want anybody else
in the audience with her, that's all. You can wait here - there's a TV over
there - she'll be returning here after this show, before the next one." Jake
carried the dog-carrier out of the room. The door locked behind him. I did
my best to try and not think about what might be happening to Becky. But
I wasn't able to concentrate on the TV show. About ten minutes after Becky
had left, the door opened and a pretty young woman wearing a business suit
walked in. She looked at me and said, "Wow, you're a cute one! But I thought
tonight was girls' night?"

"I'm not an actor - I'm just here accompanying my sister."

"Oh, okay, so where is she?"

"In a show -she should return in about ten minutes."

"Oh, you don't mind if I get changed for my next show here, do you? Don't
worry - you won't see me naked!"

"Go ahead, don't mind me," I said. I tried not to watch her, but it was hard.
The woman removed all her clothes until she was wearing nothing but a very
small white bikini. I actually couldn't tell if it was a swimsuit or underwear.
Then she opened a closet and took out some clothes. She rolled a pair of
dark pantyhose up her legs, and then put on a short, tight, black leather
skirt with slits up the sides. After that she stepped into a pair of tall
black leather boots, with lots of buckles on the sides. She put some kind
of tight black leather top on, that only just made it past her boobs. The
top squeezed them in a way that made them look a lot bigger than they did
before. She put a leather jacket over that. Then she put on a black leather
cap and an assortment of big chunky jewelry. I watched as she did her makeup.
Then she opened another closet (that was locked with a key), took out a pair
of handcuffs, which she slipped into her belt, and a long black whip, which
she rolled up and held in her hand. "There, I'm done," she said. She came
around and stood in front of me. "So, what do you think?" she asked with
a smile. "Do I look scary enough?"

"Not really," I said. "Your smile still looks friendly." Within a split second
she made a deafening crack with her whip against the wall, and with a really
scary face on, yelled at me, "How's this?" That startled me. I tried to recompose
myself, trying to remember her pretty smile from before. "Yeah, that's scary,"
I said. She laughed, her smile returning. "Good, it should be. See you around,
kid!" She rustled my hair with her hand, and then left the room.

Moments later, Jake entered the room with Becky. She wasn't tied up this
time -she was walking on her own. After placing her in the room with me,
Jake left, the door locking behind him again. Becky appeared to be drenched
from head to toe. She was clutching a large towel around her tightly, but
the towel appeared to be totally soaked as well. "Can you get me another
towel, Mike?" she said, shivering. "They're in the cupboard over there."
When I brought her the towel, she took it and the other one drop to the floor.
She was completely naked. She began drying herself, making no effort to conceal
her nakedness from me as she did so. "Where's your bathing suit?" I asked.
"Turns out that client was a family member. I have no idea who it was - I
was kept blindfolded the whole time, and he didn't talk. But as you can see,
he stripped me completely. I think he ripped my bikini off with his teeth
- that's how it felt! The sicko! I bet it's Uncle Al! It's gotta be him -
he always looked at me funny in the pool, when I was little, and would always
'accidentally' touch me in places he shouldn't. At least he's paying me for
it, now! But I bet Aunt Val doesn't know about it!"

"I can't believe you agree to this!"

"Mike, for these twenty minutes I acted, I just made three thousand dollars!
Who cares if he saw me naked, and touched me a little too much? He didn't
hurt me, and he didn't rape me! So who cares?"

When she finished drying off, she let that towel drop to the floor as well.
"So, Mike, tell me honestly. Do I look good? Does it really feel good to
see me naked?" She held her hands out to the sides and spun around slowly,
giving me a good look.

I gulped. "I dunno, I guess so. You're thin and pretty." Remember, I was
only 11 and just beginning puberty, so it didn't really effect me that much.
She said, "You should look here - this is where they like to look the most!"
Then she spread her legs wide, put her hands up behind her head, and bent
over backwards until her hands were flat on the floor. I was looking right
into her vagina - her spread legs were keeping her lips open. After a few
moments she said, "And I bet you didn't know I could do this!" Without taking
her hands off the floor, she brought her legs together a bit, and then gave
a kick. Her legs went flying into the air until they were sticking straight
up in a perfect handstand. Her naked butt was towards me now. She bent her
head back so that she could see me, and then began to walk towards me, on
her hands, until she was only a few inches away. Then she opened her legs
again and let them down until they were sticking straight out to the sides,
180 degrees, in a perfect "splits". Again, I could see straight into her
vagina. A few moments later she put her legs up again, and then, still standing
only on her hands, turned herself around so that her front was now towards
me. Then she did the "splits" thing again. "You can touch it if you want,"
she said, friendly. "After all, you're my brother! And if Uncle Al touches
me there, YOU sure can!"

Against my better judgment, I felt it a bit with my fingertips. "I used to
have pubic hair, but they got me electrolysis to remove it completely. That's
also why I haven't had to shave my legs or armpits in a long time - I dunno
if you noticed." I touched her a bit, and she said, "That feels nice. Here
- let me show you something - can you hold me up a bit so I can lift a hand
off the ground?" I put my hands on her hips, just below her legs (which were
still being held out in the "splits" position). She lifted her left hand
up. "The best place to touch me," she said, "is right here. It's my clit
- that makes me feel the best." I felt her a bit more, and then she stood
back on her legs again. She lifted up her hands and ran them through her
long hair.

"Becky, I'm really surprised at you, I mean, until today, I can't remember
the last time I even saw you in a DRESS, let alone in a bathing suit! You
always wear baggy jeans and baggy T-shirts! And now you're letting me see
you naked, and asking me to touch you, as if it's as normal as can be?!"
She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "And you were worried about my bikini
riding up my pussy! Isn't it great that a brother and sister can be this
close? Mom and Dad would kill us if they knew about this, but as long as
they don't know, and I'm making good money and having fun, and nobody's getting
hurt, I say this is a great arrangement!" Then I said, "Shouldn't you be
putting something on? I mean, Jake or that other guy could walk in here any
second, unannounced!"

"And you don't think they saw me naked during the show with uncle Al, or
whoever it was? And see that camera? There are security cameras everywhere
here, even in the bathrooms. At first when I got here I did my best to keep
covered up as much as I could, but now I'm used to them seeing me naked,
and I don't even bother trying to hide it. Anyway, I don't think there's
any clothes in this room that would fit me." "Where are the clothes you came
in?"

"How should *I* know? The first thing they do to me when I check in to work
is give me some kind of bikini to wear, and take away my clothes and hide
them until they set me free for the day." I told her about the woman who
came in while she was at her show, and about the closet that she took clothes
out of. "It doesn't matter, anyway. Even if there are clothes in here that
would fit me, I'm not allowed to wear anything that they haven't specifically
told me to wear."

"What do you mean 'not allowed'? What would happen?"

"That's the only time the workers here are allowed to strip me naked against
my will - if I wear clothes that I wasn't supposed to. I did it once by mistake,
and it wasn't pleasant! Three of them came and held me down and took off
all my clothes, then they tied me down to a table, spread-eagled, face-up,
covered my whole body with chocolate syrup, and let two dogs lick me clean!
When the dogs had finished, they poured a whole garbage-pail full of ice-cold
water all over my naked body - there were even ice-cubes in it! It was horrible!
Then they dried me off with a really hot hair dryer. Only then did they untie
me, but then they locked me inside a glass in the office, and I had to stay
completely naked for the rest of the day. And I didn't even get any money
for that day. They videotaped the whole thing - I watched it once, it's incredible!
But you know what -even though I suffered at the time, and I was screaming
for them to stop until they put a gag in my mouth, deep down I enjoyed it.
It gave me a weird rush - I don't know how to explain it - I actually like
being tied up. A few times I've actually thought of breaking the rule again
just so they'd do it to me again, I'm really curious to see if they'd do
it the same way, and if I'd enjoy it again. The only thing that prevents
me from doing it is knowing that I'd lose all the money I would have made
that day. "So, normally after a show I'm still dressed in whatever I was
wearing, 'cause the workers here aren't allowed to take my clothes off or
to make me take them off. Only if I do a show with a family member who strips
me, and the relative doesn't bother to dress me or leave me with clothes
at the end of the show, they take me back to my room naked, wrapped only
in a sheet, or towel, if I got wet. If I wanted to, I could stay wrapped
in a towel now, until someone came and gave me something to wear. I did that
at the beginning. But now I figure - what's the point." A voice came over
an unseen intercom. "Nice speech, Becky! We appreciate your new policy as
well!" Becky laughed. "My pleasure," she said. A moment later a man who I
hadn't yet seen came into the room. "Hi Becky, nice pussy," he said. "Thanks,
Sam, glad you like it," she said, tipping her hips to the side. "Would you
give me the splits show like you gave him?"

"Oh no, Sammy, you know that show's only for family members!"

"Then would you at least agree to let me spank you?" I saw her wink at me.
"Okay... I mean, NO! PLEASE, NO! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" It was obvious that
her resistance was an act as Sam roughly grabbed her completely naked body,
and sat down on a chair bringing her over his knees. She was still wiggling
and struggling to get free, but he held her down firmly, and began bringing
his hand down, loudly slapping her bare butt-cheeks. "Ow, stop, please stop!"
she pleaded, but he continued. Finally he said, "Becky, if you want me to
stop spanking your cute little pink and sore bum, stop resisting me and let
me spank you twenty times without you moving a muscle."

"Okay, okay," she said and lay limp across him. He released his tight grip
and spanked her swiftly twenty times. "Tim said you deserved that anyway
for showing up late today." He pushed her off his knees and she slumped down,
curled into a ball, on the floor. "I've gotta use the john - I'll be back
in a minute to dress you for your last show of the day." As soon as he left
the room, Becky got up and smiled at me and gave me a hug. "Are there marks
on my butt?" she asked. I looked. "No, I don't see any."

"Don't worry, Mike, I hope you know by now that it didn't hurt a bit, my
protests were all an act. They know how to spank loudly, but without it hurting.
And *I* know why *he* had to go to the bathroom in such a hurry!"

"Do you ever see THEM naked, or have to touch THEM?"

"No, never. It's not allowed. Even if the clients want to jerk off in the
middle of a show, they have to leave the studio and go to a bathroom to do
it, even if I'm blindfolded anyway. Those are the rules." Sam came back into
the room. His hair was a mess, and one of his shirttails wasn't tucked in.
"Mike, you know, if you want your sister to treat you properly, you really
should give her a thorough bare-bottom spanking at least once a day. Right
Becky?"

"Of course, Sam!" she laughed. "Okay, let's get you guys ready. Mike, the
clients would like you to act as well, in this show. Do you mind?" That made
me nervous. "I don't think I should," I said. Mike laughed. "Don't worry,
you won't be tied up or spanked or anything. The audience of this show is
an old couple, husband and wife, who would like to see you act out a family
feud, a sibling rivalry, whatever you call it. They want to watch while you
handcuff her and give her a spanking, that's all. We'll pay you a thousand
bucks. You can handle that, can't you?" I looked at Becky. "Please?" she
said. I understood now that they ordered this show ahead of time, and that's
why she brought me here today. "Okay, I guess so, if that's what Becky wants."
She gave me a kiss. "Thanks," she said. "This will be fun."

"But I don't really know how to make good knots, or how to spank without
it hurting."

"Spank me as hard as you can - my butt can take it!" she said, facing away
and wiggling her still-naked butt at me.

Just then the door opened and the woman who had been there before came in,
still wearing her scary leather outfit. Sam said, "This is Nancy. She works
here. She's going to take you to another room and help you get into costume,
and teach you a bit about handcuffs and whips and whatever else you'll need
to know. Don't worry, your costume won't be anything immodest like your sisters'
costumes! Don't be afraid of her - she's in costume from her last show, but
under those tough clothes she's a nice, sweet person." Nancy led me out of
the room. As I left the room, I noticed Sam locking some kind of leash around
Becky's neck and fastening her wrists to the collar as well. The other end
of the chain was fastened to the ceiling. It didn't feel right leaving her
in such a vulnerable situation, alone with a strange man, completely naked
like that. But as I was glancing back at her nervously, Nancy gave me a firm
push out of the room, and the door shut with a loud click of the automatic
lock. She led me across the corridor into another room with a similar type
of door. Inside the room there was more or less the same equipment that was
in the previous one. As the door shut, locking us in, Nancy asked, "You don't
have a problem with leather, do you? Because the wife who's gonna be watching
you asked that we dress you completely in leather. Is that okay?"

"As long as it isn't skin-tight like yours!" I said. Nancy laughed. "I'll
do my best," she said. "Are you wearing boxers or briefs?"

"Boxers," I said. "Hmm, that might be a problem - I don't think they'll fit
right under the leather pants. Let me see..." she looked through a closet.
"This looks like it will fit you. You can wear this instead of underwear,
I don't think we have any boys' underwear here." She handed me a shiny black
boys Speedo bathing suit.

"It looks to small," I said. She laughed. "These things stretch," she said.
"Wait a minute... here. These are the pants that I think you'll wear. They
should fit you nicely." She handed me a pair of black leather pants. "You
don't have to change in front of me - there's a bathroom right here." She
opened the door to the adjoining bathroom.

"Get the Speedo and the pants on first, and I'll figure out what to do for
a shirt after." I asked her, "Nobody's going to force my pants off me and
look at my in the Speedo, are they?" She laughed. "No, don't worry! Tonight's
girls' night. Only the girls are stripped, bound, ad disciplined. If you
want that to happen to you, come back tomorrow - it'll be boys' night." I
was about to step into the bathroom to change when I remembered something.
"Wait, I can't change there - Becky told me there are hidden cameras!"

She laughed. "You can really tell you're a newcomer! Anyway, your shirt's
long enough - it'll cover your bits - just keep it on until you finish changing
your underwear." I entered the bathroom and closed the door. I put the Speedo
on, being careful to keep myself covered with my T- shirt. I always wore
boxers, and when I went swimming I wore baggy shorts, never Speedos. The
tight constricting feeling was quite strange. It didn't really hurt, but
it felt weird, maybe a little uncomfortable. I felt myself over the smooth
slippery material. It felt so... different. Nice. I didn't want anybody to
be able to see me in the Speedo, and for that reason I wanted to keep my
shirt down while I put my pants on as well. But I was really curious to see
how I looked in the Speedo. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I
took my T-shirt off, and modeled the Speedo for myself, in front of the full-length
mirror on the wall. I had never seen myself like this before. I thought I
looked cute. I had a small, cute, rounded butt. The Speedo covered it very
tightly, and you could see a vague outline of my butt-crack. But it wasn't
pulled in obscenely, the way they made Becky wear her suits. My bulge in
front was quite visible. I wasn't that big, yet, but you could clearly see
that I was a boy. I was nowhere near as smooth as Becky was in her crotch,
with which I had become all too familiar that day! I thought to myself about
whether I'd appear in public like that, only in a Speedo. I tried to imagine
walking around my mother and aunts and cousins, having them ogle my butt
and dick the way I looked at girls in their swimsuits. The thought made me
feel kind of sick, and I decided against it. After tonight, I'd go back to
wearing my regular baggy boxers and shorts. I pulled the leather pants up
my legs.

As I did so, I noticed what looked like a small hidden video camera, on the
floor just below the sink! So my shirt probably didn't help me any, after
all. They were smaller and tighter than I would have liked - they fit my
butt pretty tightly, even riding up a bit, and they didn't do much to hide
my bulge in the front. The legs weren't as tight fitting, although they,
too, fit a lot closer than my pants normally did. The legs ended mid-calf,
far from my ankles. I thought about asking for pants that didn't fit me as
tightly, but figured that compared to the stuff they were making Becky wear,
this was nothing, and I shouldn't complain. So I put my T-shirt back on and
left the bathroom.

"Finally," Nancy said. "I was worried about you! What took you so long? We
don't have much time. Well, anyway, give me your own pants and shorts." She
took them and put them in a white plastic bag. "Sit here," she said, and
lifted me up, sitting me down on a counter. I was surprised that she was
able to lift me, but then I realized that in her profession she was required
to be very strong. Without asking me or explaining anything, she removed
my socks and put them in the bag. Wait here while I get your shoes - we wouldn't
want to lose anything!" I had left them in the bathroom. She came back, and
my shoes were in the bag as well. "Hands up!" she said as she pulled my shirt
off and placed it in the bag. I felt a little funny sitting there in front
of her with no shirt on -usually I thought of myself as being too skinny
and didn't want anybody to see me shirtless. But she didn't ask me. My T-shirt
went into the bag as well. I saw her tie a knot in the bag, scribble something
on it with a black marker, and toss it into a drawer that turned out to be
the opening of some kind of laundry-shoot.

"They'll keep that safe for you until your done for the day," she said. I
felt a little violated being controlled like that, but didn't say anything.
She lifted me off the counter and placed me down on the ground. She circled
me a few times, looking at me closely. "Those pants fit you quite nicely.
I'm glad to see that you don't have any blemishes on your chest or back.
Would you mind if I saw you just in your Speedo, without your pants on? I've
had a real hard, long day, took a lot of beatings from clients - it would
really warm my day if you let me."

"Sorry, Nancy, but I don't really feel comfortable with that."

"Come on, yours won't be the first I've seen - we've got hundreds of boys
coming through here! Well, I hope that you'll change your mind later. Now,
for your top you're going to wear this." She fit a small black leather vest
over my shoulders. It was sleeveless, of course, and very short, ending around
the beginning of my stomach. There were no buttons or clasps or anything
to fasten it in the front, and truthfully, even if there had been, the ends
didn't meet in the front, anyway. There was no way to keep it closed, and
it flapped around constantly, revealing my whole chest. If I were a girl,
this would have been quite problematic! "There, you're all set. You look
adorable!" She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Shouldn't I be wearing a little
more?" I asked.

"Why? You look great! Your client's gonna love this outfit on you. Now we
don't have much time, so let me teach you the ropes about the ropes! Let's
see, I don't know if I can teach you to make tight knots in such little time,
so lets stick with the things that lock. Like handcuffs. Here's how they
work." I felt a push, a tug, heard some clinks, and before I knew it my wrists
were firmly cuffed behind my back. "Hey," I said. "Sorry, it was too tempting.
But anyway, before you cuff someone, you should know what it feels like to
be cuffed yourself. I'll take them off in a minute. First, though, I'll demonstrate
on my own wrist." She showed me how to lock the cuff, and how to unlock it
with the key. Truthfully, I already knew how to do it, but she showed me
anyway. "That's all there's to it. There are cuffs of different size, and
we have them marked for your convenience, so you can grab them easily. These
ones are for children's ankles," she said, "and they lock the same way. Watch."

"No, don't," I begged. But she got down on her knees and locked one cuff
to one of my legs, then pushed my legs together and locked the other cuff
on my other leg. "Please unlock me," I asked, trying my best not to cry.
"In a minute. Don't worry - I won't hurt you or anything." She showed me
a simple ball-gag, first locking it closed in the air to show me how it's
done. Then, when I opened my mouth to protest, she stuffed it inside and
locked it behind my head. "You're going to be doing this to your sister in
a minute, so you need to know how it feels yourself." I felt so ridiculous,
and very nervous. "Don't worry, it'll be okay." She rubbed my neck, shoulders
and back in a comforting, soothing way, and I calmed down. "Now I need to
teach you about spanking." I tried to voice a protest but with the gag in
my mouth I couldn't. "And I know that you said you didn't want me to see
you just in the Speedo, but I forgot that I have to teach you spanking, so
I really don't have a choice. Sorry." She undid the button and then the zipper
of my pants, and then pulled them down to my ankles. They were so tight that
they didn't fall down by themselves, even after they had been undone.

"Let me see," she said, circling me slowly. "You look REALLY CUTE! Wow! I
was right! You'd really be a star here on boys' night, you know! You should
really consider it -you'd make a lot of money - the boys make more than the
girls here, you know! Anyway, let me teach you how to spank properly." She
picked me up by the waist and carried me over to a chair, where she sat down
and placed me over her knees. As my hands were cuffed behind my back, they
naturally rested over my butt. Noticing this, she said "This will never do!"
and she locked some kind of chain around my neck and attached it to the chain
of the handcuff, forcing my hands to remain as close to my neck as humanly
possible. "That's better," she said. "We can't have those blocking the nice
view, can we?" She rested a hand right on my butt. I had never been touched
like that before.

"Now here are the secrets of giving a proper spanking. In a show like this
one, you want the spankings to be loud, but not to hurt. Like these," she
said, and she began spanking me. It made me jump at first, because the slaps
were really loud. But then I realized that it really didn't hurt - Becky
was right about that."

"If you hold your hand like this," she said, putting her hand in front of
my face so I could see its position, "it'll make a nice loud sound but it
won't hurt - just like this." She gave me a few more painless slaps. "But
if you hold your hand normally, like this, it can hurt a lot. Like this,"
she gave me two whacks - and they really hurt a lot! I jumped at them, and
would have begged her to stop if I was able to speak. After that she sat
me back down on the counter. My pants were still down around my ankles. She
gave me instructions about the rest of the equipment I might need to use,
including the locks that were used on the cages (thankfully she didn't lock
me in a cage), the whips (that also made really loud sounds but didn't hurt),
and the chains and other things used to restrain victims in all kinds of
strange poses. And she showed me a bondage booklet, showing all kinds of
bondage positions and techniques.

"If you come to work here, you'll have to become very familiar with that
booklet. But for now, just look it over a bit, that should be enough. Oh,
remember - even though our whips and spankings don't really hurt, our clients
want them to hurt. Not a lot, but enough to make you yelp and beg for mercy.
That's what they come to see. So if you're on the receiving end of painless
spankings or whippings, act like it hurts a lot. And if you use the techniques
I showed you spanking your sister, and she cries and begs you to stop, don't
worry about it - pay no attention - she's just acting the way we taught her
to. If, though, a client pays to be able to spank you themselves, which occasionally
happens, we can't guarantee that it won't hurt. One of us will be there to
make sure they don't give you too much. But, remember that usually the clients
don't have much experience spanking, and they don't know if it's hurting
or not, so they'll start out lightly. And if you make a big enough deal out
of their light spanks that don't really hurt, they'll think that they're
already hurting you enough and won't spank you harder. That's my word of
advice, what I do when it happens to me. And, if it DOES hurt, you're allowed
to cry - they like it that way anyway. But just think of all the money you're
making, and that'll make it feel worthwhile."

Nancy lifted me down off the counter and unlocked me, starting with the gag
and then doing my neck, wrists and ankles. I bent down to pick up my pants,
and she said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to put your pants back on you. Sorry,
I'll do that for you!" She bent down and pulled my pants up my legs and up
over my butt (a little too high, in my opinion), fastened the button, and
then brought the zipper up. "There you go. So, how do you feel? Was your
first bondage experience so bad?"

"I'm okay," I said. "Good, so maybe you'll consider coming to work with us
on boys' nights - I really enjoy working with you. Now, about this show,
the old people really want you just to follow their instructions. You'll
be locking Becky up and spanking her and torturing her in other ways, but
just do whatever they tell you to. Sam will be there to referee, and to make
sure nothing's done against the rules. Just follow your instructions, and
have a good time!" Nancy led me out the door, down the corridor, to another
room. Becky was already waiting for me in there. "The door on the other side
of the room is the entrance to the stage. Wait here, and come through that
door when it opens." After Nancy left, Becky asked me, "How did it go?"

"Okay," I said, not getting into details. "I know Nancy," Becky said. "She
can be pretty tough and strict - I've had her discipline me on stage a few
times. Usually the men do it to the girls, but some clients like to see girls
disciplining girls."

"Have you ever done it to someone else?" I asked. "No, not yet. They told
me that for the time being, I'm enjoyed best if I'm kept on the receiving
end, whatever that means! Anyway, in this show don't worry about me and do
to me whatever they tell you to - I can take it."

"I'm surprised to see you wearing a dress!" I said. It was way too modest
compared to the bikini she was wearing before. True, it was very short and
tight, and had an open back. But compared to the rest, it was quite modest.
It was made of royal blue velvety material, and she wore opaque white tights
on her legs. "Yeah, well, this is the way the want the show to start. But
don't worry - I doubt I'll stay this covered very long. You're going to have
to undress me. I'm going to pretend to resist you, so be ready. Catch me
in a headlock or something like that and pull the dress off. It's best if
you pull it up over my head - that makes the best effect. And take the dress
off before you take the tights off - they love to see the top of tights.
I'm wearing a one-piece bathing suit under the dress, also with an open back,
like the dress. But I guess that's obvious. After you do whatever they want
you to do to me in the one-piece, they're gonna tell you to take my swimsuit
off. Under it, I'm wearing a bikini, similar to the one I wore before. Only
I'm not wearing a top - only a bottom, because otherwise the straps would
show on my back. There's going to be a bikini top somewhere on the stage,
on a table or something, so when you take my one-piece off, put the bikini
top on me at the same time. But if they tell you to take my bikini off, don't
listen, because I'm not wearing anything under it."

A bell rang and the door to the stage opened. "Push me onto the stage," she
said quietly. "I'm supposed to protest." I pushed, and she faked protest.
After we got on the stage the door automatically closed behind us. Sam was
there on stage. "Let me go! I don't want to be here!" Becky whined. She was
a good actor.

Sam spoke. "Mike, you're now on stage. This mirror you see before you is
actually one-way glass. There's an audience sitting on the other side, who
doesn't want you to be able to see them. They can see everything you do here.
They're going to give you instructions over a loudspeaker. Just do what they
tell you. You know the rules - I'll be sitting here on the side making sure
everything goes well." Becky whined again. "Let me go, you sick perverts!
Let me go!"

"Shut up!" I said, getting into character and grabbing her wrists. We began
to struggle together a bit.

A voice came over the loudspeaker. "Flip her skirt up so we can see what's
under it." Her hands went down to hold her skirt down.

"Stay away! You're my brother! You're not supposed to do things like this
to me!" I gave her a painless slap on her face. When her hands flew up to
her cheeks, I lifted the skirt of her dress up, giving the audience the look
that they wanted. I could see it as well, in the large mirror of the one-way
glass. Becky turned around to try to push me away, and I kept hold of her
skirt, so that the audience got a nice view of her other side as well.

The show went pretty well. I think I acted well. I was told to lift her skirt
up and spank her over my knees, to pinch her and slap her here and there,
and to put my hand on her crotch. I did exactly as I was told, and she screamed
and protested it all. When I was told to, I took her dress off, over her
head the way she told me was best. Then I took her tights off. I was enjoying
this, and I think I was getting a boner, but my tight clothes held it in.
I did all kinds of stuff to her, putting her into all kinds of weird bondage
positions, touching her all over, running my finger through her butt- hole,
just the way they told me to.

While I had her bound to a frame, standing in a spread- eagle position, gagged
and blindfolded, with a belt locked around the top of her head locked to
the top of the frame preventing her from moving her head up and down, they
told me to take her one-piece suit off. I went to get the keys to the locks,
but the voice said I should do it without unlocking her.

"You can cut the suit off with scissors," the voice said. Sam handed me a
pair of scissors. I found the bikini top that Becky told me would be on stage.
It was supposed to be pulled over the head, and had a strap that looped around
the back of the neck. Another strap was to be tied behind her back. This
was going to be a bit difficult, I thought, covering her chest before removing
her bathing suit, when she was fastened in a position facing the audience,
and couldn't move her arms or head at all. I wanted to put the first loop
over her head first, so that it would be dangling over her chest before I
removed her one-piece, but I couldn't because the first loop wasn't supposed
to be tied, it was permanently connected.

"Don't worry about her chest," Sam suggested from the side. "Since you're
her brother, you're allowed to take her top off anyway." But I didn't want
to do that. Then I got an idea. I used the scissors, and snipped that strap
in two, and then tied it around her neck. It was probably tighter than it
should have been since it wasn't meant to be tied like that, but I figured
she'd rather it be tight than be naked. Next I tight the other strings loosely
around her back. This appeared to cover her nipple area adequately. Since
I was going to be cutting the one-piece off her anyway, there was no reason
I wouldn't be able to slip it out under the bikini top. And that's what I
did. I snipped the top of the shoulder straps and pulled the top of her one-piece
down through the bikini top. Then I tied her bikini top tighter around her
chest. I pulled the one-piece down some more, and then cut across the crotch-piece,
and down one side, and removed it completely, tossing it down on the floor.
The voice told me to pull her bikini bottom up so that her butt-crack and
"camel-toe" would be visible. I did it without giving it much thought, strange
how I had been so upset by that before. I tortured her some more in the bikini.

Then the voice said, "Put the sound blockers on her ears." I didn't know
what they were, and Sam showed me a device that looked like a big headset.
I put it over her ears. Sam said that would prevent her from hearing, completely,
and he showed me how to lock it in place so that even if I unlocked her cuffs
she couldn't remove it. The voice told me to do just that - to unlock her
wrists and ankles, but to leave her blindfolded, gagged, and deaf. Then they
told me to do different things to torture her. She tried to stop me each
time, but since all her senses but touch were disabled, she couldn't tell
what was coming; everything came as a surprise, before she was able to try
and stop me. Then the voice said, "Take her bikini off."

"No," I said. "I know that's against the rules."

"No it isn't - you're her brother - you're allowed to."

"Do I have to?" I asked Sam. "No you don't, that's your choice."

"Then I won't."

"We'll give you an extra thousand dollars," the voice said. "Each?" I asked.
"No, just for you. She doesn't have a choice in the matter, does she!"

"I'll have to ask her first."

"No!" the voice boomed. "Leave her the way she is. Just take off her bikini
and do as we say. If you do, you'll get a lot more money."

"I don't know if she'd want me to," I said. "That doesn't matter - you know
that a family member's allowed to take off her clothes even AGAINST her wishes!"

"Honey," a woman's voice said over the microphone, "This is why we asked
that her brother be in this show with her - so that he'd be able to remove
her clothes. We've seen her shows before, and we'd so much like to see her
naked." The woman's voice sounded like a kind old grandmother. That this
would be one of her interests seemed very strange. "We'll give you an extra
two thousand dollars. Just do it." I thought about how easy-going she had
been about walking around naked, and figured that she didn't really mind
it. So I took her bikini top off and tossed it on the floor.

"Suck her nipple," the female voice said. I did. "Now take the bottom off,"
the male voice said.

"I think this is enough," I said. "Anyway, normally relatives are only allowed
to take the top off - I'm not paying anything for this."

"We're paying more than enough for everything. Take it off. We'll give you
three thousand extra, but no more. Just do what we say." I felt bad for Becky,
but couldn't resist so much money. So off her bottoms went. Then they had
me hog-tie her again, using the cuffs. They had me lock her knees apart,
chained to two hooks that appeared on the floor, so that her thighs were
nicely spread, giving a clear view into her pussy. Becky wasn't able to communicate
at all, as she was still gagged, and the large blindfold wouldn't let me
see her facial expressions. She resisted me a bit as I hog-tied her. Tired
of having to fight her all the time I slapped her bare butt hard, forgetting
to use the painless technique, and she immediately stopped resisting and
allowed me to hog-tie her. They had me finger her crotch all over, telling
me to pay special attention to her clit. Then they told me to stick a finger
up her vagina.

"I can't do that!" I said. The eleven-year-old that I was knew way too much
about female anatomy than I should have. "Don't worry," Sam said. "She's
not a virgin."

"What do you mean she's not a virgin?" I began to get angry. "No, she IS
a virgin, but she doesn't have a hymen. We had a doctor remove it so she'd
be more flexible. You can put your finger inside - it won't bleed."

I was anxious to get this show over-with already so I just did what they
said. After that, they told me to stick two fingers in at once, and then
three. I could feel her pussy- lips squeezing my fingers as they entered
and exited her. I was surprised I could fit so much in there! Then they had
me put fingers in her butt, and I could see her pussy lips quivering as I
did so. I think she moaned lightly through her gag. Then they had me lick
her pussy all over. They told me to lick her clit a lot, and then they told
me to stick my tongue up her pussy as far as I could. I don't know why I
listened to them - I felt bad about it afterwards. It had a strange taste,
I don't know how to explain it.

Then I was told to start the water treatment. I was told to lift her up and
put her inside a huge clear-glass container, filled with a hot, funny smelling
liquid. I have no idea what it was. She was still hog-tied - and I wasn't
strong enough to lift her off the ground by myself. A door opened, and then
an old man walked onto the stage. From his voice I could tell he was the
one speaking in the microphone. After that an old woman came on stage - I
figured it was his wife. The woman said, "Let's put you someplace safe,"
and picked me up off the ground, and hoisted me over her shoulder! I was
so shocked, that I didn't realize, until it was too late, that she put me
inside a vacant cage that suspended at the side of the stage, and locked
the door. "Now you won't get hurt," she said, and walked away.

Through the bars of the cage I watched what they did to Becky. The man picked
her up, effortlessly, into the air, placing one hand one her naked crotch,
and the other on her back. He tossed her into the liquid, waited a moment,
and then fished her out with a net. I could see that she was completely drenched
as he put her down on the stage floor. The voice said, "Sam, can we give
you an extra two thousand to see the dogs?"

"Better yet," he said. "Especially for you, because you're such good clients,
we got you real tigers! You'd better go back to your seats, they're hungry!"
I watched as the couple returned through the door, taking their seats on
the other side of the one-way glass (I guess). Becky was lying helpless in
the middle of the stage. I assumed she didn't know about the lions, since
the sound-blockers were still on her ears. Four big ferocious- looking lions
came roaring onto the stage. Seeing me there in the cage, one of them started
to roar at me and angrily tried to open the cage door. I was so scared, and
was now thankful I had been locked inside against my will. After a few moments
the lion gave up on me. I noticed they were all looking at poor Becky, now,
slowly circling around her. Finally, one of them roared, followed by the
rest of them, and then they began licking her all over, from head to toe.
At one point one of the lions nudged her with its snout and rolled her over
onto her other side. They licked her all over for maybe ten minutes, and
then a man came onstage and called the lions. They followed him out the door.

The woman came back onstage and asked Sam for a key, then let me out of my
cage.

"You were very good and brave," she said to me, patting me on the butt. "You
can finish performing the show now."

They had me unlock Becky, leaving all her headgear on. Becky appeared to
be thoroughly exhausted now and didn't resist anything, just went slowly
wherever I dragged her. They had me lay her down, face up, spread-eagled,
on a table. They didn't tell me to tie her down this time. They told me to
clean her off by spraying her with a hose. The water was ice-cold, and caused
her nipples to stand up. She quivered as I did this but didn't try to stop
me.

"Now put her to sleep," the voice said.

"Huh?" I said. Sam came and handed me a cloth. "Be careful not to breathe
this in - it has ether on it. Hold it over her mouth and nose for thirty
seconds and she'll fall fast asleep. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe, and
she'll wake up soon after." I didn't like the idea of it, but did as told.
When I placed the cloth on her face, she apparently realized what it was
and tried to push me away with her hands. But I held it to her face firmly,
and within a second or two her arms fell back down onto the table, and you
could tell she was asleep.

"Hold it there a little longer," the voice said. "Okay, that's enough. Now
take off all her head gear." I did. Becky was quite unconscious, and still
completely drenched. They told me to move her back into the spread-eagle
position, and I did. Then the couple came back on stage and looked at Becky
closely, with big smiles on their faces.

"Thanks for the show," they said. "It was great. You did great! We hope to
see you back here again, soon! Now, Sam will give you your money just like
we promised you. Go on back stage - we need a few minutes alone with your
sister before she wakes up." I didn't want to leave her like this, but the
stage door opened and Nancy came onstage. She took me by the hand and led
me off stage. The door closed behind us.

"Don't worry," she told me. "They won't hurt her, they're good people." We
waited there about ten minutes, and then Sam came in, carrying my naked sister,
who was still quite unconscious.

"Let's go back to your dressing room," he said, leading the way. "Wait here
with her until she wakes up. We'll come in when she does."

"How long will it take?" I asked. "Oh, probably about another twenty minutes.
If you think she's cold, there's a blanket in the cupboard over there. I
did my best to dry her off when those people left the stage."

"What did they do to her?" I asked. "I'm not allowed to tell you that," he
said. "But don't worry, nothing bad."

"Will you tell her?"

"Of course not - that's the whole excitement of the ether - that she can
never know what they did to her while she slept."

"You do that to all your actors?"

"No, the client has to pay an extra five thousand for that. It requires us
to have a doctor here, just in case."

Becky finally woke up, and I was surprised that she was happy. She sat up,
taking the blanket off her, making no effort to cover her nakedness from
me.

"Phew," she said. "I'm glad THAT's over!" We talked a bit about the show.
She complimented me on my good performance, saying that I handled her well.
I filled her in on some of the details that she missed due to her situation.
And I asked her if she would have consented to the stuff I did to her.

"What difference does it make?" she asked. "You know the rules - you're a
relative, so you're allowed to do that to me whether I like it or not. But
I'm glad you did it. The truth is that some of those things I wanted you
to, and some of them, if you had asked me, I would have said 'no'. But after
the fact, I'm glad you did it anyway. 'Cause I didn't get hurt or anything,
and it's a lot of money, so - why not?"

Nancy and Sam came into the room with our bags of clothes. "You guys did
great," he said. "I'm so proud of you both. Mike, you're welcome back here
whenever you want to perform again, with or without your sister. And you
know, we pay well!" He handed us each envelopes filled with hundred dollar
bills.

"Mike, we need your clothes back, so would you mind changing into your street
clothes? You can keep the Speedo - that's our gift."

Becky was already naked, so she didn't need to leave the room to get changed
- there was no point. In front of us all she pulled on her underwear, jeans,
and baggy T-shirt. I took my bag of clothes towards the bathroom to change.
"Oh, don't be silly," Becky said. "You saw me COMPLETELY naked! And more!
And you're still scared of us seeing you in a Speedo?" Filled with all kinds
of mixed emotions

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