GAMEBOY

BY ANONYMOUS

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, I took my pants off right there, in front of
them. I decided to skip putting my boxer shorts on, and just wear
the Speedo home instead of underwear, to not complicate matters.
I handed the pile of leather to Nancy, and she put it away.

***

"How was bowling?" Mom asked as we walked in the door.

"Fine," we both said.

"Did your team win?"

We answered simultaneously, I said "No" and Becky said, "Yes."
Then Becky made a quick recovery. "We played three games, losing
the first and winning the other two."

"You got back a little late tonight." Yeah, well we all went out
for pizza after the bowling.

"That's nice. Well, goodnight you two."

"Goodnight Mom," we both replied.