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 ï>¿Tracey -(TM)s baby-sitting nightmare by worthless fem

   Part 01

   Tracey made her way reluctantly across town to her sister Suzanne -(TM)s
place.  She and her husband Robert were going away for a week and had asked
 -" well, to Tracey it had felt more like they -(TM)d ordered her  -" to
babysit the unruly brood of brats that Suzanne had whelped since she -(TM)d
been married.

   It -(TM)s so unfair, Tracey thought.  I was planning to go on holiday
but instead I -(TM)ve had to waste a whole week off work looking after this
evil bunch of brats.  And she remembered not just the lots of minor
nastiness they -(TM)d inflicted on her but the memory of the disastrous day
on the beach six months ago was still fresh in her mind.  (See  -~Life
-(TM)s a Beach -(TM) for details of that story).

   She parked up the car and got out, reluctantly forcing herself to go to
the front door.  Tracey was wearing a skirt, high-heeled shoes, a blouse, a
sweater and of course tights, bra and knickers.  She -(TM)d also taken the
precaution of bringing quite a few changes of clothes with her as she knew
that the bratty kids loved to play tricks on her that generally ruined
whatever she was wearing at the time.

   As she rang the front door bell  -" it really annoyed her that Robert
and Suzanne hadn -(TM)t given her a key to their house  -" she waited
nervously for it to open.  Sure enough, it was the foul-mouthed and
consistently rude 15-year old Emily who answered it.

    -~Oh, it -(TM)s you, Tracey, -(TM) she said unenthusiastically.   -~I
suppose I -(TM)d better let you come in.  How long are we stuck with you
under our roof? -(TM)

    -~A week, -(TM) Tracey told her.

    -~I remember now.  It -(TM)s eight days actually.  Can -(TM)t even get
that right, can you?  What a fucking bimbo you are!  Well, you -(TM)d
better come in and you can make us all some lunch while we sit down and
decide how we -(TM)re going to pass the time while we -(TM)re lumbered with
you. -(TM)

   Tracey was furious but she had eight days and being an incurable
optimist she hoped that by around the second day she might be able to lick
the appalling brats into some kind of shape.  Naturally Emily and her
siblings had completely different plans for her.

    -~Your bimbo aunt Tracey is here, -(TM) Emily announced.   -~We -(TM)re
stuck with her for the next eight days. -(TM)

    -~Oh, I don -(TM)t know, -(TM) laughed Lucy.   -~It might be fun having
that fat fucking bitch all to ourselves. -(TM)

   Tracey scowled and turned to Emily.

    -~Are you or one of the other kids going to at least carry in my
luggage? -(TM)

    -~No, -(TM) said Emily bluntly.   -~Carry your own fucking bags!  You
could do with losing a bit of weight and the exercise will do you good. 
That -(TM)s if anything can do YOU any good, of course. -(TM)

   Tracey fumed but brought in her heavy suitcase from the car as well as
the backpack she -(TM)d also packed.

    -~Well, like I said, Tracey, we -(TM)re hungry so go and make us all
some lunch, -(TM) said Emily.

    -~Why don -(TM)t you do it yourself? -(TM) the unwilling babysitter
retorted.   -~If you -(TM)re not willing to do a simple thing like carrying
in my case why the hell should I cook you lunch?  I -(TM)ve only just got
inside the door and already you -(TM)re behaving appallingly! -(TM)

    -~Oh, fuck you, Tracey! -(TM) said Emily.   -~I -(TM)ll send out for a
takeaway and pay for it on Suzanne -(TM)s card.  Your cooking is probably
the next thing to eating shit anyway! -(TM)

   Tracey controlled an increasingly strong desire to explode and picked up
her suitcase and backpack.

    -~I -(TM)ll go and take these upstairs, -(TM) she said.

    -~OK.  You -(TM)re sleeping in the attic room by the way. -(TM)

    -~What?  I ought to be in your parents -(TM) room while I -(TM)m here!
-(TM)

    -~No chance, Tracey.  That room is locked and I -(TM)ve got the key to
it.  You go in the fucking attic and that -(TM)s final. -(TM)

   Tracey fumed as she climbed the stairs with her luggage and came to the
top of the landing.  She went up the extra flight of stairs, struggling
with her heavy baggage, and arrived at the door of the small room.

    -~It -(TM)s locked! -(TM) she said angrily.

    -~So it is, -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~I suppose I -(TM)d better go and
open it then.  We all have keys to our own rooms and I -(TM)ve got the keys
to all the rooms! -(TM)

    -~You -(TM)d better let me have my key, then, -(TM) said Tracey with a
bad grace.

    -~Sure, I -(TM)ll give it to you when I -(TM)ve unlocked it. -(TM)

   The girl was infuriating and utterly obnoxious.  Tracey didn -(TM)t know
how she -(TM)d get through eight days with these monsters but she tried to
control herself.  Emily unlocked the door and pushed it open.

    -~There you go, Tracey; your little box room in the attic!  Cozy, isn
-(TM)t it? -(TM)

   Tracey fumed and went inside.  There was a tiny single bed, a small
wardrobe, a chair, a dressing table and nothing else.  You could hardly
move inside the room but it was going to have to be her home for the next
eight days.

   Tracey dumped her stuff on the floor and then walked back down the
stairs again.  She locked the room with the key Emily had given her and
made her way to the kitchen.

    -~Now what have we got for lunch? -(TM) she asked, trying to calm down.

    -~Not a lot, -(TM) Emily grinned.   -~We tend to eat out mostly or get
takeaways.  I think there -(TM)s some bread and cheese and a few tins of
stuff and there may be something in the freezer.  Of course there -(TM)s
nothing stopping you going out and doing some shopping, Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey examined the meagre provisions and gritted her teeth.  She didn
-(TM)t fancy any of it and she reluctantly decided to go out shopping.

    -~OK, I -(TM)ll go down the shops, -(TM) she said.   -~Anyone want to
come with me? -(TM)

   There was a brief and whispered conversation between the kids and
finally Emily answered.

    -~I suppose we -(TM)d better go to make sure you get the right sort of
food, -(TM) she said insultingly.   -~We can -(TM)t trust you to get
anything right when you -(TM)re not properly supervised, Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey bristled in anger at the insult but controlled herself.  She was
stuck with these brats for eight days and it wasn -(TM)t worth losing her
temper this early.  The brats got into the car, Emily sitting in the front
passenger seat next to Tracey, and with nervous anticipation Tracey started
the car and drove off.

   The shopping mall was about a twenty minute drive from where the family
lived and Tracey had to endure a lot of sarcastic comments about how bad a
driver she was and how much better their own parents were.  Eventually they
arrived and Tracey led her unruly menagerie into the store.

    -~Try to behave yourselves, -(TM) she said in a desperate attempt to
impose some sort of discipline.

   They completely ignored her as she began her shopping journey at the
food counter.  Emily spoke briefly to her siblings as they deliberately
lagged a few faces behind.

    -~Let -(TM)s get the bitch, -(TM) she said.   -~Wouldn -(TM)t it be
fucking great if we could humiliate her right in the middle of a big
shopping centre? -(TM)

   Her brothers and sisters enthusiastically agreed with the idea.  The
14-year old Lucy gazed around the store thoughtfully to see if there was
anything obvious they could try.  The younger Stacey, John, Walter and
Edward tended to take their cue from the two elder girls and knew they
would come up with something suitably nasty to surprise Tracey with.

   Then Emily came up with a really bright idea.

    -~Hey, let -(TM)s get her into the big DIY store round the corner,
-(TM) she said.   -~I know the store manager and I -(TM)m sure he -(TM)d be
happy to go along with my idea. -(TM)

    -~What is it? -(TM) asked Lucy eagerly.

    -~Wait and see, -(TM) Emily grinned.

   So the reluctant Tracey was coaxed into visiting the DIY store and while
the other kids kept her busy Emily wandered off and asked to speak to the
manager.  Mr Chambers met her and was immediately enthusiastic about the
ideas she put forward.

   Once the plan had been arranged Emily returned led them across to a
selection of items.  She picked up a glue gun and began fiddling with it to
Tracey -(TM)s irritation.

   A quick nod to Lucy got her sister to distract Tracey for a few vital
moments while Emily got the gun ready.  She aimed it at Tracey -(TM)s skirt
and fired.  The oblivious Tracey didn -(TM)t realise that Emily had fired
the glue gun at such an angle that the hem of Tracey -(TM)s skirt was now
securely fastened to the metal beam of an aluminium shelving unit.  Tracey
tried to turn around and get a better look at what had happened and she
suddenly realised she was held fast to the girder by her skirt.

    -~Oh shit, -(TM) said Emily in mock remorse.   -~I must have fired the
glue gun by accident.  Looks like you -(TM)re well and truly stuck to that
pillar, Tracey.  Stupid fucking cunt! -(TM)

   John, who was studying science at school, then began to tell Tracey
about the effects of the glue gun.

    -~What it is, Tracey, is that this glue gun fires hot metal adhesive.
It takes a few seconds to turn solid and once it does  -" well, basically
anything it sticks to stays stuck.  So basically now that it -(TM)s stuck
your skirt to the girder you -(TM)re fucked, Tracey. -(TM)

   She glared at him angrily.

    -~Don -(TM)t give me a science lesson! -(TM) she said.   -~Just tell me
how to get rid of the stuff! -(TM)

    -~No real way in the position you -(TM)re in except getting rid of that
skirt, -(TM) he smiled.   -~If you like I can cut it off for you. -(TM)

   Tracey fumed and wondered what the hell she should do.  On the one hand
she had to move away from the position she was in but if he was telling the
truth then the only way of escape was through public humiliation.

    -~Get the store manager! -(TM) she shouted at the kids.   -~Now! -(TM)

   Emily smiled happily.

    -~I -(TM)ll go and find him, -(TM) she said.   -~I -(TM)m sure he
-(TM)ll know what to do, Tracey. -(TM)

   In a couple of minutes Emily returned with the store manager Mr
Chambers. Even though John had been assuring Tracey that the glue was stuck
fast and that there was no way she could get herself free she still tried
desperately to detach her skirt from the metal shelf.

    -~What seems to be the problem? -(TM) asked Mr Chambers, a beaming
smile on his face.

    -~My skirt is stuck to this  -" this metal thing, -(TM) said Tracey.  
-~I -(TM)ve been trying to get it free but nothing happens. -(TM)

    -~How did that happen? -(TM)

    -~That idiot, -(TM) said Tracey, glaring at Emily,  -~fired a glue gun
at me and stuck my skirt to it. -(TM)

    -~Huh! -(TM) said Emily.   -~You -(TM)re the one whose skirt is stuck
and you think I -(TM)M the fucking idiot! -(TM)

    -~Let -(TM)s see what we can do, -(TM) said Mr Chambers.   -~I -(TM)m
afraid this adhesive is extremely strong and there -(TM)s only one way we
-(TM)ll be able to remove it. -(TM)

    -~What -(TM)s that? -(TM) asked a resigned Tracey.

    -~We -(TM)ll have to cut your skirt off because it will take days to
detach the material from the shelving unit. -(TM)

    -~Cut my skirt off! -(TM) Tracey protested.   -~But I -(TM)ve got
nothing else to wear  -" over my legs.  I -(TM)ll have to walk around
showing my knickers! -(TM)

    -~If you like I could call the fire brigade and ask them to release
you, -(TM) he said.   -~It might take them half an hour or so to get here
and even then they -(TM)d still have to cut away your skirt.  I could do it
for you in a couple of minutes. -(TM)

    -~But what about my skirt?  It -(TM)ll be ruined! -(TM)

    -~Yes, I -(TM)m afraid it will.  And I -(TM)ll have to charge you for
wasting a perfectly good glue gun as well. -(TM)

    -~Well, perhaps the store should pay for a new skirt for me, -(TM)
Tracey retorted.

    -~If it had been our fault then of course we would, -(TM) Mr Chambers
replied.   -~But as the  -" accident  -" was the result of carelessness on
your part we -(TM)re not liable. -(TM)

    -~On my part?  How do you work that out? -(TM)

    -~You are supposedly the responsible adult in the party and if you
-(TM)d been better at supervising the children then the glue gun wouldn
-(TM)t have been fired.  Now do you want me to call out the fire brigade or
will you let me cut off your skirt and free you? -(TM)

   Tracey gave Emily a venomous look.

    -~I suppose I -(TM)ve got no choice, -(TM) she said reluctantly.  
-~OK, cut my skirt off. -(TM)

   Mr Chambers went to another aisle and returned with a pair of scissors.
To the delight of the children he cut away Tracey -(TM)s skirt and left the
glued portion attached to the shelving unit.  She was now standing in the
store dressed in her sweater, tights and knickers.

    -~I don -(TM)t suppose you sell clothes here, -(TM) she said hopefully.

    -~We have things like overalls and workmen -(TM)s clothes if you -(TM)d
like to buy one of them. -(TM)

    -~Maybe I -(TM)d better.  I can -(TM)t walk around dressed like this!
Can I try them on? -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m afraid not.  We don -(TM)t have a fitting room.  But I
-(TM)m sure you know what size you are. -(TM)

    -~But I can -(TM)t just wander over to the aisle and pick one out,
-(TM) she protested.   -~I -(TM)m making enough of a spectacle as it is!
-(TM)

    -~I -(TM)ll get you something suitable, -(TM) Mr Chambers reassured
her.  -~How tall are you? -(TM)

    -~5ft 2, -(TM) Tracey answered.

    -~Leg and hip measurements? -(TM)

   She reluctantly gave him the information.  A couple of minutes later he
returned with an overall and a pair of jeans.

    -~Which would you prefer? -(TM)

    -~The jeans, I think.  OK, can I put them on now? -(TM)

    -~Not until you -(TM)ve paid for them, -(TM) he told her.

    -~And where -(TM)s the cash point? -(TM)

    -~On the other side of the store, I -(TM)m afraid. -(TM)

   Tracey gasped in horror.

    -~You mean  -" I -(TM)d have to walk through the store showing my
knickers? -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m afraid so, -(TM) he told her, controlling an irresistible
desire to laugh.

    -~You -(TM)ll pay for this, Emily, -(TM) Tracey said angrily.   -~I
-(TM)ll get my own back for this nasty trick. -(TM)

    -~In your dreams, bimbo! -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~You couldn -(TM)t get
the better of a fried egg!  Best move that fat arse of yours over to the
cash point so you can buy the jeans and put them on. -(TM)

   Tracey glared at her and made a mental note to be alert at all times
around the loathsome brats that were supposedly in her charge. 
Unfortunately she -(TM)d been so preoccupied with the discussions with Mr
Chambers that she -(TM)d taken her eye off the other children and Lucy, at
a sign from Emily, had attached a hook fastened to a coil to the back of
her knickers while Stacey, also following Emily -(TM)s sign, attached
another hook to the front.  As Tracey prepared to move away and go to the
cash point to buy the jeans and glue gun she was oblivious to the further
humiliation that was imminently awaiting her.

   The moment she began to move both hooks pulled her knickers in two
different directions.  Under the strain they gave way and were pulled apart
and ripped into two pieces that fell to the floor of the store.

   Tracey screamed as she realised she was suddenly knickerless as well as
skirtless.  She knew at once that Lucy and Stacey were responsible and if
looks could kill triple infanticide would have been done at that moment!

    -~You evil bitches! -(TM) she yelled.   -~Now look what you -(TM)ve
done! -(TM)

   The kids just laughed at her openly.

    -~Stupid bimbo twat! -(TM) said Emily.   -~Look at you, Tracey, showing
off that fat arse of yours and even your cunt!  You -(TM)re a completely
shameless fucking slut! -(TM)

   Mr Chambers gazed at the unexpected view so suddenly revealed to him and
managed just in time to control himself.

    -~That -(TM)s ...  most unfortunate, -(TM) he said, suppressing a
violent desire to burst out laughing.

   Tracey glared at him.

    -~Unfortunate!  It -(TM)s downright malice!  I know you two bitches did
that to me and I DEMAND that the store lets me put some clothes on
IMMEDIATELY! -(TM)

   Mr Chambers gave her a smile that he tried to make as reassuring as
possible rather than show his irresistible desire to laugh.

    -~I -(TM)m afraid that -(TM)s just not possible, -(TM) he said quietly.
 -~We are not a clothes store and we can -(TM)t supply you with  -"
replacement undergarments.  You -(TM)ll just have to walk to the checkout
as  -" well, as you are  -" dressed now. -(TM)

   Tracey was ready to explode.  She had become so completely focused on
the latest fiasco of finding herself knickerless that she forgot to watch
the unruly children.  Emily and Lucy each got hold of a container of
acetone which as they knew well was an excellent solvent.

   As Tracey continued her futile argument with Mr Chambers the two girls
sprayed it on her sweater, front and back.  In a short time her sweater
began to dissolve before her very eyes and Tracey stared in horror to find
herself now reduced to bra, tights and shoes.

   This time she really lost her temper.

    -~What the fuck have you evil bitches done now? -(TM) she screamed.  
-~You -(TM)ve done something to my fucking sweater, haven -(TM)t you? -(TM)

    -~Who, me? -(TM) Emily asked with an innocent smile on her face.  
-~And how could we do that when you -(TM)re over there and I -(TM)m over
here? -(TM)

    -~I don -(TM)t know but I know it was you, you bitch!  I -(TM)ll get
you for this when this  -" this  -" fiasco is finally over! -(TM)

   But Tracey -(TM)s problems were about to get worse.  As she ranted at
Emily and Lucy she failed to keep her eyes on Stacey who took advantage to
strategically attach another hook to the back of her bra.  The moment
Tracey moved forward the hook would rip her bra open and she would be left
with her breasts as exposed as the rest of her body.

    -~Shall we get this over? -(TM) asked Mr Chambers, well aware of what
Stacey had done.   -~Follow me to the cash point and then you can put some
clothes on. -(TM)

   Tracey, still glaring at Emily, began to move.  Sure enough, as she did
so the hook parted the clasp on her bra and it fell away from her body.

   Tracey screamed as she realised her breasts were also now fully exposed.
She knew it wasn -(TM)t Emily or Lucy this time so she turned behind her
and saw an openly grinning Stacey.

    -~You fucking bitch! -(TM) she shouted.   -~I -(TM)m going to make your
life a total misery for the rest of my time staying with you! -(TM)

   Emily laughed out loud.

    -~What a total fucking slut! -(TM) she said.   -~You really are a
complete whore, aren -(TM)t you, Tracey, showing off your tits and arse and
cunt like that? -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)ll kill you! -(TM) Tracey screamed, rushing headlong at the
15-year old girl with mucho malice aforethought.

   At that point Mr Chambers gave a non-verbal signal to the security guard
for the store.  He came up instantly and grabbed Tracey around the waist as
she was about to launch into Emily.

    -~Now, now, -(TM) he said,  -~we can -(TM)t have you attacking
customers.  Especially young children.  I -(TM)m going to have to arrest
you for assault. -(TM)

   Quickly he snapped his handcuffs shut around Tracey -(TM)s wrists which
were fastened behind her back.

    -~What the hell do you think you -(TM)re doing? -(TM) she shouted at
him.

   But before she could continue her protest he -(TM)d pinched her nose and
then fastened a ball-gag in place inside her mouth!

   The luckless Tracey was then frog-marched naked through the entire store
in full view of a large number of customers.  Her clothes and dignity both
gone, she was led into the security office by the longest possible route so
that as many people as possible got a chance to get a good look at her.

   When I finally get out of this, Tracey swore to herself silently, I
-(TM)m going to KILL those evil brats!



   Part Two

   Mr Chambers, the security guard and the delighted children all led
Tracey into the security guard -(TM)s office.  Before releasing her gag the
store manager turned to the guard.

    -~You -(TM)d better search her bag, -(TM) he said.   -~She -(TM)s
already caused so much chaos I wouldn -(TM)t be at all surprised if she
-(TM)d stolen something as well. -(TM)

   Tracey glared impotently at him from behind her gag while the security
guard went through her handbag.

    -~Actually, -(TM) Emily suggested,  -~maybe you ought to do a full body
cavity search in case she -(TM)s hiding something else. -(TM)

   Tracey glared at her angrily and tried to protest but only sounds like 
-~mmph -(TM) and  -~ooomph -(TM) came out from behind her gag.  Mr Chambers
smiled and the security guard prepared to start what he thought would be
the enjoyable task of  -~searching -(TM) Tracey for stolen goods when her
nemesis Emily intervened.

    -~I don -(TM)t think it would be appropriate for him to do that, -(TM)
she said.   -~It should be a female who carries out the search.  I -(TM)d
be happy to undertake that for you! -(TM)

   Tracey scowled from behind her gag.  I bet you fucking would, she
thought.  But perhaps it was marginally less humiliating for her niece to
conduct an invasive body search than a male security guard.  Anyway, Mr
Chambers nodded.

    -~Yes, I suppose you -(TM)re right, -(TM) he said.   -~Very well,
search her. -(TM)

   Emily proceeded to  -~search -(TM) her aunt and took good care to make
her  -~search -(TM) as invasive and humiliating as possible.

    -~I didn -(TM)t find anything, -(TM) she said,  -~so at least the
fucking bitch hasn -(TM)t stolen anything

    -~I suppose we should be grateful for small mercies, -(TM) said Mr
Chambers.   -~Even so, she did try to assault you.  Perhaps it -(TM)s time
I called in the police. -(TM)

   To Tracey -(TM)s surprise Emily shook her head vigorously.

    -~No, I don -(TM)t want the scandal all over the place.  My parents are
away for eight days and my aunt is supposed to be looking after us though
as you can see it -(TM)s more a case of us looking after her.  She -(TM)s a
total airhead bimbo and I don -(TM)t want my parents to get involved in any
kind of scandal. -(TM)

    -~Maybe so, but something has to be done, -(TM) the store manager said
firmly.

    -~I don -(TM)t want to press charges, -(TM) said Emily firmly.   -~I
-(TM)d prefer to deal with her disgraceful behaviour in an  -" unofficial
way, I think. -(TM)

   Mr Chambers gave her a curious look.

    -~What did you have in mind exactly? -(TM)

    -~I think she should sign a full confession admitting she came in here
to vandalise the store and that she also deliberately exposed herself naked
because she -(TM)s a dirty fucking slut.  You can keep that document and if
she acts up again in future then you can go to the police and have her
arrested. -(TM)

    -~Do you think she -(TM)ll agree to sign something like that? -(TM)

    -~She will if she knows what -(TM)s good for her, -(TM) said Emily.

   She turned to her aunt and grinned happily.

    -~So what are you going to do, Tracey?  Sign a full confession
admitting you -(TM)re guilty of deliberate vandalism, indecent exposure and
attempted assault or would you rather I let the manager call the police and
have you arrested? -(TM)

   Tracey glared at her niece through her gag.  It was so unfair, she
thought, but being naked, handcuffed and gagged it was difficult for her to
imagine the police taking her seriously and it was a certainty that the
kids would all  -~testify -(TM) against her.

    -~If I take this gag out, -(TM) said Emily,  -~will you sign the
confession? -(TM)

   Tracey was furious but she knew she had no choice.  Reluctantly, she
nodded her head.

    -~Good, -(TM) said Mr Chambers.   -~Well, perhaps it is better if we
deal with this matter in a less  -" official manner. -(TM)

   Emily and Tracey -(TM)s other nieces and nephews grinned at her happily.
Tracey spluttered in relief as the gag was removed from her mouth and she
gazed around helplessly.

    -~Maybe just making her sign a confession isn -(TM)t enough of a
punishment, -(TM) said Lucy eagerly.   -~Maybe we should give her something
a bit more severe than that. -(TM)

    -~What did you have in mind? -(TM) Emily asked.

    -~Well, we could always take her to the local Slave Processing Centre
and get her checked in as a slave, -(TM) she giggled.

   Tracey shivered in fear at that prospect.  She could easily imagine the
kids being cruel enough to do that to her.

    -~Please, -(TM) she said, suddenly humble,  -~please don -(TM)t do
that. Just get it over with, please. -(TM)

   To her surprise Emily came to her rescue.

    -~We can -(TM)t do that to Tracey, -(TM) she said firmly.   -~Signing a
full confession is quite enough in the way of punishment for her this time.
And of course we -(TM)ll also have to deal with the bitch -(TM)s appalling
behaviour when we get home.  Lay down a few house rules and so on.  But for
the time being that -(TM)s enough.  We -(TM)ve got eight days to make her
learn the error of her ways and improve her behaviour and attitude. -(TM)

   Tracey gazed forlornly at her niece when she heard that.

    -~Please, -(TM) she said quietly,  -~what are you going to do to me?
-(TM)

    -~That -(TM)s for us to know and you to find out, Tracey, -(TM) said
Emily, a cruel smile playing over her face.   -~Unless of course you -(TM)d
prefer we called the police  -" or even took up Lucy on her suggestion?
-(TM)

    -~No, no, I -(TM)ll do whatever you want me to, -(TM) a desperate
Tracey answered.

    -~Good, -(TM) Emily grinned.   -~Well, here -(TM)s the confession for
you to sign.  Go ahead, Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey swallowed hard but was helpless.  She picked up the pen and
signed the bogus confession stating that  -~I, Tracey Smith, came into this
store with the whole intention of vandalising it and exposing myself in an
indecent fashion.  When challenged I attempted to assault my niece Emily. I
am guilty on all counts.  Signed, Tracey Smith. -(TM)

    -~What happens now? -(TM) she asked timidly.

    -~We ought to get you some clothes to replace the ones you vandalised,
-(TM) Emily laughed.   -~I -(TM)ll go over to a clothes store and buy some.
I -(TM)ll take your credit card. -(TM)

    -~But that -(TM)s not right  -" I mean, you don -(TM)t even know my pin
number. -(TM)

    -~Ah, that -(TM)s the beauty of contactless, -(TM) Emily smiled.   -~I
-(TM)ll go off and see what I can pick out for you in the way of clothes.
-(TM)

   Then she was gone and John and Lucy took charge of their aunt.  The kids
made sure to take full advantage of Tracey -(TM)s naked and handcuffed
state by snapping away with a series of pictures on their phones.  Tracey
was angry and mortified but there was nothing she could do to stop them.

   Meanwhile Emily had wandered off into another store in the shopping
precinct.  She went to one that catered for teenage girls and smiled
gleefully at the prospect of forcing her aunt to wear the costumes she was
going to pick out for her.  Emily picked out a thong instead of knickers, a
microskirt that was so short it barely covered the essentials, a push-up
bra that was two sizes too small for Tracey -(TM)s ample frontage, a top
that not only exposed plenty of Tracey -(TM)s midriff but also displayed an
extremely low cut dÃ(C)colletage.  Satisfied with the effect Emily paid for
the clothes with Tracey -(TM)s contactless card and returned to the store
in triumph.

   Tracey gazed at the clothes her niece had brought back with horror.

    -~I can -(TM)t wear those! -(TM) she protested.   -~I -(TM)ll look like
 -" like a... -(TM)

    -~Like a slut? -(TM) Emily suggested cruelly.   -~But then as you
-(TM)ve already made a signed confession admitting that you came in this
store with the deliberate intention of exposing yourself in an indecent
manner maybe it -(TM)s appropriate.  You behaved like a slut; why shouldn
-(TM)t you dress like one? -(TM)

   Tracey was about to protest when Emily glanced meaningfully at the
confession.  Cowed by the implied threat to involve the police, she shut up
and began putting the clothes on.

   Of course she had to dress in full view of her nieces and nephews, the
store manager and the security guard but at least she had some kind of
covering.

   Glancing in the mirror Tracey was horrified at her new appearance.

    -~Oh my God! -(TM) she exclaimed.   -~I hope I don -(TM)t meet anyone
who knows me when I -(TM)m dressed  -" like this! -(TM)

   Emily and Mr Chambers then reminded her that she still had to pay for
the jeans and also the cost of the  -~vandalism -(TM) she was liable for.
Gritting her teeth, Tracey paid up and then thought for a moment about
putting on the jeans.

    -~No you don -(TM)t, -(TM) Emily told her.   -~Those stay in the bag
until we get home.  Don -(TM)t argue or I might decide to press charges.
-(TM)

   Tracey fumed but could do nothing.  Emily then shepherded her out of the
store.

    -~You have eight days under our roof, -(TM) she said quietly.   -~In
case you haven -(TM)t quite worked out yet what exactly that involves, I
-(TM)ll spell it out so that even an airheaded bimbo like you can get the
picture.  Under our roof means under OUR rules; WE are in charge of you and
every aspect of your life.  We give the orders and we set the house rules
and you FOLLOW them and you OBEY our commands.  When we get back home I
-(TM)ll give you a contract to sign and you will abide by every clause we
put in it.  Of course, I -(TM)d you -(TM)d prefer to explain yourself to
the police  -" with the store manager, the security guard and all of us as
witnesses against you  -" then you can do that.  But I think even a bimbo
like you knows that -(TM)s not a good idea.  Am I right or are you going to
dig yourself in even deeper? -(TM)

   Tracey stared at Emily in horror.

    -~You -(TM)re a 15-year old girl, -(TM) she said.   -~I -(TM)m a
24-year old woman.  It -(TM)s not right that you should be ordering me
about.  Your parents expected ME to take charge of YOU while they -(TM)re
away and not the other way around. -(TM)

    -~Well, they obviously underestimated your stupidity, Tracey.  We won
-(TM)t make that mistake.  So what -(TM)s it going to be; are you going to
play by OUR rules for the next eight days or do we have to ring our parents
and tell them you -(TM)ve been arrested and locked up? -(TM)

   Tracey stared at her niece in horror.  She could easily imagine Emily
doing that to her and of course she knew her sister Suzanne would
inevitably take Emily -(TM)s side and goodness only knew what else might go
wrong for her especially with her husband Robert being a lawyer.

   She had no choice; the horrible bratty kids had her at their mercy.  For
the next eight days her life would be an utter misery.

   God only knows what those bastards have got planned for me, Tracey
thought miserably.



   Part Three

   Emily bossed Tracey about as she forced her to buy other things in the
shopping precinct.  When she was finally satisfied she told her to take
them back to the car.  Naturally none of the kids helped her with the
shopping!

   Once inside the car Emily sat in the front passenger seat and waited
till they had driven off.

    -~Just take us home, -(TM) she ordered.   -~We -(TM)ll have a full
discussion when we get back.  In the meantime just shut the fuck up  -" I
don -(TM)t want to hear a single word out of you till then. -(TM)

   Tracey fumed but held her peace.  The last thing she wanted was to have
an accident because she was all wound up with the kids.

   Somehow she made it back there and fumbled in her purse for the front
door key.

    -~I can -(TM)t find my keys, -(TM) she gasped.   -~Maybe I left them in
that  -" store. -(TM)

    -~No, you didn -(TM)t leave them, Tracey, -(TM) a grinning Emily told
her.   -~While you were temporarily under arrest I took the precaution of
removing them from your bag.  From now on you -(TM)re not allowed to have
your own key  -" not to the front or back door, not to your room.  Oh, and
by the way you -(TM)d better hand over your car keys as well.  Can -(TM)t
take a chance with you  -" maybe you -(TM)ll do something stupid like
trying to drive off! -(TM)

   Tracey fumed but handed over her car keys.  She waited for Emily to open
the front door and then was ushered inside.  She struggled with the
shopping but she knew she -(TM)d get no help at all from the bratty kids.
Eventually all the bags were indoors and then Emily sat down and ordered
Tracey to listen to the new  -~house rules -(TM) that she -(TM)d be
required to  -~obey. -(TM)

    -~In the first place, -(TM) the 15-year old girl told her with a big
grin,  -~I -(TM)ve already told you that you -(TM)re forbidden to have any
keys.  The door to your bedroom will be locked and unlocked by me or one of
us and only then will you be allowed to enter or leave.  You will obey each
order we give you and you will not argue or complain.  You -(TM)ll wear
what we tell you to wear and nothing else.  You -(TM)ll eat what we tell
you to eat.  And you -(TM)ll be put on a fitness regime while you -(TM)re
under our roof  -" you need to lose some of that flab! -(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her in horror.

    -~But... -(TM) she began.

    -~No buts, -(TM) Emily told her.   -~Your butt is big enough as it is!
From now on you -(TM)ll do exactly as you -(TM)re told if you know what
-(TM)s good for you.  Now for the next house rule  -" you will be put on a
strict diet.  You will do all the cooking, cleaning, housework and
gardening.  You will be forbidden to have access to a phone  -" I -(TM)ve
already taken the precaution of taking the mobile out of your handbag, to
watch television or use the internet or any kind of computer.  While you
-(TM)re under our roof you will do everything we tell you.  Otherwise,
-(TM) she grinned,  -~I -(TM)ll not only call the police and have you
arrested for vandalism, indecent exposure and assault  -" and with your
signed confession you don -(TM)t stand a chance of talking your way out of
that  -" and I -(TM)ll also send the photos of you in the store all over
the internet where I expect they -(TM)ll go viral.  So what are you going
to do, Tracey?  Are you going to follow our house rules or are you going to
take your chances with the police and the internet? -(TM)

   Tracey stared at her niece in shocked horror.

    -~I can -(TM)t believe...  I can -(TM)t believe you -(TM)re trying to
make me do this.  What -(TM)s wrong with you, Emily?  What have I ever done
to deserve this...  treatment  -" at your hands? -(TM)

   Emily laughed.

    -~You just ARE, Tracey.  You -(TM)re weak and fat and stupid and so you
deserve to be treated like shit.  If you don -(TM)t like it be my guest and
I -(TM)ll call the police.  Then I -(TM)ll post the photos of you in the
store all over the web.  Your call, bimbo! -(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her niece in disbelief.  She was very tempted to call
her bluff but she -(TM)d seen enough of her nieces and nephews to know that
they were spoilt, bullying brats and that the chances of her being believed
were remote.

    -~All right, -(TM) she said reluctantly.   -~I don -(TM)t seem to have
much choice. -(TM)

    -~No, you haven -(TM)t, -(TM) Emily smiled.   -~You have no choice at
all.  But I -(TM)ll make you a promise in return for your good behaviour.
If you behave during the next eight days in a way that we all feel is
acceptable I -(TM)ll delete the photos and none of this will get back to my
parents.  I -(TM)m sure you realise that Suzanne and Robert will always
take our side against yours, Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey had to admit that she was certainly right about that.  Her sister
had always despised her and never shown her any kind of sympathy over the
years and she undoubtedly would believe whatever distorted version of
events her brats gave.

    -~Good, -(TM) said Emily, recognising Tracey -(TM)s silence as assent.
-~Now you can go and make us all a nice meal.  Here is a menu  -" we bought
all the ingredients today.  So move that fat lazy arse of yours and start
cooking, bimbo! -(TM)

   Tracey fought back the tears as she reluctantly made her way towards the
kitchen.  God only knows what else these evil kids have got planned for me,
she thought sadly.



   Part Four

   Tracey cooked the kids their meals and brought them out from the kitchen
into the dining room.  She placed them on the table and of course got not a
word of thanks from them for cooking and serving the meals.  When they
-(TM)d finished she cleaned away the plates and the cutlery and headed off
towards the kitchen.  Emily followed her in close attendance and as Tracey
moved towards the dishwasher she stopped her instantly.

    -~You -(TM)re not allowed to use that, -(TM) she said sharply.   -~You
wash and dry up by hand. -(TM)

   Tracey fumed but said nothing.  Instead she washed up the dirty dishes
and utensils and dried them with a tea towel before turning to her niece.

    -~Can I have something to eat now? -(TM)

    -~What -(TM)s the magic word, Tracey? -(TM)

    -~Please can I have something to eat? -(TM) she said through gritted
teeth.

   Emily laughed.

    -~Yes, you can eat but not just yet.  Before you get to eat we -(TM)re
beginning your fitness regime and it -(TM)s better to eat after that than
before it.  So follow me into the living room and we -(TM)ll get you
started.  We -(TM)re really going to put you through your paces while you
-(TM)re here, Tracey! -(TM)

   Tracey moved reluctantly into the living room where an expectant
audience of juniors was waiting eagerly for her arrival.

    -~Right, -(TM) said Emily,  -~let -(TM)s get you ready.  Take off your
shoes, Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey took them off.

    -~Now take everything else off  -" your skirt, bra, thong and top,
-(TM) she commanded.

    -~Do I have to? -(TM) Tracey protested.

    -~Yes, you do, -(TM) said Emily firmly.   -~You will always perform
your physical training exercises completely naked.  Now strip! -(TM)

   Tracey blushed as she removed her skirt, her top, her bra and finally
her thong.  The kids all stared at her nakedness with big grins on their
faces.

    -~Right, we -(TM)ll begin by seeing you doing some running on the spot,
Tracey, -(TM) Emily told her.   -~Let -(TM)s see those fat flabby tits of
yours jiggling and bouncing up and down as you take the first steps towards
making that grossly overweight body of yours fitter. -(TM)

   Tracey fumed but she didn -(TM)t dare disobey her niece or any of the
other brats.  Instead she began running on the spot and within a minute was
being urged to run  -~faster!  Faster!  Put more effort into it, you lazy
fucking cunt! -(TM)

   Tracey huffed and puffed and gasped with the unaccustomed effort.  Her
breathing came harder and faster in rapid panting and her legs and arms
ached as she pushed her body to a point it had never known before.  The
kids laughed and jeered at her large breasts bouncing up and down as she
moved.  It seemed like hours before they finally relented but actually it
was only fifteen minutes.  An exhausted Tracey collapsed on the floor,
hoping it was over at least for the time being.

    -~Get up, Tracey, -(TM) Emily commanded her.   -~That was only the
beginning of your physical training.  Now squat on the floor and do
press-ups for us. -(TM)

   Tracey groaned at the prospect.  Even at school she had never been any
good at that kind of thing and had always tired rapidly.  But she knew her
tormentors would show no mercy and she reluctantly squatted down and began
doing press-ups for them.

    -~Look at that fat arse of hers! -(TM) Lucy laughed.   -~Look at the
way her arse cheeks wobble when she tries to do press-ups! -(TM)

    -~Gives us all a good view of her cunt too, -(TM) John chipped in, a
huge grin on his face.

   Tracey was utterly humiliated as well as exhausted but they forced her
to keep going for what was another fifteen minutes though once again to the
unfit Tracey it felt like hours.

   When she crawled rather than rose to her feet Emily smiled right into
her face.

    -~Now it -(TM)s time for some skipping, -(TM) she said happily.  
-~Here -(TM)s a skipping rope; keep skipping till you get permission to
stop. -(TM)

   Tracey -(TM)s arms and legs ached as she forced herself to skip and skip
and skip until at last her ordeal was over.  Ribald comments about her
large breasts, fat belly and fat bottom peppered the skipping session but
by now she was past caring and only wanted the chance to rest and recover.

    -~Nearly done, -(TM) Emily grinned.   -~Just one more exercise for the
time being.  Stand at attention, Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey did as she was told and wondered what would happen to her next.

    -~Now move your arms and legs wide apart in rhythm, -(TM) she told her.
 -~In, out, shake it all about! -(TM)

   Tracey groaned as she realised she would not only be enduring physical
pain and tiredness but would also be displaying her cunt fully to her
audience as well as her tits.  As with the three previous sessions it went
on for fifteen minutes but seemed like a lifetime to her.

    -~OK, that -(TM)s enough for now, -(TM) said Emily.   -~Great to see
you -(TM)re dripping with good honest sweat  -" I don -(TM)t suppose you
-(TM)ve done anything physical for years!  Now we -(TM)ll take you up to
the bathroom where you -(TM)ll have a shower to wash away the sweat and
grime from that fat flabby body of yours. -(TM)

   She led Tracey up to the bathroom, the other kids following eagerly.

   Tracey stood under the shower and the rest of the kids stood there
watching and waiting.  Emily turned on the shower and Tracey wailed with
the sudden shock.

    -~The water -(TM)s cold! -(TM) she moaned.

    -~Well, of course it is, bimbo! -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~We -(TM)re not
going to waste hot water on a dozy twat like you, Tracey!  Wash yourself
clean and then you can dry yourself. -(TM)

   Tracey forced herself to endure the freezing water and then to towel
herself dry in front of her openly laughing audience.

    -~Right, -(TM) said Emily,  -~you can put your thong back on now. -(TM)

   Tracey felt furious that she wasn -(TM)t being allowed to wear more
clothes but by now she was beginning to feel utterly helpless.  All she
could do was survive the eight days and hope that nothing too bad happened
to her.

   Emily led Tracey to the kitchen, her aunt wearing only her thong.  She
was then handed a lettuce and told to cut it up.  After she -(TM)d done
that she was handed two small tomatoes and told to put them on her plate
with the lettuce.  A slice of dry crispbread was also handed to her along
with a glass of water.

    -~There you go, Tracey, -(TM) Emily smiled.   -~Eat your meal. -(TM)

   Tracey stared at her niece in horror.

    -~Is that all you expect me to eat? -(TM)

    -~For now, yes, -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~We -(TM)ll monitor your diet
on a daily basis as well as your fitness regime and the attitude adjustment
programme we -(TM)ve drawn up for you.  Of course if you don -(TM)t want to
eat it then you can always just go hungry. -(TM)

   Furious but cowed, Tracey ate the minute salad resentfully and washed it
down with a glass of water.  The kids had all had a proper meal and weren
-(TM)t hungry at all while poor Tracey was ravenous after her salad.

    -~Right, -(TM) said Emily.   -~I -(TM)ve already given you a brief
outline of the house rules.  Since I spoke to you earlier we -(TM)ve drawn
up a more detailed list as well as a code of conduct for you.  In addition
we -(TM)ve drawn up a contract that you need to sign which commits you to
carrying out all those things on pain of punishment.  At the end of each
day before we send you to bed you -(TM)ll receive a daily assessment from
us all and depending on how well or badly you perform you -(TM)ll either be
punished or rewarded.  Today is Saturday and our parents aren -(TM)t coming
back till Sunday evening next week so we -(TM)ve got plenty of time to
educate you properly, Tracey.  Now if you -(TM)ll just sign the list of
house rules, the code of conduct and the contract of employment we can all
get on with other things. -(TM)

   Tracey picked up the six sheets of typed paper that Emily handed to her.
She began reading them and her eyes widened with each new detail she took
in.  Her nephews and nieces found her obvious horror highly amusing.

   The  -~house rules -(TM) forbade her to have any keys, to the home, her
bedroom door or even the keys to her own car.  They also forbade her to
have any access to a phone, the internet or a computer.  They instructed
her to obey every order she was given without argument, wear what she was
told and eat what she was told to eat.  She was ordered to follow a 
-~fitness regime -(TM) and a  -~strict diet -(TM) while she was living
there.  She was also made to promise to do all the work around the home  -"
the cooking, cleaning, gardening and housework.  She was even ordered to
attend to the every wish of her nieces and nephews and never to contradict
them or refuse to obey their commands.  In addition she was forbidden to
watch TV, listen to the radio or music, read a book, magazine or newspaper.

   Bad as all these things were, somehow the  -~code of conduct -(TM) was
even more degrading.  In it Tracey was instructed never to speak unless she
was first spoken to by one of the kids and if she needed to ask anything
she had to put her hand up  -~like the spoilt, naughty brat you are, -(TM)
as the  -~code of conduct -(TM) insultingly put it.  She was required
always to say  -~please -(TM) and  -~thank you -(TM) and always to be 
-~respectful, polite and obedient at all times to the ladies and gentlemen
of the house.  From now on she would address each girl as  -~ma -(TM)am
-(TM) and each boy as  -~sir -(TM) and if speaking collectively say 
-~ladies and gentlemen. -(TM) Even if she wanted to go to the toilet she
had to ask permission by putting up her hand.

   Under the terms of her  -~contract of employment -(TM) Tracey would
begin her day when she was let out of her bedroom by getting up and
preparing breakfast for the kids which she would serve to them in their
bedrooms.  She would then be required to wash and dry up, make the beds,
dust the house from top to bottom, vacuum the carpets and clean the floors
and all the surfaces.  Only after she had done all those things would she
be allowed to have breakfast herself.

   When those chores had been done and she -(TM)d finished her breakfast
she would be required to perform her  -~morning physical fitness exercises
-(TM) before doing the gardening and any DIY work that needed to be done
around the house.  After that she was required to prepare lunch for the
kids, wash and dry up and only then allowed to have her own lunch.  She
would then have to perform her  -~afternoon physical fitness exercises
-(TM) after which if the kids wanted her to she had to go shopping and buy
them what they told her to get.  Then it was time for her to make them
afternoon tea and wash and dry up by hand afterwards.  Tracey of course was
not allowed to have afternoon tea herself or any kind of in-between meal
snack.

   After that it was her  -~duty -(TM) to wash and iron the kids -(TM)
clothes, to stack them neatly away and to prepare the evening meal.  She
-(TM)d cook it, serve them, wash and dry up and then it was time for her 
-~evening physical fitness exercises. -(TM) Only after she -(TM)d carried
them out and had a cold shower would she be allowed to eat her evening
meal.

   Then the kids would call her into the living room for her  -~daily
assessment. -(TM) Each of them would  -~evaluate -(TM) her  -~performance
-(TM) and  -~attitude -(TM) and each one would give her a  -~rating -(TM)
with the combined total being added up and then her  -~assessment -(TM)
given.  Tracey was told that there were seven possible  -~grades -(TM) she
could achieve; appalling, poor, bad, mediocre, satisfactory, good and
excellent.

   Somehow Tracey doubted that she -(TM)d ever be able to get an excellent
rating or even a good one.  Even satisfactory might be difficult with the
loathsome brats who were in charge of her.  Depending on her  -~rating
-(TM) a  -~reward -(TM) or  -~punishment -(TM) would then be decided on
between the kids.  She was pretty sure that she would be highly unlikely to
get  -~rewarded -(TM) while she was in their power and virtually certain to
be constantly  -~punished! -(TM)

   After her daily assessment she -(TM)d be either rewarded or punished and
then sent to bed to wait for her bedroom door to be unlocked the following
morning.

   At the end of her  -~eight-day temporary contract of employment -(TM)
she would then receive an  -~overall assessment of her performance and
attitude -(TM) following which she would either be  -~rewarded -(TM)  -" no
chance of that, thought Tracey ruefully  -" or  -~punished. -(TM) The
collective voice of the kids would decide which and what type of  -~reward
-(TM) or  -~punishment -(TM) they felt was  -~appropriate -(TM) in her
case.

   This is a fucking nightmare, Tracey thought angrily.  I feel like a
character in a Kafka novel who -(TM)s wandered into a world where nothing
makes sense and nothing is how it should be.

   For a moment she glared at the papers in front of her and then stared
hard at Emily.  The girl was openly grinning at her aunt and daring her to
refuse to sign.

    -~Well? -(TM) her niece asked.   -~Are you going to sign, Tracey?  Or
would you rather I called the police and posted those photos all over the
internet? -(TM)

   Tracey swallowed hard and bit back the angry retort on her lips.

    -~I -(TM)ll sign, -(TM) she said reluctantly.

    -~Good, -(TM) Emily grinned.   -~I knew even a retard like you would
see sense in the end.  After all, we hold all the cards.  Don -(TM)t we,
Tracey? -(TM)

    -~Yes, you do, -(TM) Tracey admitted.

    -~Well, get on with it then!  Sign the fucking contract, bimbo! -(TM)

   Tracey signed the contract and then tried one parting attempt to call
her bluff.

    -~You know this isn -(TM)t legally binding, Emily, -(TM) she said
quietly.   -~There -(TM)s no way this would stand up in a court of law.
-(TM)

   Emily laughed.

    -~That -(TM)s all you know, Tracey!  My dad -(TM)s a fucking lawyer; I
know how to draw up a legally binding contract.  Believe me, the document
you -(TM)ve just signed has the full force of law.  And don -(TM)t you know
the laws have changed radically over the last few years?  I -(TM)ve got
full power over you now and I intend to use it without mercy.  And by the
way don -(TM)t you DARE call me Emily while you -(TM)re under our roof. 
You call me ma -(TM)am at all times; got that, shithead? -(TM)

   Tracey gasped in horror as the full implications of what she -(TM)d just
signed sunk in.  She really was totally trapped in the power of these evil
kids and there was no way out for her now, not even legally.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she answered quietly, beginning to reflect on
the full horror of her new life.



   Part Five

   After she -(TM)d signed the contract Emily told her to clean all the
kids -(TM) shoes.  Tracey glared at her but prepared to get out the brush
and polish before she was firmly stopped by a deadly glance from her niece.

    -~Where the fuck do you think you -(TM)re going, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~To get the shoe polish and brush, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~Laters, retard.  You only clean our shoes with polish and brush AFTER
you -(TM)ve cleaned them to our satisfaction with your tongue and mouth!
-(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her in horror.

    -~You mean... -(TM)

    -~Yes, I mean I expect you to clean our shoes that way first and only
then can you get the polish and brush.  Now are you going to obey orders or
are you looking to get your first punishment? -(TM)

    -~No, ma -(TM)am, of course I -(TM)ll obey you, -(TM) Tracey said
quickly.

   Quickly all the kids sat down in their comfy chairs and Tracey had to
kneel before them in turn.  She began with Emily and started licking and
sucking her shoes with her mouth and tongue to the accompaniment of loud
laughter from the other kids.  Tracey felt disgusted physically and
emotionally but she -(TM)d reached the point of no return some time ago. 
As she worked away on Emily -(TM)s shoes with her mouth and tongue the
others eagerly took photographs.

   Eventually all of the kids -(TM) shoes had been  -~cleaned -(TM) and
then Tracey was required to get the polish and brush to  -~finish off -(TM)
the job.  With a real sense of relief she scrubbed away and was finally
allowed to call it a day.

    -~Put the brush and polish away, -(TM) Emily ordered her.

   Tracey quickly obeyed before returning to await further humiliation.

    -~Right, bimbo, -(TM) a grinning Emily told her,  -~now you can wash
our clothes and then when they come out of the tumble dryer you can iron
them.  When you -(TM)ve finished doing that you can start preparing our
evening meal.  Got that, retard? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) a thoroughly miserable Tracey answered.  
-~Thank you, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   She gathered together the kids -(TM) clothes and bunged them in the
washing machine, thinking that she ought to be grateful that at least they
hadn -(TM)t forced her to wash them by hand.  Uncertain how she should
react next she found Emily and forced herself to put up her hand like a
schoolgirl.

    -~Yes, Tracey? -(TM) Emily said, a bored expression on her face.   -~Do
you wish to say something? -(TM)

    -~Yes, please, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered.   -~I -(TM)ve put the
clothes in the washing machine and I was wondering what you wanted me to do
before they finish their cycle. -(TM)

    -~It -(TM)s six o -(TM)clock in the evening; you can make a start on
preparing our evening meal.  Here is the menu we expect you to cook.  Then
when you -(TM)ve prepared the meal the washing should be about ready to
iron.  After you -(TM)ve finished that the meal should be ready to serve to
us.  Think you can manage to do all that, Tracey? -(TM) she asked
insultingly.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey replied weakly, fighting back a
mounting resentment within her.

   She prepared the evening meal, ironed the now clean clothes, served the
kids their food, washed and dried up and then returned to the living room
to await further orders.  Emily smiled at her and then told her that
tomorrow she would be  -~catering for a large function. -(TM)

   Tracey looked at her niece in surprise.

    -~What function is that, ma -(TM)am? -(TM)

    -~We -(TM)re having a number of our friends over tomorrow at around 3
p.m.  You will cater for them all and you will also help us provide
entertainment for them all.  Do you think you can manage to do that, bimbo?
-(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered, ignoring the deliberate
insult.   -~Shall I get more shopping in for the party? -(TM)

    -~Of course, you fucking retard! -(TM) said Emily cruelly.   -~I
-(TM)ll come with you to make sure you get exactly what we all need. -(TM)

    -~OK, ma -(TM)am.  Thank you, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   Emily gave her a bored expression.

    -~OK, just do one more set of physical exercises.  As it -(TM)s your
first night I -(TM)m only ordering you to do fifteen minutes running on the
spot.  Isn -(TM)t that kind of me, Tracey? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, it -(TM)s very kind of you, -(TM) Tracey forced
herself to say.   -~Thank you, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   She sweated and ached as she ran on the spot for fifteen minutes with
the usual ribald comments about her large breasts bouncing and jiggling as
she did so.  Then she was ordered to take a shower after which she was
allowed to eat her meagre salad.

    -~Right, that -(TM)s it for today, Tracey, -(TM) Emily told her naked
aunt.   -~You can fuck off now and go to bed for the night.  I -(TM)ll lock
you safely in your room so you don -(TM)t have any accidents. -(TM)

    -~Thank you, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) a furious Tracey forced herself to say.

   Her niece led her up the stairs and into the small box room before
locking her in for the night.  Once she was finally alone at last, Tracey
wept silently at the humiliation of her position.



   Part Six

   In the morning Emily unlocked Tracey -(TM)s room and ordered her out. 
She did the housework, cooking, cleaning and gardening before she was given
her car keys and told to drive the kids off to the shops.  There Emily
handed her a list of items for the party.

   Once they were back she began preparing the food and finally it was all
ready.  Nervously Tracey waited for the arrival of the  -~guests. -(TM)

   Emily had at least allowed her to wear the full  -~outfit -(TM) she
-(TM)d purchased for her at the teenage clothes store yesterday.  She was
hardly decent but at least Tracey actually had a bra, knickers, a short
skirt and a short top on as well as the high-heeled shoes on her feet. 
Tracey had been very nervous that the kids might have forced her to appear
before the other party  -~guests -(TM) naked or at best in just bra and
knickers.  At least she -(TM)d let her keep some dignity, Tracey thought.
Once she was  -~dressed -(TM) Emily gave her some final instructions.

    -~You will address all my guests as ladies and gentlemen and if you
speak to them individually as sir or ma -(TM)am.  Have you got that,
Tracey? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered, thoroughly dejected.

   Soon the first bunch of kids arrived.  There were five of them all
looking around 13 to 15 years old and they gazed at Tracey with interest.
Three were boys and two girls.

    -~Is this the big-titted bimbo slut you told us was staying with you?
-(TM) one of the girls asked.

    -~Yes, it is, -(TM) Emily smiled.

    -~What a fat fucking slag she is! -(TM) the other girl laughed.   -~Is
it true she -(TM)s your aunt? -(TM)

    -~Yes, it -(TM)s true. -(TM)

    -~Wow, that -(TM)s so fucking cool, Emily; fancy being able to turn
your aunt into your own personal slave! -(TM)

   Emily grinned.

    -~Yes, we all think so; of course if she wasn -(TM)t such a total
retard she -(TM)d never have let all this happen to her.  She -(TM)s ours
now and we can do anything we want to her.  She -(TM)s even signed a
contract admitting that we -(TM)re in charge of her till Sunday evening!
-(TM)

    -~Amazing!  What -(TM)s her name? -(TM)

    -~Tracey. -(TM)

   The other girl laughed.

    -~Yeah, Tracey sounds like a bimbo name all right.  What you got
planned for this evening? -(TM)

    -~Oh, loads of things.  There -(TM)s plenty of food and drink which
Tracey here has prepared and cooked earlier and which she -(TM)ll serve to
you whenever you want some. -(TM)

    -~And the fun? -(TM)

    -~It will be on going.  Just enjoy yourself and watch Tracey here
getting totally humiliated by all of us! -(TM)

   The other girl turned directly to Tracey for the first time since her
arrival.

    -~Hey, bimbo, how big are those fat flabby tits of yours? -(TM)

   Tracey blushed scarlet at the question and was furious at the girl
-(TM)s deliberate rudeness but she knew she had no choice but to go along
with her humiliation.

    -~38D, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she replied.

   Another dozen or so kids then began to arrive.  Tracey took their coats
and hung them up and she waited nervously for the  -~fun -(TM) to begin. 
Emily deliberately prolonged the suspense and at first it was just Tracey
serving the kids with food and drink.

   Then the music began.  Emily put on a CD and the kids started dancing.
She then gave Tracey a cold gaze and decided to begin proceedings.

    -~OK, here -(TM)s the first event of our fun-filled evening, -(TM) she
told them.   -~Tracey will now go round the room and kiss every member of
the opposite sex. -(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her niece in horror.  She began to open her mouth and
then remembered that under the  -~house rules -(TM) she could only put her
hand up like a naughty schoolkid if she wanted to ask anything.

   Reluctantly she raised her hand and a grinning Emily guessed what was
coming next.

    -~Didn -(TM)t you understand my instructions, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I understood them  -" but...  do I really HAVE to do
that, ma -(TM)am? -(TM)

    -~Yes, you do, you stupid bitch.  And by the way, when I say  -~kiss,
-(TM) Tracey, I DON -(TM)T mean a gentle peck on the cheek; I want full-on,
passionate kissing like they were a boyfriend.  Got that, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered miserably.

    -~Think you can manage to do that, retard? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey said, blushing furiously.

    -~Well, let -(TM)s see you in action, dumbo! -(TM)

   Tracey forced herself to move around the room where the delighted boys
were treated to the spectacle of an attractive and full-figured woman in
her twenties approaching them and kissing them passionately on the lips. 
Every one of the boys took advantage of the opportunity to grope Tracey
-(TM)s large breasts at the same time.  Even her two nephews John and
Edward took part in the kissing and grope-fest, to Tracey -(TM)s deep
shame.

   Her face was the colour of beetroot by the time she -(TM)d finished. 
God knows what else that bitch has dreamed up for me at this  -~party,
-(TM) Tracey thought angrily.

    -~OK, now repeat the process with the ladies, -(TM) Emily ordered her
cruelly.

   Tracey knew that protesting would be pointless.  With even less
enthusiasm than before she made her way around the room while the girls
kissed her lips and groped her breasts and cunt to their heart -(TM)s
content.

    -~Right, now it -(TM)s confession time, -(TM) Emily told her.   -~Tell
us all about your first kiss.  Who was it with, what was it like, did you
enjoy it? -(TM)

   Tracey -(TM)s face went a deep magenta at that question.  It had been
embarrassing, unpleasant and unwanted and she -(TM)d hated every minute of
it.  For a moment she thought about either making a stand and refusing to
answer or telling some acceptable version of what had happened.  The look
on Emily -(TM)s face showed her that somehow, goodness only knows how, she
-(TM)d found out the truth and it would be pointless lying and would
probably only result in further humiliation.

    -~I was eleven years old, -(TM) she began.   -~It was at school and
there was this boy in my class who came up to me one day in the playground
and grabbed me and kissed me.  I tried to pull away but he was too strong
for me.  He held me there and kissed me for a good two minutes.  And I
hated every minute of it! -(TM)

   The kids all laughed when she said that.

    -~Even in those days you were too weak and stupid to look after
yourself, -(TM) Emily said cruelly.   -~No change there, then! -(TM)

   Tracey gazed down at the floor feeling helpless and ashamed.  What the
hell was this bunch of kids planning for her?  How much worse could the day
get?

   She was soon to find out!



   Part Seven

    -~Right, Tracey, -(TM) said Emily, deciding to move on the process of
humiliating her aunt.   -~Now let -(TM)s play another game.  It -(TM)s
called  -~truth or dare -(TM) and I -(TM)ll ask you a question and you can
either tell the truth or you have to carry out a dare that I -(TM)ll give
you.  So let -(TM)s begin.  How many cocks have you sucked, Tracey? -(TM)

   Tracey blushed with embarrassment at the question and the kids laughed
heartily at her reaction.  She wasn -(TM)t keen on humiliating herself
verbally but she was pretty sure that any  -~dare -(TM) her niece had
worked out might be even worse.  Tracey also had a nasty feeling that Emily
might well have done some digging and have a pretty good idea of the true
answer so lying wouldn -(TM)t be likely to dig her out of the hole she was
in either.

    -~What -(TM)s the dare, ma -(TM)am? -(TM) she asked.

    -~The dare is that you take off three items of clothing, -(TM) Emily
smiled.   -~I get to choose which three you remove. -(TM)

   Oh God, thought Tracey, what am I wearing?  A skimpy top, short skirt,
high heeled shoes and a bra and knickers; that -(TM)s all.  If I take off
say my shoes, skirt and top I -(TM)ll be standing before these monsters in
just my underwear.  And knowing Emily even that won -(TM)t last long.

    -~I -(TM)ll answer your question, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she said
reluctantly.   -~I -(TM)ve sucked about a dozen cocks, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~About a dozen?  So not exactly a dozen? -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m not entirely sure, ma -(TM)am, but I think it was about a
dozen. -(TM)

    -~So it might have been more? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, it might have been more. -(TM)

    -~A lot more? -(TM)

    -~No, not a lot more, ma -(TM)am.  Maybe a couple more  -" I can -(TM)t
remember the exact amount. -(TM)

   Emily laughed.

    -~You really are a total fucking slut, aren -(TM)t you, Tracey?  You
can -(TM)t even remember how many cocks you -(TM)ve had up that stupid gob
of yours, can you? -(TM)

    -~No, ma -(TM)am, not the exact number. -(TM)

    -~What a dirty little whore you are! -(TM) Emily said.   -~Can -(TM)t
even remember! -(TM)

   All the kids laughed as Tracey blushed a deeper shade of scarlet
embarrassment.

    -~Right, let -(TM)s try something different now, -(TM) Emily said, a
big grin on her face.   -~You have to carry out a task for us and if you
fail to do it to our satisfaction you -(TM)ll have to pay a forfeit.  So
let -(TM)s see  -" how shall we begin?  I know, stand on your head, Tracey.
-(TM)

   Tracey gasped at the prospect.  She had never been able to do headstands
at school or much else in the PE field to be honest and she also knew that
by even trying she would be exposing her cleft that at present was only
flimsily protected by the thong that passed as her knickers.

    -~I -(TM)ll...  I -(TM)ll try, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she said desperately.

   As she got down on to her hands and knees in preparation to attempt the
headstand she was brought to a juddering halt as a hard kick landed firmly
on her backside.  First one and then a whole series of kicks to her arse
followed and only the fact that she knew that any kind of resistance or
even protest would have been hopeless and probably made things even worse
for her kept her from trying to stand up and yell at the kids.

   When the kicking finished at last a bruised and mortified Tracey tried
to do a headstand.  She floundered helplessly in the air like an upturned
bicycle and even though the kids all got a good look at her thong she
couldn -(TM)t manage to do the headstand.

    -~Oh dear, -(TM) Emily said, a wicked grin on her face.   -~You couldn
-(TM)t manage to carry out that order, could you, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~No, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m afraid not, -(TM) a crestfallen Tracey
answered.

    -~In that case, -(TM) she told her,  -~it -(TM)s time for you to
perform your first forfeit of the evening.  Take off the thong covering
your cunt and then spread your legs wide apart so we can all get a good
look at it. -(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her forlornly.

    -~Must I, ma -(TM)am? -(TM) she pleaded.

    -~Yes, you must, bimbo, -(TM) Emily laughed cruelly.

   Tracey felt utterly ashamed and humiliated as she removed the thong and
then spread her legs wide so that the kids could have a good look at her
now completely unprotected cunt.  They all gathered round and made obscene
and insulting comments about it.  Tracey blushed furiously but was utterly
helpless and no longer bothered even to protest.  The brats had her in
their power and she could expect no mercy at their hands.

    -~Right, -(TM) said Emily,  -~keep your legs spread wide apart while I
go and get something. -(TM)

   By now Tracey was increasingly nervous about what might happen to her.
This was only the second day of her  -~babysitting -(TM) and God only knew
what else these monsters had planned for the remaining six!  She kept her
legs spread while the kids jeered and some of the boys even dared to move
up and touch her cunt with their hands and fingers.  A withering glance
from Lucy told her that if she even TRIED to protest about their intrusive
fondling of her body she -(TM)d be in for even worse so she kept silent.

   Emily returned from the kitchen with a basket.  Tracey could not see
what was inside but she knew that it would add to her already extreme
humiliation and possibly also bring her pain as well.

    -~Well, Tracey, -(TM) she said, a cruel smile on her face,  -~I -(TM)ve
decided to give you something to eat.  Isn -(TM)t that kind of me, slut?
-(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, that -(TM)s very kind of you, -(TM) Tracey forced
herself to answer.

    -~This is a frankfurter which I -(TM)ve taken the trouble of boiling in
a saucepan so it -(TM)s nice and hot.  Pick it up, Tracey! -(TM)

   Tracey picked it up with her fingers and promptly dropped it on the
floor.

    -~Ow! -(TM) she squealed.   -~It -(TM)s hot! -(TM)

   Everyone laughed at that.

    -~Well, of course it -(TM)s hot, retard!  I -(TM)ve just boiled the
fucking thing specially for you! -(TM)

   Tracey looked forlornly at the floor.  Emily was merciless as she
pointed towards it.

    -~Pick it up, bimbo! -(TM) she ordered.

   Tracey reluctantly picked it up and felt the hot sausage scalding her
fingers.

    -~Now put it up your cunt.  Right up, Tracey, as far as you can make it
go. -(TM)

   Tracey stared at her in horror.

    -~But,,, -(TM)

    -~No  -~buts, -(TM) Tracey.  Do what you -(TM)re fucking well TOLD,
moron! -(TM)

   Tracey controlled the tears that were threatening to form behind her
eyes and picked up the frankfurter.  Reluctantly she pushed it up inside
her cunt to loud laughter from the company.

    -~Fucking amazing! -(TM) John said.   -~That -(TM)s so cool, Emily!
-(TM)

    -~Cool in one sense but hot as fuck for bimbo Tracey here! -(TM) Emily
laughed.

   They made her keep it inside her cunt for another three minutes or so
till it had cooled down.  Then, to Tracey -(TM)s relief, Emily released
her.

    -~Take it out, twat, -(TM) she ordered.

   Tracey -(TM)s relief was short-lived as Emily then gave her a cruel
command.

    -~Now eat it, fuckface! -(TM)

   Tracey stared at her in horror.

    -~But..  but it -(TM)s been... -(TM)

    -~Up your dirty stinking cunt?  Yes, we know that, shithead.  You
-(TM)re going to taste all your own cunt juices as well as the frankfurter
when you eat it! -(TM)

   A mortified Tracey forced herself to eat the disgusting thing and
somehow managed to control her gag reflex.

   When she -(TM)d finished Emily smiled happily to see her aunt -(TM)s
humiliation.

    -~Did you enjoy that, cunt? -(TM) she asked cruelly.

    -~No, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey almost whispered.

    -~Wrong answer, -(TM) said Emily, smacking Tracey hard on her large
round arse cheeks.   -~I -(TM)ll ask you again.  Did you enjoy that? -(TM)

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey forced herself to reply.

    -~Good.  From now on every time you give the wrong answer to a question
you -(TM)ll get punished.  Do you think that -(TM)s fair, Tracey? -(TM)

   If looks could kill Tracey would have murdered Emily hundreds of times
over by now.  But she was helpless and at the mercy of the loathsome kids.
All she could do was play along and wait for her torment to be over in
about seven days time.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, that -(TM)s absolutely fair. -(TM)

    -~So glad you agree, -(TM) Emily smiled.   -~Right, let -(TM)s have a
little quiz.  Remember  -" every time you give a wrong answer you -(TM)ll
be punished.  Got that, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) a thoroughly miserable Tracey answered with a
mounting sense of desperation



   Part Eight

   Emily began Tracey -(TM)s  -~quiz -(TM) with a typically insulting
question.

    -~So let -(TM)s see  -" are you a fat fucking lump of lard, Tracey?
-(TM)

   Tracey blushed with embarrassment but knew she had to play along.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m a fat fucking lump of lard. -(TM)

    -~Do you have fat floppy tits? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I have fat floppy tits. -(TM)

    -~Do you have a fat arse? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I have a fat arse. -(TM)

    -~Are you a bimbo? -(TM)

   Tracey hesitated for a moment, her spirit of defiance not yet entirely
crushed.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m a bimbo, -(TM) she answered reluctantly.

    -~Are you retarded? -(TM)

   Tracey almost lost her temper at that point but forced herself to play
along and humiliate herself in front of the kids.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I am retarded. -(TM)

    -~Would you say you were a totally stupid fucking cunt? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m a totally stupid fucking cunt. -(TM)

   Emily looked disappointed.

    -~Well, the questions are obviously so easy that even you can answer
them, Tracey.  Let -(TM)s try and make it a bit harder for you.  We know
already you can -(TM)t remember how many cocks you -(TM)ve sucked so let
-(TM)s see if you do better on other areas.  How many men have fucked you
up the cunt? -(TM)

   Tracey blushed bright scarlet at that question.

    -~Please, ma -(TM)am, please don -(TM)t make me answer these questions,
-(TM) she begged.

    -~Nonsense! -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~You -(TM)ll do what you -(TM)re
fucking told!  So how many men have fucked you up the cunt?  Or can -(TM)t
you remember that either? -(TM)

   Tracey lowered her eyes to the floor.  She was embarrassed and utterly
cowed by her niece and she just had no idea how much more of this she could
take before breaking down completely.

    -~Sixteen, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~Sixteen?  Are you sure about that?  Not seventeen, eighteen? -(TM)

    -~No, ma -(TM)am, definitely exactly sixteen. -(TM)

   The kids all looked at Tracey and laughed.

    -~What a fucking slut you are, Tracey!  Aren -(TM)t you? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered miserably.

    -~What are you, cunt? -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m a fucking slut, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~A total fucking slut? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m a total fucking slut. -(TM)

    -~And do you believe that you should be punished for being a total
fucking slut? -(TM)

   Tracey stared at her niece with a desperate look in her eyes.

    -~Please, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she said quietly.   -~Please don -(TM)t
hurt me any more.  I -(TM)ve done everything you -(TM)ve told me to do and
I can -(TM)t take much more of this. -(TM)

   Emily slapped her aunt round the face.

    -~Don -(TM)t you EVER talk back to me, you fucking retard! -(TM) she
shouted.   -~And what did I tell you about putting up your hand first if
you want to speak? -(TM)

   Tracey gazed forlornly at the floor.  She was utterly broken now and had
no answer to the terrible situation she found herself in.

    -~So are you going to apologise to me, twatface? -(TM) Emily demanded
cruelly.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) said Tracey meekly.   -~I -(TM)m sorry I
talked back to you and I -(TM)m sorry I didn -(TM)t put my hand up first to
ask you for permission to speak. -(TM)

    -~Good.  So now that -(TM)s three things you deserve to be punished for
 -" being a fucking slut, talking back to your superiors and speaking
without permission.  Isn -(TM)t it, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I deserve to be punished for all three of those
things, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~Well, let -(TM)s see how capable of thinking our bimbo cunt is, -(TM)
Emily grinned.   -~Which of those three things would you say is the most
serious offence, Tracey? -(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her in a mixture of bafflement and helplessness.

    -~I -(TM)m not sure, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she said.   -~Which do you think
is the most serious offence, ma -(TM)am? -(TM)

    -~I ask the questions, moron!  You just try and answer them!  Got that,
retard? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am.  I -(TM)m very sorry, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~So try and use that single brain cell stuck up your fat arse and try
and give me an answer! -(TM)

   Tracey tried desperately to think what answer would be most likely to
appease her niece.  She finally made up her mind.

    -~I think the worst offence was when I talked back to you, ma -(TM)am,
-(TM) she said quietly.

    -~And what about the other two  -" which is worse?  Being a total
fucking slut or speaking without permission? -(TM)

    -~I suppose speaking without permission, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she
answered.

    -~But you do agree that you thoroughly deserve to be punished for all
three offences? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered, on the verge of tears at
last.

    -~Good, -(TM) Emily smiled.   -~Well, let -(TM)s have a vote.  On the
charge of being a total fucking slut there are three possible penalties
open to us.  I -(TM)ll let you vote on them all and the one with most votes
will be the punishment Tracey gets.  So here are the three options.  1  -"
Tracey gets spanked by us all on that fat arse of hers; six swots from each
one of us which adds up to  -" let -(TM)s see, there are seventeen guests
and five of us so that -(TM)s a total of 132 spanks on her fat arse; 2  -"
Tracey has to masturbate herself to orgasm in front of each one of us; 3 
-" Tracey has to go into the garden naked and stand in the pillory we
-(TM)ve recently had built by that nice carpenter neighbour of ours and we
all get to throw nasty gooey stuff at her.  So let -(TM)s take a vote,
shall we?  All those in favour of spanking that fat lazy arse of hers raise
your hands? -(TM)

   Tracey stared in horror at the choice of evils that awaited her.  On the
first vote six of the kids  -" four boys, two girls  -" put up their hands.


    -~OK, who wants to see Tracey masturbate herself to orgasm in front of
us? -(TM)

   Five kids put up their hands, four of them boys and one girl.

    -~And who wants to see Tracey naked in the pillory getting a good
gunging? -(TM)

   Eleven kids put up their hands including every one of her nieces and
nephews.

    -~OK, by majority vote the punishment for Tracey -(TM)s sluttishness
will be that she gets to spend some quality time in the pillory getting
gunged.  Right, Tracey, strip naked for us!  Then the fun can begin! -(TM)

   Tracey gazed helplessly at her niece and saw not the slightest trace of
pity in her face.  All she saw on the faces of every one of the kids was
cruelty and an obvious desire to see her not just naked but utterly
humiliated.

   In a last desperate attempt to retain some dignity Tracey put up her
hand.  Emily knew what was coming and her face wore a big grin of
expectation.

    -~Well, what is it, retard? -(TM) she asked cruelly.   -~What is it you
want to ask me? -(TM)

    -~Please, ma -(TM)am, please, please don -(TM)t make me do this. 
Please, ma -(TM)am, leave me SOME dignity. -(TM)

   Emily gazed right into Tracey -(TM)s eyes and laughed out loud.

    -~Dignity? -(TM) she said.   -~For YOU?  When you -(TM)ve already
admitted that you -(TM)re just a retarded bimbo slut?  And that -(TM)s
exactly what you are, isn -(TM)t it, Tracey?  A retarded bimbo slut? -(TM)

   Tracey -(TM)s eyes filled with tears.  She knew it was hopeless and that
her ordeal at the hands of these kids would be utterly horrific.  And she
still had six more days to go!

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I am, -(TM) she almost whispered.

    -~You -(TM)re what, Tracey?  Say it out loud so we can all hear you!
-(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m ...  I -(TM)m a retarded bimbo slut, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   All the kids laughed heartily hearing the adult woman being forced to
humiliate herself in front of them like this.

    -~Yes, you are, Tracey, -(TM) said Emily cruelly.   -~And retarded
bimbo sluts don -(TM)t deserve any kind of dignity.  So the answer is no,
cunt!  Strip naked and get ready for a good long session in the lovely
pillory in our garden.  twatface!  Unless of course you -(TM)d rather some
of the gentlemen here helped you out of those clothes? -(TM)

   Tracey swallowed hard.  This time she knew she had to answer but of
course it would only mean yet more humiliation for her.

    -~No, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)ll strip, -(TM) she said quietly.

   As Tracey began taking off her clothes Emily cruelly twisted the knife
of her humiliation even further.

    -~Are you looking forward to being naked in front of all us ladies and
gentlemen, Tracey? -(TM)

   Tracey felt mortified but she already knew that a  -~wrong -(TM) answer
would only mean further  -~punishment -(TM) for her.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m looking forward to it. -(TM)

   The kids laughed and giggled as she was forced to humiliate herself in
front of them.

    -~Are you looking forward to showing us that fat arse of yours and
those fat floppy tits and that juicy cunt of yours, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m looking forward to it, -(TM) Tracey forced
herself to say.

    -~Looking forward to WHAT? -(TM) Emily asked cruelly.

   Tracey reluctantly supplied the missing words.

    -~I -(TM)m looking forward to showing my fat arse and fat floppy tits
and juicy cunt, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   The kids all laughed when she said that.

    -~Just like the dirty fucking slut you are! -(TM) Emily said cruelly. 
-~That -(TM)s what you are, isn -(TM)t it, Tracey  -" a dirty fucking slut?
-(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) a tearful Tracey answered.   -~I -(TM)m a
dirty fucking slut, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   More laughter followed from the kids.

    -~And dirty fucking sluts have to be punished, Don -(TM)t they, bimbo?
-(TM)

   Tracey gazed forlornly at the floor when she answered quietly.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, dirty fucking sluts have to be punished, ma -(TM)am.
-(TM)

   Emily smiled cruelly.

    -~So since you -(TM)re a dirty fucking slut, YOU have to be punished.
Don -(TM)t you, Tracey? -(TM)

   Tracey knew it was hopeless.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, since I -(TM)m a dirty fucking slut I have to be
punished for that, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she forced herself to say.

   By now she was completely naked and though she -(TM)d closed her legs
and was trying to cover her breasts with her arms she was well aware of the
gazes at her now nude body.

    -~So glad you agree, Tracey, -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~Right, take your
arms away  -" in fact, throw them wide apart so you can give everyone a
good look at those flabby tits of yours! -(TM)

   Tracey blushed but did as she was told.  Her large breasts were now
fully exposed to the crowd and the boys immediately came up as close as
possible to get a good look.

   One of them came right up to Tracey and started fondling and groping her
breasts.  For a moment she was about to pull away or at least say something
but a stern look from Emily made her keep quiet.  She endured the groping
for a good five minutes from the boys before finally Emily got bored and
called them off.

    -~OK, Tracey, you -(TM)ve had enough fun for now, -(TM) she said
cruelly.   -~Follow me, bimbo; we -(TM)ll take you out into the garden and
get you all cumfy for your session in the pillory.  Isn -(TM)t it kind of
me to get you to volunteer to provide the entertainment for my party,
Tracey? -(TM)

   Tracey -(TM)s tears were in full flood by now.  Somehow she managed to
whisper out an answer.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, it -(TM)s very kind of you to ask me to provide the
entertainment for your party, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   She was led out by an eager group of still groping hands to await her
doom!



   Part Nine

   Tracey was still not quite completely broken and for a few futile
seconds she tried to struggle as she was led outside into the garden by a
forest of eager kids.  Even if it had been one against one Tracey wouldn
-(TM)t have stood much chance but with over twenty kids she was easily
restrained and soon found herself standing in the garden.  A grinning Emily
pointed to the huge wooden contraption that sat there.

    -~Told you a carpenter friend had rigged this up for us! -(TM) she
laughed happily.   -~I -(TM)m going to enjoy this part of the evening very
much, Tracey. -(TM)

   She was dragged across to the pillory and bent over before her neck and
wrists were securely fastened inside the top part of the device.  It wasn
-(TM)t quite a standard pillory which would at least have protected most of
her body from assault though left her face cruelly exposed.  This device
had been constructed so that it was in two sections with her head and neck
in the top part and then a gap deliberately left between the upper and
lower sections of the device.

   Her feet were then fitted into position on the lower board with her legs
forced wide apart into ankle blocks, giving the  -~audience -(TM) a perfect
view of her exposed cunt.  As a result of the design not only her face but
her body was also easily available for target practice.

   They reinforced Tracey -(TM)s state which was already one of helpless
immobility by adding padlocks to the device.  Poor Tracey could hardly move
a muscle now!

    -~Fucking great! -(TM) exclaimed an enthusiastic Emily.   -~You cumfy
in there, Tracey? -(TM)

   The young girl deliberately mocked her aunt cruelly and Tracey was
almost at the end of her tether.  She was so angry that she would have
tried to escape if she -(TM)d been able to.  But as she was totally
restrained as well as naked she knew resistance was useless.  She also knew
from earlier that evening that a  -~wrong -(TM) answer meant that Emily
would subject her to even worse levels of  -~punishment -(TM) so she knew
she had no choice but to humiliate herself yet again.

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   The kids all laughed when she said that.  Emily cruelly continued to
humiliate her aunt.

    -~Lovely and cumfy?  So cumfy in there you want to spend quite a while
inside the pillory? -(TM)

   Tracey forced herself to give the  -~right -(TM) answer to that 
-~question. -(TM)

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am, lovely and cumfy.  So cumfy I want to
spend quite a while inside the pillory, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

   The kids laughed even louder when she said that.

    -~OK, well, since you -(TM)re enjoying it in there so much we -(TM)ll
let you stay for a long time!  In the meantime we need to get the goodies
all lined up ready for use.  We -(TM)ve got quite a few different types of
ammunition you can use.  Here are some gloves you can use.  We couldn
-(TM)t possibly let our guests get their hands messy, could we? -(TM)

   More laughter followed that announcement.  In a couple of minutes the
kids, directed by Emily, had gone to the cellar and the garden shed and
picked up a number of boxes and buckets of stuff that was about to be used
on the luckless Tracey.

   Tracey hung helplessly in the pillory, dreading the forthcoming ordeal.
She had no idea why her nieces and nephews were so cruel towards her but
she was rapidly going off the idea of having any children of her own.

   The pelting began fairly innocuously with a tub containing potato
peelings and some cabbage and lettuce leaves.  They didn -(TM)t hurt much
but they did hit her in the face and also trickle down over her neck and
shoulders.  The kids took up a variety of positions, some favouring close
up for greater accuracy and others further back for speed and power as the
missiles hit her.  Tracey spluttered a bit but if it didn -(TM)t get any
worse she felt confident that she could survive it.

   Of course she ought to have known better than to be so optimistic.  The
second bucket was much more unpleasant containing rotten vegetables, rotten
fruit, rotten tomatoes, eggs, gravy and some mayonnaise.  The concoction
was disgusting and it hit her in the face and also on the body to loud
cheers and laughter.  It slowly trickled down via her tits to her stomach
and the kids roared with laughter as they saw her humiliation.

   Her nieces and nephews came up close and deliberately spread the
disgusting concoction all across her body, particularly the mayonnaise and
gravy.  The other kids laughed and cheered at Tracey -(TM)s plight.

    -~Right, -(TM) Emily told the spectators, wiping her gloved hands on
Tracey -(TM)s nude body,  -~before we get to bucket number three let -(TM)s
have a slighter more traditional pelting. -(TM)

   She produced a plate of custard pies and the kids eagerly began hurling
them at Tracey.  The pies landed in her hair, on her face, and some on her
shoulders and even on her tits.  The ones that landed on her tits were
quickly grabbed by the kids, squashed firmly and rubbed into her tit flesh.


   After that Emily produced a large tub of vegetable oil  -" catering size
 -" and opened it with a big grin on her face.

    -~This is going to be emptied all over you, bimbo! -(TM) she laughed.

   Tracey could only moan slightly at the expectation of a very messy and
slippery coating of oil on her naked body.  From head to toe she found
herself covered with vegetable oil.  Not content with pouring it over her
body, Emily cruelly rubbed it into Tracey -(TM)s long blonde hair with her
gloved hands.

    -~Now let -(TM)s empty bucket number three over Tracey, -(TM) a
grinning Emily told the kids.

   The third bucket contained a large quantity of custard which was poured
over Tracey -(TM)s nude body from head to toe, being deliberately rubbed
into her hair to mingle with the vegetable oil and increasing her
humiliation.

    -~Now for some fun with tubes and bottles, -(TM) Emily said.   -~We
-(TM)ll start off with these large tubes of brown sauce.  Squirt it all
over the bitch and don -(TM)t hold back! -(TM)

   The luckless Tracey found brown sauce squirted all over her face, in her
hair and over her body with the boys taking particular care to squirt it
over her breasts and up her vagina and arsehole.  It was utterly
humiliating and then became painful as well when Emily squirted the brown
sauce in Tracey -(TM)s ears and eyes.

   After the tubes were exhausted and the kids laughed happily at Tracey
-(TM)s discomfort Emily turned to a new angle of attack.

    -~Let -(TM)s use these tubes of tomato ketchup just like we did with
the brown sauce, -(TM) she grinned.

   An eager group of kids squirted Tracey with the ketchup, overlaying the
effects of the brown sauce with a new red coloured sauce.  She had passed
into a state of semi-detachment now, aware only that she had to endure her
torment until the kids finally got bored or ran out of ammunition.  Till
then all she could do was hang where she was while they bombarded her with
muck.

   Emily gazed in satisfaction at her handiwork.  The once pretty Tracey
had been reduced to an invisible mess covered with slime and all kinds of
other unpleasant substances.

    -~Now for the final bucket, -(TM) said Emily.

   Tracey was just about conscious enough to hear that comment and a sense
of relief washed over her as she thought that her ordeal would soon be
coming to an end at last.

   The final bucket contained yoghurt, long since past its sell by date. 
The stench from the bucket was overpowering but Emily and the kids didn
-(TM)t mind.  Instead they just picked up the contents and threw them all
over the helpless Tracey.

   Emily, characteristically, scooped up a large amount of the yoghurt and
poured it directly over her head.  It had now turned into a slimy and
sticky liquid and it was absolutely foul.  She then used her gloves to rub
it carefully into Tracey -(TM)s hair and face.

   John approached and smeared her tits and cunt and arse thoroughly with
the yoghurt before spreading some more on her face and finally emptying the
rest of his bowl over Tracey -(TM)s head.

    -~OK, time for the next stage in the fun, -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~Get
the barrel, John. -(TM)

   John then dragged a large barrel over to the area of the pillory.

    -~This, -(TM) a grinning Emily said,  -~is pigswill.  We -(TM)ve asked
our friend the farmer if he could spare some for our party and he was happy
to help us.  Right, everyone, let -(TM)s empty the barrel of pigswill right
over the twat! -(TM)

   Eager hands lifted up the barrel and poured the disgusting pigswill all
over Tracey, covering her from head to toe in the slimy substance. 
Everyone cheered and laughed at her discomfort.

    -~OK, this is a large can of paint, -(TM) said Emily.   -~Here goes,
bimbo! -(TM)

   With that she emptied the contents of the can all over Tracey, beginning
with her hair and then letting it cover the whole of her nude body.  Hoots
of laughter and applause followed but Emily was nowhere near finished yet.

    -~OK, here -(TM)s a large tub of black treacle, -(TM) Emily told the
kids.   -~Let -(TM)s see to it that every inch of her body gets covered
with the stuff.  Here are some paint brushes to help you spread it in
evenly. -(TM)

   Emily began by brushing the treacle into Tracey -(TM)s blonde hair.  The
kids all enjoyed brushing the muck on her body and every inch of her was
eventually covered from head to toe in treacle.  The boys particularly
enjoyed spreading it on her tits and up her cunt and arsehole.

   Finally they were all done.  Every inch of Tracey -(TM)s body had been
covered with the treacle on top of all the other concoctions that were
sitting there.

   Emily and the kids looked at the helpless Tracey in the pillory and
laughed happily.

    -~Some final touches, I think, -(TM) said Emily cruelly.

   With that she picked up a cucumber and pushed it hard right up inside
Tracey -(TM)s cunt.  The young woman gasped but could do nothing about it.
Emily then picked up a carrot and pushed it hard right up Tracey -(TM)s
arsehole.  She then picked up a large packet of oatmeal and waved it in the
air.

    -~Let -(TM)s decorate the bimbo! -(TM) she grinned.   -~Almost like tar
and feathers! -(TM)

   Tracey had to submit to the onslaught of oatmeal flakes being poured
into her face, spread on her face, her tits, her cunt and arse and over her
whole body.  She was utterly humiliated and could only hope that her ordeal
would soon be over.

   As a final supreme touch Emily pinched Tracey -(TM)s nose to force her
to open her mouth and then pushed an apple inside it.  Her aunt was now
effectively gagged.

    -~You -(TM)ll be pleased to hear, -(TM) she told the cheering kids, 
-~that the apple I -(TM)ve just shoved up the bimbo -(TM)s gob is riddled
with maggots.  Enjoy, Tracey! -(TM)

   After the laughter died down she spoke almost regretfully.

    -~Well, let -(TM)s get back to the rest of the party.  We -(TM)ll leave
Tracey in the pillory overnight, shall we? -(TM)

   Her suggestion was greeted by the kids with an enthusiastic  -~yes!
-(TM)

    -~You can all stay here overnight so we can carry on having more fun
with Tracey tomorrow.  I -(TM)m sure she -(TM)ll be happy to continue
entertaining my guests! -(TM)

   Tracey, naked, covered in slime, trapped in her pillory, could only weep
silently and pray for the arrival of morning even though she knew that
would bring no improvement in her treatment.

   Oh fuck, why is life always so unfair to me, she thought bitterly.



   Part Ten

   Emily and the other kids partied on until the small hours when they went
to bed.  Tracey was left, naked, restrained in the pillory, covered with
slime and with a maggoty apple in her mouth and a cucumber up her cunt and
a carrot up her arse.  She found it almost impossible to sleep.

   In the morning Emily and the kids cruelly arrived and jeered her.  Emily
looked at her aunt with a huge grin on her face.

    -~You really are a dirty fucking slut, aren -(TM)t you, Tracey?  Just
look at the state of you  -" all covered in filth and stinking like fuck!
What on earth do you expect my guests to think of you? -(TM)

   Tracey could say nothing but moaned faintly as the kids all laughed at
her.  The episode in the pillory had totally broken her and she had no
powers of resistance left.

   Emily moved across and took out the cucumber from her aunt -(TM)s cunt
and the carrot from her arse.  She placed them carefully on the ground
before finally removing the maggoty apple from Tracey -(TM)s mouth.

    -~Were you cumfy last night, Tracey? -(TM) Emily mocked her.   -~Did
you enjoy the entertainment? -(TM)

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) she managed to force out.

    -~Lovely and cumfy? -(TM)

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am; lovely and cumfy. -(TM)

    -~And did you enjoy the entertainment? -(TM)

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am; I enjoyed it. -(TM)

    -~But you made a bit of a mess last night, didn -(TM)t you?  Are you
sorry about that? -(TM)

   Tracey was past any semblance of protest or resentment.  Meekly she gave
her niece the humiliating answer she wanted to hear.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)m very sorry I made such a mess last night.
-(TM)

    -~Well, you -(TM)d better clear it up then, hadn -(TM)t you?  John,
take her down and we -(TM)ll begin the clean up process. -(TM)

   To her enormous relief John released Tracey from the pillory and pointed
to her to stand on the concrete path.

    -~Right, let -(TM)s start cleaning this bitch up, -(TM) said Emily.  
-~John, turn on the hose. -(TM)

   The garden hose was then turned on and directed full on at Tracey -(TM)s
naked body.  The jets of water stung her as they thudded into her body and
it was particularly painful when they were aimed at her tits and cunt. 
Tracey endured it all and after about fifteen minutes of this ordeal most
of the dirt had been removed from her body.

    -~Hm, a good start, -(TM) Emily grinned.   -~Let -(TM)s give her the
second level of cleaning. -(TM)

   Buckets of ice cold water were then produced and thrown vigorously over
Tracey -(TM)s body.  The cold water made her gasp and shiver but the kids
just laughed at her discomfort.

    -~OK, now for phase three, -(TM) Emily said.   -~Get the yard broom and
scrubbing brush. -(TM)

   The kids then rubbed Tracey -(TM)s nude body vigorously with the broom
and brush and it hurt like hell as they scraped away at her.  Finally Emily
was nearly satisfied with her handiwork.

    -~Right, that -(TM)s you almost decent, Tracey, -(TM) she laughed.  
-~Now for the final stage of your clean-up.  We -(TM)ll put you through the
carwash. -(TM)

   Even the thoroughly cowed Tracey seemed to stir at that suggestion.  She
looked as if she was about to speak when Emily pointed to John and Lucy and
Stacey and got them to come across and join her.

    -~Let -(TM)s get Tracey strapped into the hanging harness, -(TM) Emily
said.

   Her siblings eagerly took hold of their aunt and dragged her across to
another platform in the garden.  Her feet were placed on the platform and
her arms were quickly strapped into the attached hanging harness.

    -~Right, -(TM) Emily laughed,  -~now we can start the device.  We
-(TM)ll begin with the wetting station. -(TM)

   Tracey found herself dangling in a fixed position while after John had
pressed a button the conveyor belt began to move her from station to
station.  The wetting station drenched her from head to toe in water and
removed a bit more of the remaining gunge.

    -~Now for the soapy spray station, -(TM) Emily laughed.

   Tracey found soapy spray being blown all over her naked body and it was
most uncomfortable and degrading.  The audience loved it of course!

    -~Now the rinsing station, -(TM) said Emily, grinning like a Cheshire
cat.

   Tracey now had the accumulation of suds rinsed off her and yet more
grime was removed.

    -~Now for the final stage, -(TM) Emily told her,  -~the blow dry
station. -(TM)

   Tracey felt powerful currents of hot air blowing across her body to dry
her.  It was fierce and uncomfortable but at least she was finally clean.
Her nieces and nephews looked at their now clean aunt and laughed.

    -~Enjoy the car wash, Tracey? -(TM) Emily asked her cruelly.

   A thoroughly shaken Tracey somehow managed to answer her.

    -~Yes, thank you, ma -(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~Good.  Well, go and make us all breakfast while we decide what we
want you to do next. -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am.  Thank you, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) a bewildered and
subdued Tracey answered.

   She headed off to the kitchen to see what she could find in the way of
food to give the guests at Emily -(TM)s party.



   Part Eleven

   Now that Tracey was completely broken somehow her continuing humiliation
had less appeal for Emily and most of her siblings.

    -~I know the plan was to turn her into a brainless bimbo, -(TM) Stacey
said.   -~Even though she was already half-way there we certainly pushed
her further along the way.  But now she -(TM)s more or less a total zombie
it -(TM)s not so much fun as it was. -(TM)

    -~Yes, I feel that, -(TM) said Emily.   -~Maybe we need to build the
bitch back up again so we can knock her right down. -(TM)

    -~I quite like her like she is, -(TM) Lucy said.   -~Maybe we should
keep it up and then on her last day we can take her down to the Slave
Processing Centre and get her registered. -(TM)

    -~I agree with Emily and Stacey, -(TM) said John.   -~It -(TM)s not so
much fun as it was when she was still fighting us. -(TM)

    -~How would you build her up again anyway? -(TM) Stacey asked.   -~I
think last night totally freaked her out and she -(TM)s just fucked-up
completely. -(TM)

    -~We -(TM)ll have to ease off a bit, -(TM) said Emily.   -~Let -(TM)s
start by giving her some clothes to wear. -(TM)

   On that issue Emily found herself in a minority of one.  John, Edward,
Lucy and Stacey were adamant that Tracey should remain naked at least for
the duration of the weekend.  Reluctantly Emily went along with the
majority decision.

    -~Naked it is then, -(TM) she said.   -~Any ideas as to how we should
treat her for the rest of the day?  After the pillory and the cleaning up
afterwards it -(TM)s pretty much a bit hard to think of stuff that won
-(TM)t seem like an anti-climax! -(TM)

    -~We ought to put her into restraints, -(TM) Lucy suggested.  
-~Handcuffs, shackles, that sort of thing. -(TM)

    -~A collar around her neck too, -(TM) said John.

    -~Yeah, a dog collar with a leash so we can lead the bimbo about! -(TM)
Stacey laughed.

    -~Well, how do you suggest we get them?  We haven -(TM)t got cuffs or
shackles and we haven -(TM)t got a dog so we can -(TM)t even fit her with a
collar and leash! -(TM) Emily pointed out.

    -~I guess we -(TM)ll have to take her shopping, -(TM) said Lucy.   -~I
know it means letting her wear a few clothes but we -(TM)ll take them off
of her when she gets back. -(TM)

    -~OK, I -(TM)ll get her to drive us to the mall, -(TM) said Emily.

   She went indoors and summoned Tracey over.

    -~Get dressed, -(TM) she commanded.   -~We -(TM)re taking you out
shopping.  Do you understand what I -(TM)ve just said, bimbo? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey answered in a quiet, monotonous voice.

   She put on the high-heeled shoes, ridiculously short skirt, short
see-through white blouse and followed her new boss.  Of course she wasn
-(TM)t allowed to wear a bra or knickers so Tracey felt very exposed and
humiliated by her slutty outfit but that was exactly how the kids wanted
her to feel.

   Tracey got into the car when Emily handed her the keys and the kids got
in with her.  Then she started up the engine and drove off.

    -~We -(TM)re going to the shopping mall, Tracey, -(TM) Emily told her.
-~We -(TM)ll be buying some things on your credit card.  Do you have
anything to say about that? -(TM)

    -~Thank you, ma -(TM)am, -(TM) Tracey said in her flat quiet voice.

   When they reached the car park Tracey parked the car, handed Emily the
keys and followed the kids into the mall.  They began in a pet shop where
Emily picked out a dog collar and lead and handed them to Tracey.

    -~Put the collar on, bitch, -(TM) she ordered.

   Tracey stared at her for a moment but did as she was told.  Once the
collar was securely in place around her neck Emily tightened it a bit and
then clipped the leash on to it.

    -~Walk on all fours for us, Tracey, -(TM) Emily commanded.

   Tracey did as she was told, attracting a few strange looks from the
handful of customers who were in the store.

    -~Perfect! -(TM) Emily announced.   -~Right, take it off now.  We
-(TM)ll buy them. -(TM)

   She took the collar and leash and was about to proceed to the checkout
when Lucy pointed to a dog bowl with a double dip, one for food and one for
water.

    -~Let -(TM)s get that as well, -(TM) she said.   -~Make the bitch eat
and drink out of the bowl. -(TM)

   Her idea was enthusiastically approved by the other kids and then Emily
walked to the till and paid for the three items with Tracey -(TM)s
contactless credit card.

   Once they were wrapped up Emily handed them to Tracey to carry.

    -~Let -(TM)s go, -(TM) she said,  -~a few more items to buy yet. -(TM)

   Their next stop was a hardware store where Emily identified a box of
clothes pegs, some rope, large hooks, a roll of duct tape, a length of
barbed wire and a large roll of cling film as suitable purchases.  Once
again she went to the till and bought them with Tracey -(TM)s credit card.

    -~The next bit is going to be a bit tough, -(TM) said Emily.   -~Right,
Tracey, take these things in the car and drive. -(TM)

   Meekly Tracey did as she was told and they left the shopping precinct to
go into a shop on the outskirts of town.

    -~Right, get out, bimbo, -(TM) Emily told Tracey.   -~This is the
tricky bit.  Only me and John could pass for being over 18  -" the rest of
you will have to stay in the car. -(TM)

    -~Where are you going? -(TM) Lucy asked curiously.

    -~To a sex shop, -(TM) Emily grinned.   -~That -(TM)s where we -(TM)ll
get Tracey to buy the rest of the goodies. -(TM)

   Tracey, even in her docile state, reacted slightly to that announcement.
She didn -(TM)t actually say anything but she looked alarmed and her
obvious fear only made the kids laugh.

    -~Right, bimbo, follow me, -(TM) Emily ordered her.   -~Move that fat
arse of yours! -(TM)

   Tracey followed her eldest niece and nephew into a small parade of
shops. Above the door of one was a sign reading  -~licensed adult shop.
-(TM) Emily nodded her approval and opened the door.

   The shop was not very busy and there seemed to be two members of staff 
-" a man in his early thirties and a woman in her early twenties.

    -~Hi there, -(TM) Emily began.   -~I -(TM)d like to buy some stuff.
-(TM)

   The man looked at her and then John and finally Tracey.

    -~How old are you? -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m 19 and he -(TM)s 18, -(TM) she lied smoothly.

    -~OK, what do you want to buy? -(TM)

    -~Some handcuffs, leg shackles, waist cincher, a tit press, nipple
clamps, butt plug, dildo, ring gag, ball gag, prick gag, blindfold, hood, a
posture collar for starters, -(TM) Emily told him.

    -~I see, -(TM) the man said.   -~And how are you planning  -" to use
them? -(TM)

    -~We -(TM)re going to use them on her, -(TM) Emily grinned, pointing to
Tracey.   -~She -(TM)s our slave girl. -(TM)

   He looked at Tracey and asked her a direct question.

    -~Is that true? -(TM)

   For a brief moment a spark of rebellion and spirit lingered in Tracey
-(TM)s eyes but then faded.  She had been broken by the pillory and 
-~clean up -(TM) and the thought of what might happen to her if she went
against the wishes of the kids terrified her.

    -~Yes, that -(TM)s right, sir, -(TM) she answered in a flat, dead
monotone.   -~I -(TM)m their slave girl. -(TM)

   The young girl staff member looked at Tracey with interest.

    -~Nice tits, -(TM) she said.   -~I can see why you want to have fun
with them! -(TM)

    -~Too fucking right! -(TM) Emily laughed.

    -~Well, the restraint devices are great but why stop there? -(TM) she
said.   -~Why not also get some toys for discipline? -(TM)

    -~What did you have in mind? -(TM) Emily asked eagerly.

    -~Well, what about a chastity belt so you -(TM)re in total control of
your slave -(TM)s cunt and she can -(TM)t even masturbate without your
permission?  A cane and a whip and a cattle prod to discipline her?  Or a
straightjacket to keep her in severe restraint?  Some alligator clips and
an electrical unit so that you can connect one end of the clips to the unit
and the other end to her tits or clit and then pass electrical shocks
through them?  A ring gag with spikes fitted round the ring part and also
jutting out so the spikes dig into her tongue and the roof of her mouth? 
Benwa balls that you can stick up her cunt so every time she walks they
move about inside?   -(TM)

   Emily and John looked at each other and smiled.

    -~Yes, I like the sound of all those, -(TM) said Emily.   -~We -(TM)ll
take them.  Oh, by the way, do you have a fitting room where my slave can
try them on? -(TM)

    -~Yes, we do, -(TM) the girl smiled.   -~Follow me. -(TM)

   The girl led them off to a fitting room where, at Emily -(TM)s command,
Tracey stripped naked.

    -~Yes, those big tits of hers are ideal to have fun with, -(TM) the
girl laughed.   -~OK, let -(TM)s start with the handcuffs.  I recommend the
triple locking set which also has a heavy padlock attached as an extra
security measure and which as well as the key also has a combination so
that it isn -(TM)t possible to unlock it with just the key  -" you -(TM)d
need to unlock the combination first before you could unlock it with the
key.  Does that idea appeal to you? -(TM)

    -~Fuck, yes! -(TM) Emily answered enthusiastically.   -~Show me how it
works. -(TM)

   So she pushed Tracey -(TM)s wrists behind her back, snapped the
handcuffs shut and then made a triple turn to keep them in place.  She then
closed the padlock on the length of chain between the cuffs and then
entered a series of digits on the combination panel.  After that she used
the key to double lock the padlock.

    -~Nice and secure, -(TM) she grinned.   -~If you buy this I -(TM)ll
give you the combination though of course you can change it to your own
settings. -(TM)

    -~Great! -(TM)

    -~Now spread your legs, slave, while I fasten the shackles on your legs
for your owners. -(TM)

   Tracey groaned slightly but did as she was told.  Soon the feel of cold
metal on her ankles told her she was secured by her feet as well as her
hands.

    -~Would you like to buy a spreader bar as well to keep her cunt spread
nice and wide for you? -(TM) the girl asked.

    -~Yes, why not?  Fit it for us, -(TM) Emily told her.

   The girl clipped the metal bar into the sockets on the leg chains and
then clipped it into place.  Now Tracey was forced to display herself
obscenely for her audience of four.

    -~Let -(TM)s do the waist cincher next, -(TM) the girl suggested.   -~I
-(TM)m assuming you want your slave to be in maximum restraint and
discomfort so I -(TM)ll recommend this particular model.  It comes with
metal spikes that dig into her waist flesh to make her feel cold and clammy
as well as digging painfully into her skin. -(TM)

    -~Fucking great! -(TM) Emily laughed.

    -~It can be tightened to three possible settings  -" tight, medium and
loose.  I -(TM)m assume you want me to fit your slave with the tightest
possible setting? -(TM)

    -~Of course, -(TM) Emily grinned.

   Tracey winced as the belt bit into her waist flesh and the spikes dug
painfully into her.

    -~Now for the butt plug, -(TM) the girl smiled.   -~I suggest you buy
three different types and begin with the small one to get your slave used
to the feel of it up her arse.  Then when she -(TM)s trained you can go on
to the bigger one which is more or less the same size as an erect prick. 
The most severe one is like that but can also be locked with a key so she
can -(TM)t force it out of her which she can with the small butt plug.  It
also has metal spikes fitted from top to bottom and along every side of it
so that when it -(TM)s up her arse it -(TM)s really fucking painful for her
 -" especially when it comes out because it will rip her arse flesh! -(TM)

    -~Fucking amazing! -(TM) Emily laughed.   -~OK, shove it up her arse.
-(TM)

   The girl pushed the small butt plug up Tracey -(TM)s arse and it felt
uncomfortable but not as yet actually painful.

    -~Now let -(TM)s fit the dildo up her cunt, -(TM) the girl smiled.  
-~Again we -(TM)ve got more than one model  -" the basic one and a metal
dildo that, like the butt plug, can be locked into place up her cunt.  Like
the advanced butt plug, it also comes with metal spikes to rip her cunt
flesh.  I -(TM)d recommend starting with the basic one and then moving on
to the more  -" advanced  -" model when you -(TM)ve trained her properly.
-(TM)

   Emily watched in fascination as the girl pushed the intruding dildo up
Tracey -(TM)s cunt.  She grinned as she saw her aunt beginning to moan
slightly as it buried its length inside her.

    -~Filthy fucking slut, aren -(TM)t you, Tracey? -(TM) she asked
cruelly.  -~I bet you fucking love that dildo up that dirty cunt of yours,
don -(TM)t you? -(TM)

   Tracey gazed at her niece beseechingly but saw no pity there.  Terrified
of the consequences of saying anything out of place, she gave the answer
she knew her niece wanted.

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I fucking love that dildo up my dirty cunt, ma
-(TM)am. -(TM)

    -~Just like the fucking whore you are, right? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, just like the fucking whore I am, ma -(TM)am, -(TM)
Tracey answered quietly.

    -~Now let -(TM)s fit her with her chastity belt, shall we?  We -(TM)ll
lock it into place over her butt plug and cunt dildo, -(TM) said the shop
girl.

   The chastity belt was fitted and locked into place and poor Tracey was
feeling utterly humiliated not least by the fact that she became
uncomfortably aware that her cunt was getting wet.

    -~Now for the posture collar, -(TM) the girl said.   -~I assume you
want the most severe model to go round her neck. -(TM)

    -~Of course, -(TM) Emily answered.

    -~Well, this one, like the waist cincher, has metal spikes that dig
into her neck as well as a padlock to hold it in place with a numerical
combination that -(TM)s set first and then secured again by locking it with
a key.  I -(TM)ll just fit it for you. -(TM)

   Poor Tracey felt the uncomfortable sensation of a metal collar being
fastened much too tightly around her neck, the spikes digging into her neck
flesh and the padlock being first set with the combination and then locked
into place.

   One by one the various items were tried out on the luckless Tracey.  By
the time they -(TM)d finished she was sobbing and weeping openly and Emily
decided it might be a smart move to take her out of the shop in case the
staff started to feel sorry for her.

    -~We -(TM)ll take the lot, -(TM) she announced.   -~Get dressed again,
Tracey. -(TM)

   Tracey got dressed but she knew what was coming when she got back to her
sister -(TM)s place and the idea filled her with increasing terror.  Five
more days of captivity at the mercy of these evil brats!

   And Tracey knew only too well that  -~mercy -(TM) was not a word in
their vocabulary!



   Part Twelve

   Tracey drove her nieces and nephews back to their parent -(TM)s house,
parked her car, handed over the keys to Emily and followed them back
indoors.

    -~OK, -(TM) Emily announced,  -~let -(TM)s have some more fun.  To
begin with, Tracey, strip naked! -(TM)

   Tracey -(TM)s eyes were dead by now and she obeyed the instruction to
strip in a mechanical, robotic way.  When she was naked Emily turned to the
bags and pulled out a large box of clothes pegs.

    -~Right, -(TM) she said,  -~let -(TM)s play a new game  -" pin the
clothes pegs on the naked bimbo!  Tracey here has kindly volunteered to let
us put them on her.  Haven -(TM)t you, cunt? -(TM)

    -~Yes, ma -(TM)am, I have, -(TM) Tracey answered in that flat, dead,
monotonous voice that by now was the only tone she seemed able to muster.

   Emily tipped the clothes pegs on to the floor and began proceedings by
clipping two of the pegs on each of Tracey -(TM)s nipples and a third on
her clit.  Tracey yelped, particularly when the peg went on her clit, but
otherwise did not protest.  She was too broken and too scared of what else
might happen to her to resist or even complain.

   Before long the clothes pegs adorned every available inch of Tracey
-(TM)s nude body  -" her cunt lips, her arse cheeks, the soft flesh of her
belly, her inner thighs, her ears, her face, even her mouth and tongue. 
From head to toe she was soon covered in clothes pegs.  The pain was
excruciating but of course that only added to the pleasure of the evil
kids.

   'Enjoying yourself, Tracey?' Emily asked cruelly.  'Is it cumfy for you
having all those clothes pegs on your naked sluttish body?'

   Tracey, wincing in pain, lowered her gaze to the floor.  Somehow she
found the strength to say the words she knew her cruel niece wanted to
hear.

   'Yes, thank you, ma'am, I'm enjoying myself very much.  And it's lovely
and cumfy having the clothes pegs on my naked sluttish body.'

   Everyone laughed when she said that.

   'You stupid fucking cunt!' Emily laughed.  'That's what you are, isn't
it, Tracey - a stupid fucking bimbo cunt?'

   'Yes, ma'am,' Tracey mumbled.  'I'm just a stupid fucking bimbo cunt.'

   'And stupid fucking bimbo cunts have to be punished, don't they?'

   'Yes, ma'am, stupid fucking bimbo cunts have to be punished.'

   'So you agree that you deserve to be punished?'

   'Yes, ma'am, I agree that I deserve to be punished.'

   Emily gave her a cruel smile.

   'Well, let's see.  Perhaps we should take a vote.  There are lots of fun
ways we could punish you - we could cane you, whip you, or we could give
you electric shocks.  Who wants to see Tracey caned?'

   Around twelve hands went up.

   'Whipped?'

   About ten hands went up.

   'Given electric shocks?'

   About eight hands went up.

   'Well, that's settled then,' a grinning Emily answered.  'You are going
to be caned, Tracey.  Do you agree that it's a fair and just punishment and
no more than you deserve?'

   Tracey blanced at the prospect but knew she couldn't refuse without
something even worse happening to her.  With a tremble in her voice she
slowly answered.

   'Yes,ma'am, it's a fair and just punishment and no more than I deserve,
ma'am.'

   Emily gave her an odious smile.

   'So glad you agree, Tracey.  Well, I suppose we need to consider the
practical difficulties.  At the moment every part of her body is completely
covered with clothes pegs.  If we try and cane her while she's wearing them
it won't be easy for the cane to find its mark.  So the bad news is that
the clothes pegs have to come off.  The good news,' she grinned happily,
'is that it will hurt even more when they come off than when she's got them
on!'

   Loud laughter and cheers greeted that announcement.

   'Well, let's pull the pegs off Tracey,' said Emily.  'Slowly, one at a
time, to maximise the pain she'll feel.'

   Tracey winced in pain as one by one the pegs were removed from her body.
When it was finally over she felt a wave of pain washing over her but the
kids laughed and cheered.

   'Right,' said Emily.  'Would you like to be caned now, Tracey?'

   For a moment the agony she had undergone stirred a flicker of rebellion
in Tracey's heart.  But the flame that had briefly flickered died as she
realised the hopelessness of her situation.  Reluctantly she said the words
she knew her niece wanted her to say.

   'Yes, please, ma'am,' Tracey said quietly.

   'Yes please what, bimbo cunt?'

   'Yes, please, ma'am.  Please cane me.'

   'Gently or hard?'

   Oh God, Tracey thought, these kids are monsters.  Is there no level of
pain and degradation they won't put me through?  Gritting her teeth, she
forced herself to answer.

   'Please cane me hard, ma'am,' she almost whispered.'



   Part Thirteen:

   Tracey was forced to bend over a chair while Emily produced a cane and
showed it to the appreciative audience.

   'This,' she said triumphantly, 'is what we're now going to use to punish
our bimbo slut.  Now as Tracey has just agreed that she deserves to be
caned and has even asked to be caned hard rather than gently it seems a
shame not to do what she wants us to do to her.  As an additional part of
her punishment she will count each stroke and thank me after each one.  Got
that, bimbo?'

   'Yes, ma'am,' Tracey groaned in response.

   'Good,' Emily grinned.  'I think we'll begin by getting Tracey to kiss
the cane.  You'd like to kiss the cane, wouldn't you, bimbo?'

   Tracey could only squirm in anguish at the prospect of yet more
humiliation.

   'Yes please, ma'am,' she meekly answered.

   Emily smiled cruelly as she picked up the cane and held it up against
Tracey's lips.

   'Kiss the cane, slut,' she grinned.  'Kiss it like you're kissing a
man's prick when he's got a real hard on!'

   Tracey blanched but prepared herself for the distasteful task.  She gave
her best effort to lick and kiss the cane with a semblance of enthusiasm
and enjoyment while the kids all laughed at her abject humiliation.

   'What a total fucking slut!' Emily laughed.  'Well, let the fun begin!'

   She made a practice 'swish' through the air before landing her first
stroke hard on Tracey's arse cheeks.

   'Ow!' Tracey yelped.

   Emily gave her a cool smile.

   'You didn't count the strokes, Tracey.  Or thank me for caning you. 
That means we'll have to start again - that first one was just a practice
stroke and doesn't count.'

   Tracey felt tears begin to fill her eyes but she knew her situation was
hopeless.

   'I'm very sorry, ma'am,' she answered weakly.  'I'll do better in
future.'

   'You'd better, cunt,' Emily said cruelly.

   This time when the first (actually second stroke) landed Tracey was more
prepared - if not for the pain at least for the reaction she knew was
expected of her.

   'Ouch!  One.  Thank you, ma'am,' she said.

   Stroke followed stroke and by the time Emily had delivered the
thirteenth slash of the cane on her arse Tracey was sobbing her eyes out
and howling in pain.  The appreciative audience of kids laughed and cheered
and insulted the helpless adult woman as she was bent over the chair, her
backside stinging from the painful blows.

   'Fourteen.  Thank you, ma'am,' Tracey somehow managed to force out. 
'Fifteen.  Thank you, ma'am.  Sixteen.  Thank you, ma'am.'

   By now she was in agony and could hardly speak the hateful and
humiliating words.  Her juvenile tormentors only laughed and cheered at her
continuing suffering.

   Tracey took (and somehow managed to count and thank Emily for)
twenty-four hard strokes before the last one finally came down upon her.

   'Twenty-five.  Thank you, ma'am,' a sobbing and almost incoherent Tracey
managed to say.

   'I think that's enough for now,' Emily said.  'My arm is getting tired
from swotting that fat arse of yours.  OK, I'll take off your cuffs and
shackles for the moment and you can sit down.'

   'Thank you, ma'am,' a grateful Tracey answered.

   As usual she had no idea of the plans her niece had in store for her! 
When she sat down on the chair her already sore arse reacted immediately
and she leapt up.

   'Ouch!' she gasped.

   'Did I give you permission to get up, Tracey?' Emily asked her sternly.

   'No, ma'am,' Tracey answered quietly.

   'Then fucking sit down again, you stupid fucking cunt!'

   'But ma'am...'

   'What, bimbo?  Are you complaining about the fact there are loads of
drawing pins on the chair?  So fucking what!  Remember - this is MY fucking
party and YOU'RE just here to provide the entertainment - you ARE the
entertainment, in fact.  So just sit down and let all those lovely pins
sink nicely into that fat arse of yours, you stupid cunt!'

   'Yes, ma'am,' Tracey said, her voice trembling.

   She forced herself to sit back down in the chair while the kids laughed
and jeered at her.  The pins of course dug deeply into her arse and Emily
made sure her ordeal was worse by sitting on top of her aunt and adding to
her discomfort.  As she bounced up and down happily Tracey squealed in pain
while the other kids fell about laughing.

   'She really is a total fucking moron!' Emily said.  'Isn't that right,
Tracey?'

   'Yes, ma'am, I really am a total fucking moron, ma'am,' Tracey answered
miserably.

   'And wasn't it kind of me to let you sit down after I'd caned your fat
arse?'

   'Yes, ma'am, it was very kind of you, ma'am.'

   'And was it lovely and cumfy for you having all those nice drawing pins
stuck right up that fat arse of yours?'

   Tracey swallowed hard but forced herself to answer.

   'Yes, thank you, ma'am.  It was lovely and cumfy having all those nice
drawing pins stuck right up my fat arse, ma'am.'

   All the kids laughed out loud at Tracey's humiliation.

   'So glad you enjoyed yourself, cunt!' Emily giggled.  'You can get up
now, bimbo.'

   'Thank you, ma'am,' Tracey answered.

   Her abused arse felt on fire but she didn't dare to try to remove the
pins that by now were firmly embedded in it or even to rub it to try and
ease the pain a little.



   Part Fourteen:

   'Right,' said Emily.  'I think the gentlemen may have been feeling
slightly left out so we'll put that right.  Tracey, stand up and spread
your legs wide apart.  I'm sure you want the gentlemen to get a good look
at that dirty cunt of yours, don't you, slut?'

   Tracey blinked in horror and embarrassment but she could do nothing.

   'Yes, ma'am, I do want that.'

   Emily twisted the knife cruelly.

   'So tell us all what you want, bimbo.  Loud and clear.'

   Tracey fought back tears as she forced herself to say yet more
humiliating words.

   'Please, ma'am, I'd like to let the gentlemen get a good look at my
dirty cunt, ma'am.'

   Emily smiled and the other kids laughed when Tracey said that.

   'Well, spread your legs wide apart like the fucking whore you are,
Tracey.'

   Tracey, still tethering on the edge of tears, forced herself to do as
she was told.

   'Good,' said Emily.  'Right, hands behind your back, retard.  I'm going
to handcuff you again.'

   Tracey meekly put her hands behind her back while her niece handcuffed
her wrists.  She then had to submit to having shackles fastened to her
ankles.

   'What do you say, twatface?' Emily prompted.

   'Thank you, ma'am,' Tracey answered, her voice trembling in shame and
fear.

   'Now I'm sure the gentlemen would like to feel you up, Tracey.  And I'm
equally sure you want them to feel you up.  Isn't that right, whore?'

   Tracey's tears trickled slowly out of her eyes as she forced herself to
answer.

   'Yes, please, ma'am.'

   'Would you fucking love the gentlemen to feel you up, slut?'

   'Yes, please, ma'am.  I'd fucking love the gentlemen to feel me up.'

   'In that case I give you permission to take the pins out of that fat
arse of yours.  We don't want the gentlemen to risk hurting themselves on
them, do we?'

   'No, ma'am.  Thank you, ma'am.'

   Well, at least the pins were finally out.  Then a forest of male hands,
even including those of her nephews, soon roamed all over her.  They
groped, grabbed, fondled, squeezed, sucked, licked and even bit her large
tits; they groped and squeezed her arse (as well as giving it quite a few
hard swots); and their fingers explored her cunt in a totally invasive
fashion.  The boys loved it and the girls enjoyed watching Tracey's
humiliation.  Everyone laughed aloud at her enforced degradation.

   'Well, Tracey, don't you have something to say?' Emily asked cruelly
when the boys had finally finished.

   Sobbing, Tracey forced herself to say the hateful words of
self-abnegation.

   'Yes, ma'am.  Thank you, gentlemen, for feeling me up.  I fucking loved
every second of it!'

   Everyone laughed at that, Emily loudest of all.

   'Of course you did, you fucking whore!  Now let's see how good you are
at cocksucking.  I'm sure a total slut like you would like nothing better
than to suck every one of the gentlemen's pricks, wouldn't you, bimbo?'

   Tracey gasped in horror and for the first time in ages a little spirit
seemed to return to her.

   'Please, please, don't make me do this.  Please, have mercy on me.  This
isn't right!'

   Emily laughed.

   'We decide what's right, twatface.  You don't get a say in things any
more.  Now you can either volunter to suck every one of the gentlemen's
pricks or I'll whip your tits and cunt.  Or maybe give you some electric
shocks.  So what do you say, fuckpig?'

   Tracey stared at her niece in abject terror.  She was now confronted
with a choice of evils - to be orally raped or to be whipped and/or
electrically tortured.  And she already knew how much the cane had hurt her
- and that was on the relatively resilient flesh of her arse.  The idea of
having her tits and cunt whipped was horrific.

   'Sorry, ma'am,' she forced herself to say.  'I apologise for being rude
and disrespectful towards you and the gentlemen.  I would fucking love to
suck every one of the gentlemen's pricks, ma'am.'

   'Good,' Emily smiled.  'Oh, and by the way, don't even THINK about
spitting out that delicious spunk that's going down your stupid fucking
gob. It's rude to do that and I expect you to swallow every single drop. 
And to clean up the gentlemen's cocks when they've finished using you.'

   Tracey gasped in shock and horror but resistance was unthinkable.

   'Yes, ma'am,' she said meekly.  'I wouldn't dream of being so rude to
the gentlemen.  Thank you, ma'am.'

   Then she was made to kneel down on the floor as, one by one, the boys,
cruelly using her back as a foot-rest, produced their cocks for her to
suck. Tracey's eyes filled with tears as she forced herself to undergo yet
more public humiliation.

   The boys were not at all gentle with her, pulling her hair or ears and
forcing her face against their cocks brutally.  She felt utterly violated
and the loud giggles from the girls and cheers and laughter from the boys
added to her humiliation.

   Her mouth was filled with the taste of spunk and somehow she forced
herself to swallow every drop and then clean up the boys' cocks after
they'd finished shooting their load.  Even her own nephews joined in the
'fun' and Tracey felt unclean in every sense of the word - mentally and
emotionally as well as physically.

   When they'd finished at last, to the accompaniment of loud cheers,
giggles and laughter, they told Tracey to stand up.

   'Well, bimbo, have you anything you'd like to say to the gentlemen?'
Emily asked her cruelly.

   'Yes, ma'am,' a sobbing Tracey almost mumbled.  'Thank you, gentlemen,
for allowing me the enormous honour of being allowed to suck your pricks
and swallow your spunk.'

   'What a total fucking slut!' Emily laughed.  'That's what you are,
Tracey, isn't it - a slut, a whore, a cunt?'

   'Yes, ma'am,' Tracey answered through her tears.  'I'm just a slut, a
whore, a cunt and that's all I am, ma'am.'

   'Good to hear you being honest about yourself for a change!' Emily
grinned.  'Well, let's see.  I've done some digging since we heard your
confession and you'll be pleased to hear that I've managed to track down
the first boy who kissed you.  I've told him where you are and the state
you're in and asked him if he'd like to do more than just kiss you.  So I
told him that you were a depraved fucking slut just gagging for it and
asked if he'd be interested in fucking you in front of us all.  And I'm
pleased to say he agreed.  Isn't that kind of me, retard?  The boy who
first kissed you is going to fuck you and we'll all get to see it!'

   Tracey stared at Emily in horror.

   'Ma'am?' she asked desperately.  'Is that really what you want me to
do?'

   Emily laughed.

   'Well, bimbo, the way it is round here is that you, as a total slut,
can't get enough of a man's cock up inside you.  You want it, Tracey, don't
you?  You want him to fuck you and for all of us to watch, don't you,
cuntface?'

   Tracey's tears tumbled out again as she realised what she was about to
be made to do next.

   'Yes, ma'am, I want him to fuck me and for all of you to watch me,
ma'am,' she answered forlornly.
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