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CHAPTER NINE Mom was sitting at the kitchen table when we walked into the kitchen. Randy was standing right beside her, opening a can of coke. When I walked in, they both looked at me. I could see them scanning my body with their eyes, top to bottom to top again, and smiling. And Randy said, "I like your outfit! You look great!" I responded with, "Shut up, asshole!" Mom gasped in shock. I regretted responding so harshly. Even though his comment made me extremely uncomfortable, I could tell he meant it sincerely, and he was hurt by my curse. "Sorry," I said, looking down. "I didn't mean to say that. I'm just... uncomfortable and self-conscious." Mom nodded, and Randy quietly said he accepted my apology. I wiped a tear from my face. I was really feeling the change, and super worried about what might be instore for me vis-? -vis Tom's house, worried about the way Roger was treating me upstairs, and now this 'compliment' -- I was starting to feel very overwhelmed and nervous, and I guess I showed it. "You should have a kumquat," Mom said. "Roger, get her a kumquat - just one. They're in the fridge. I bought some at the health food store just for you." I was really curious why she'd go out especially to buy me kumquats, since I liked all fruits quite equally. I knew that where we lived, kumquats were probably rather expensive; I didn't think they were in season. But when Roger took the one, single kumquat out of the fridge and started bringing it towards me, I suddenly felt almost completely overwhelmed by its odour. I could feel my heart pounding really hard. I WANTED that kumquat, I NEEDED it! Realizing this was effecting me in a strange way, I laughed and said, "I didn't know I liked those so much, but I found its smell really irresistable!" And I walked towards Roger with an outstretched arm. "I know," Mom said. "But be careful, take it easy." I had no idea what she was talking about. I reached out my hand to take the kumquat from Roger, but as soon as my finger made contact with it, my hand went flying away from it really quickly, as if propelled by a very powerful magnet. It was lucky that nobody was standing behind me - I could have really hurt them. As it was, my hand flew into a wall, and, though luckily I can't get hurt, I did make a tiny dent in the wall! "What happened?" I asked, moving close to Roger once more, to try to take the kumquat from him again. "Hold on, step away from the wall, and the counter, and everything else this time." "I don't understand!" I said, confused. Slowly, I brought my hand towards the kumquat. But again, as before, the moment my finger actually made contact with it, my hand went flying away at super speed, as if fired from a canon or something like that. And yet, the smell was becoming even more and more alluring to me. I NEEDED to eat that kumquat. Roger laughed. "You can't touch it. Isn't it cool? You REALLY want it, right? You feel you absolutely MUST eat it, right? And yet, anytime you try to touch it, with any part of your body, you're gonna have the exact same reaction. And, I might add, even if you touch it with another object in between, like with a fork, or wearing a glove. The only way you're going to be able to eat one of these is if someone else puts it directly into your throat." "Huh?" I asked, confused. "How do you know this?" "He didn't tell you about this one, did he?" Roger laughed. "Here's something about your new body that WE know before you! The prophet told me about the kumquats yesterday on the phone. He told me that they don't effect all the 'creatures' like this, just some, but that if we saw this reaction from you, we'd know that it did. If you didn't have this reaction, then it would be just like any other normal fruit for you." The smell was becoming more and more unbearable. I just HAD to have it, I could hardly listen to what they were saying. "Okay," I said. "Please, then, please put it in my mouth." "You want it really bad, don't you?" Roger said, still laughing. "Well, earn it. Come kneel before me and beg me to feed it to you." I knew he was purposely causing me humiliation but I couldn't care, I just had to have it. I knelt before him and clasped my hands and begged, like he wanted me to. He laughed, teasing me, holding the kumquat a foot above my open-mouthed face but not yet putting it in my throat. I heard Mom and Randy laughing behind me. Then Mom said, "Hey Roger, why don't you let Randy give it to her. Let her beg Randy for it. After all, she was really rude to him just now." Roger thought that sounded fair, and, after putting a hand on the top of my head to hold me in place, tossed the kumquat through the air to Randy. Although I didn't appreciate being held down like that, I knew that he was probably right - had he not held me down, I probably would've jumped and tried to snatch the kumquat while it was still in the air. Now, knowing what it does to me, I know that had I tried to do that, both I and the kumquat would've gone flying in opposite directions. I wouldn't be able to catch it. Now, with the coveted kumquat safely in Randy's hand, Mom said in a somewhat taunting voice, "Jasmine dear, crawl over to Randy like a puppy dog, and beg him for it." I knew they were taking advantage of my neediness. I knew they were purposely teasing me and embarrassing me, and that I'd be upset about it later. But I couldn't think or care about any of that then. I just needed the freakin' kumquat. So I crawled to Randy on my hands and knees, and then rose up onto my knees in front of him, holding the backs of my hands up in the air like a begging puppy dog, looked up at him and said, "Please, Randy, I beg you, give me the kumquat. I'm sorry about what I said to you before, it was wrong of me. Please forgive me. Please let me have the kumquat!" He looked down at me, looking a little sad, I thought. Then he looked around. Mom told him to give it to me. Roger said, "Just be very careful not to touch it to her tongue or the roof of her mouth. You have to push it straight into her throat without it touching anything else. I suggest you hold her chin tightly in your hand. And I can hold her forehead back." They put their hands on my head, immobilizing it like that. "This way, if you do touch her tongue or something, she hopefully won't accidentally bite your finger off." I wanted to say that I wouldn't do THAT! But I couldn't talk, they were holding my head and mouth too tightly. Finally, Randy inserted the kumquat into my throat, and I gulped it down. They relaxed their grips on me. And then I started feeling really weak for a second. My vision got blurry, and then everything became white for three seconds. I sat down on my heels, feeling a little weak. And yet, despite what was happening to me, I felt really good, and safe, and happy. My vision and strength returned after a few seconds. But I remained sitting there on my heels. I sighed, feeling really happy and showing a really wide smile. "How do you feel?" Mom asked. "Really good, really good," I said. The three of them laughed at me. Inside, I knew that normally I'd be upset at such a reaction. But at the moment I didn't really care. I just laughed too, and continued smiling. The three of them just stood there, staring at me, for quite a while. I just looked back at them, continuing to smile. Then, finally, I realized that there was something very strange and different about my behaviour. "Did you put something in that kumquat?" I asked. "Why do I feel so weird like this?" "There was nothing special in the kumquat," Roger explained. "It's just a regular kumquat. But for things like you, kumquats work as a kind of drug. you're high right now. And from the looks of it, enjoying being this way." I wanted to get angry, but I could only laugh. "You knew this would happen to me?" I asked. "Yeah, the prophet told me about it." I laughed again. "So you drugged me, without my knowledge or consent." "I guess so, technically at least," Roger said. Mom said, "You were so upset with Randy and nervous. That man, the prophet as you call him, told us that if we ever need to get you to calm down quickly, we should give you a kumquat like we did. So when you seemed so upset and it looked like it was going to ruin your evening, and everyone else's as well, I thought that we'd do you a favour and help you calm down. Anyway, you needed to learn about the effects that kumquats have on you. And don't worry, you're not in any danger, we're going to protect you. We won't let you do anything you'll regret later." "But... what else did he tell you about it? Did he tell you about any other foods that have strange effects on me?" "How about you go sit on Randy's lap and give him a nice hug and kiss first, and then we'll tell you," Mom suggested. Even though I was high, and very happy, and not feeling upset about what they'd done to me - even though I kind of wanted to be upset - I could still remember that I wouldn't want to be sitting on Randy's lap, or kissing and hugging him like that. "I'd rather not," I said. "But please tell me what you learnt about me." "First do as you're told, Jasmine," Mom said. I blinked. I was not getting upset, though I felt like I should be. But I said, "Sorry, but I'm not going to do that. I'm a free person." I saw Mom and Roger exchanging glances. Then Roger said, "Randy, pick her up and put her on your lap." Randy said, "I don't think I should do that to her if she doesn't want it." "It's OK," Roger said. "Do it. She won't mind. She'll understand, even when she isn't high anymore, that we needed to do stuff like this to her so that she'd know what effects the kumquat has on her. She has to be aware of it." Randy looked down at me. I was still kneeling in front of his chair. "Sorry about this," he whispered. And then he grasped my neck in his hand and pulled upwards while issuing the command, "Stand!" Reluctantly, I rose to my feet. Still gripping my neck with his hand, he said, "Apologize to Mom for disobeying her." With his hand squeezing my neck like that, I felt compelled to obey. "Sorry, Mom, for disobeying you," I said. "Ask Randy to teach you a lesson, so that you don't repeat your mistake," Mom said. The grip on my neck tightened a bit. It didn't hurt, it wasn't uncomfortable, but it made me feel very controlled and unable to disobey at all. So I said, "Randy, would you teach me a lesson so that I don't repeat my mistake?" "What punishment would you like?" Mom asked again. "I don't know," I said, very truthfully. "I think you want a spanking," Mom said. "Let's say nine times, since you're nine years old. Or do you think you're ten now?" I blinked. I wasn't really sure how to answer that. I was still rather high, and still being gripped at the neck. "Use 'please' this time," Mom said. "Ask Randy to give you a spanking to teach you a lesson. Ask him to spank you nine times, because you're nine years old, and one extra for next year." Funny, I felt slight comfort in the fact that she called me 'nine' and not 'eight' as Roger had before! The grip on my neck tightened even more. And I heard myself saying, "Please, Randy, please give me a spanking, to teach me a lesson. Please, do it ten times." While still holding my neck, Randy put his other hand on my hip and pulled me towards him. Then he bent my small, thin body over his big, chubby knees. As he was putting me in the exact position that he wanted, I couldn't help remembering how, not too long ago, I was much bigger than him - perhaps not in width, but in height by a lot. And now I was maybe half of his height! He manuevered me around as if I was a doll. With me placed over his knees, he let go of my neck and held me instead at the top of my back. Then, as an afterthought, he gathered both my wrists and grasped them together with his left hand, pinning them to the very top of my back. And then, holding my hands there so that I couldn't move at all, he slid my shirt up, uncovering a good portion of my back, and of course making my spandex-covered butt completely visible. I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over - it was all I could do. But I was to be humiliated slightly even more. I could tell, based on his changing scent, that Randy was enjoying controlling me more and more. It made me feel a little sad, but I also knew, deep down, that he couldn't help this. Randy said, "Oh, little Jasmine, you have such a cute little- girl's butt! I can see it now in such great detail!" I didn't respond. I just waited for the spanking to begin so that it could end. But Mom said, "Jasmine, when you get a compliment you need to say 'thank you'. Thank your big brother for what he said, and thank him for noticing." I didn't have my neck squeezed. I didn't feel 'compelled' to obey they way I had before, though I was being held in an extremely helpless, vulnerable position and I really did want to get this over-with already. So I said, "Thank you for the compliment, and thank you for noticing." "For noticing what?" Mom asked. "Thank you for noticing that I have a cute butt," I said. "I think he said 'A cute little-girl's butt,'" Mom said. I sighed. "Thank you for noticing that I have a cute little girl's butt." "Oh, believe me, it's my pleasure," Randy said with a laugh. For a moment I decided to struggle a bit in his grip, just to re- emphasize to myself how helpless I was. Of course, this proved to be the case. But Mom saw that and said, "Randy, let go of little Jasmine's wrists. She WANTS you to spank her, she's not going to try to get away, right? Jasmine, when he lets go of your wrists you're going to dangle your arms at your shoulders, letting them hang straight down to the floor, and you're not going to move or get up until Randy tells you that you may. And each time that he spanks you, you're going to thank him. In fact, you're going to say, 'Thank you, Randy my big brother, for spanking me X times on my cute little girl's butt; please spank my cute little girl's butt another Y times so that I learn my lesson.' And when he's all done, of course you'll thank him for the spanking, and you'll ask him, politely, to give your butt a nice soothing rub to make it feel better. And when he tells you that you're all finish you'll sit up on his lap, put your arms around his neck, and give him a nice hug and kiss and thank him for what he did once more. Understand?" "Yes, Mom," I said. Then, Roger said, "Now that you're nine years old, little Jasmine, I think you should be calling your mother 'Mommy', not just 'Mom', don't you think?" I sighed, wondering how I was going to feel about all this once the kumquat wore off. "Okay. Yes, Mommy." Randy let go of my wrists. I wanted to pull my shirt to cover my butt before moving my arms down to the floor like I was told, but I knew that would be pointless and would probably get me even more punishment. So I just dangled my arms in position right away. Remembering that I was supposed to request each spanking, and wanting to get it over-with already, I said, "Please, Randy, my big brother, please begin my punishment and give me ten spankings on my cute little girl's butt to teach me a lesson." Mom, Roger and Randy all laughed at me. I was still high from the kumquat, so I just laughed, too. And something told me that they would do something to further drag out my humiliation, and since I was in such a good mood from the kumquat, I hoped that this would happen. I realized, at that point, that I was actually having fun being treated this way - no doubt because of the kumquat. And what I hoped for came true. Randy had already said "Here we go," and I knew that his hand was eagerly waiting to come in contact with my butt, when Roger said, "Hold on, perhaps you should make sure that little Jasmine still remembers what she's being punished for. Maybe she's already forgotten - she IS a silly little girl, after all! And if she's forgotten what she's being punished for, her punishment isn't going to teach her any lesson!" "Good point," Randy said. "Little girl, do you remember what you're being punished for?" Honestly, at that split second when the question was put to me, I DID forget. But only for a second. I remembered rather quickly. But, feeling a little mischievous, in good spirits, and just wanting to play their game, I said, "I don't remember." "You don't remember???" Mom asked, sounding shocked. "How could you forget so soon?" I guessed what they wanted to hear me say, and said, "Because I'm just a silly little girl!" They all laughed. "Yes, you are," Mom said. "You sure are." "Then let me remind you," Randy said. "Stand up and face me." I was surprised by this instruction. I stood up, standing right in front of him, facing him, as per his instructions. He grasped me by the backs of my thighs and brought me a little closer to him, and then said "Clasp your hands together behind your back, nice and submissively." I did as told, and he said "Good little girl." With both hands he reached out and brushed some hair out of my face, and then stroked my cheeks, chin neck and shoulders, and then slowly brought his hands down my sides, on top of my T-shirt, from my armpits down to my waist. He put his hand flat against my tummy, on top of my shirt, and felt around for a second - I guess to locate my belly-button. Then he gave the spandex coverings of my thighs slow, deliberate rubs with both of his hands - first on the front, then on their back, then the outer sides, and then the insides - coming very close, but not making any contact with my crotch or butt. All the while, I just stood there motionless, allowing this. Then he said, "Now, little girl, give me your hands," and held out his open hands. I put my hands in his, and he closed his hands around mine. "You see," he said. "You walked into the room looking just as you do now - looking like a really cute little girl, with that skintight shirt, nicely low cut to show off the top of your back to us, and those adorable spandex shorts on your legs. Really adorable, cute, and feminine, just like a little girl should be. So I gave you a compliment - I told you the truth, that I like your outfit and that you look cute. And you responded very rudely, using words that little girls like yourself should NEVER be using! It seems that you couldn't admit that you are, in fact, nothing but a cute, little girl. A cute, nine-year-old kid girl. Being such a silly little girl that you are, you still thought you were an adult man. But look at you! How silly would it be to think that you're a man when you look like this - and behave like this. Am I right? Isn't that silly?" "Yes," I said, feeling the humiliation once more. "Completely silly." "I was just being nice to you by giving you a compliment, and when someone gives you a compliment you're supposed to be grateful and thank them. But you responded very rudely and hurtful, and said words that you're not allowed to EVER say. That's why you need to be punished, so that you learn never to do that again. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said. "How do I think you look?" he asked me. "Like a cute, little girl." "Like a REALLY cute, little girl," he added. "Is it bad for me to think that? Is it mean for me to say that?" "No," I said. "Why not?" he asked. "Because it's true. I AM a really cute, little girl." "And you want to be taught to be a GOOD little girl, right?" For a split second I felt insulted and started to have a problem with this whole line of questioning, and then I remembered that we were all 'in character', and I would stay that way. So I said, "Yes please, I want to be taught." "So you agree that you need to be punished?" "Yes," I said. "You want to be punished, so that you'll learn to be a good little girl?" "Yes, I want to be punished," I said. "What kind of punishment do you want, or think you should get?" he asked. "A spanking," I said. "Ten spanks." "Why ten spanks?" "Because Mommy said so. Because I'm nine years old, so one for each year plus one extra." "And where am I going to spank you?" he asked. "On my butt," I said. "What kind of butt do you have? Remember what you're supposed to say?" "On my cute little girl's butt." He let go of my hands, and I thought he'd put me back over his knees and commence the spanking, but he said, "Turn around, so that your back is facing me." Surprised, I did as told. "Now lift your shirt up in the back so that I can get a good look at your cute little girl's butt." I knew I wasn't being compelled. I knew I could not do this if I wanted to, though I also knew that it probably wouldn't help me at all. And I still did, in some way or another, want to continue playing the game. So, despite the endless humiliation and regret I knew I'd feel once the kumquat wore off, I lifted my shirt all the way to the top of the waistband of my shorts. I could hear him gulp. "That's very, very cute," he said. "Thank you," I said, remembering (somehow) that I was supposed to thank him for compliments. "So you want me to spank that cute little girl's butt of yours?" "Yes please," I said. "Even though you understand that means that I, your big brother, will be touching your butt. Many times." "Yes, I know," I said. "Do you want me to pull your shorts and panties down and spank your bare butt?" he asked. THIS was not part of the deal, and thankfully I was not being compelled and was still able to draw a line. This didn't mean that, because of the kumquat, I didn't giggle before responding, though. I giggled, and said, "No, please, please just spank me on top of my shorts. That will be punishment enough. I really don't want you touching or seeing my bare butt." He, Mom and Roger all laughed. Mom said, "If we gave you another kumquat or two, we could easily get you to ask to be stripped totally naked, and you'd enjoy it." "And probably not even remember it happened afterwards," Roger added. "I could make her say it just by squeezing her neck. Though she'd still have lots of regret. But don't worry, little Jasmine, I was just testing you. Your spanking is going to be on top of your cute spandex shorts. Anyway, they don't really leave much to the imagination, do they?" I wasn't sure if he expected me to answer that. I didn't. Instead, I said, "May I let go of my shirt now?" "Not just yet," Randy said. "I'm still enjoying looking at your butt and haven't finished talking about it yet. But thanks for asking. "I just have another couple of questions. You understand that I'll be touching your cute little butt while giving you the spanking, and you already said that you're OK with that. But I just wanted to tell you, first of all, that my spanking might hurt you - in fact, that's part of the goal, so that you learn your lesson. But you have to know that, while it's only going to hurt you and not me, it's not like I get enjoyment from causing you pain. I just want to help you become the best good little girl that you can become. I want to help you. Do you appreciate that?" "Yes, Randy my dear brother, thank you for wanting to help me like that." "You're welcome. But there's just one more thing... like I said, the spankings are going to hurt you. But I've got to be honest and tell you that I, on the other hand, am going to get lots of enjoyment from touching such a cute little butt in the process. You understand that, right? Because, unlike you, *I*'m a boy, and boys get lots of enjoyment from touching butts like yours. Do you understand? I don't want you to feel tricked or deceived. It's unavoidable. Even if I were to hit you with a ruler or a paddle, I'd still enjoy doing it. All the more so now, when I'll be using my hand and feeling the shape of your cute butt each time. I just want to make sure that you understand that." "I understand," I said, quite shocked at his level of honesty. I mean, it's not like any of this came as a surprise, but it was shocking to hear him admit it. "And you don't mind that I'll be enjoying it? You give me permission?" "Yes," I said. "I give you permission." "Actually, I don't really think that I NEED permission, since you're being punished, right? And since you deserve this. So take back what you just said, and, instead, tell me that you don't mind that I'll be touching your butt even though you fully understand that I'll be enjoying it - a lot!" I stated it just that way for him. "Would it be fair to say that you even WANT me to enjoy touching your butt? What I mean is, perhaps if you weren't being punished, you wouldn't be wanting your butt to be touched to begin with, and wouldn't have freely given permission for it to happen. But now that you understand that you need to be spanked, and that there's no choice but for my hand to be touching your cute little butt, would it be fair to say that since I'm going to be touching your butt anyway you hope that I get LOTS of enjoyment from doing so?" I sighed. "I guess so," I said. Knowing he probably wanted me to say so explicitly, I said, "Please, big brother, give me my spanking, and I hope that even though I'll be feeling pain from it, I hope that YOU'll be getting lots and lots of enjoyment from touching my butt." "What a good girl you are," he said. "I think you're already learning your lesson, learning how to behave like a little girl should. Perhaps, to show some good faith and true remorse, before we begin you should go over to both Mom and Roger and see if they would like to have a quick feel of your cute little girl butt? Just a quick feel, since it's about to get felt by me anyway? I know you must want to get this over-with already, but I think it would be a nice thing to do for them if you did this first." I really didn't want to. I could feel the regret, the humiliation, and knew I would be really sorry I did this later, but, as part of the game, I decided to do as he suggested, knowing it would put me in better standing in this 'game'. The kumquat was still helping me not to be effected by the shame and humiliation, and not to feel bad about everything that was happening to me. So first I walked over to Mom. "Mommy, would you like to have a quick feel of my cute little girl's butt?" I asked her. After she was done, I walked over to Roger, addressed him as "Roger, my dear big brother" and asked him the same thing. Both times, after asking, I stood with my back towards them and lifted the back of my shirt. Each of them put both hands on my butt and gave it a good thorough feel-up. Although they didn't press into my crack, they did trace its shape very carefully with their fingers. Finally they were done, and I walked back to Randy. "I guess you're finally ready for your spanking now," he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes," I said. "Please, dear big brother, please give me my spanking and teach me my lesson." "Ok," he said. "Come, put yourself over my knees the way you were before." I wished that he would have positioned me himself, instead of asking me to do it, but I did as told and lay across his knees with my butt over his legs, and my legs and head down on either side of his legs. He said, "Lift your shirt up and expose your butt for me." I wished that he would have done that, too, but did as told, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt up until I could feel that a little strip of skin on my lower back was visible, and my entire spandex-covered butt. I moved my hand back down towards the floor, but he said, "Do me a favour, cute little Jasmine. Could you reach behind you once more and give your shorts a little tug upwards, so that they pull up into your butt crack just a little more, giving me a better view of your butt's exact shape?" I couldn't believe that he was asking me to do this, but said, "Yes, brother dearest, if that's what you want," and reached behind myself and did just that. He grasped my wrist before I pulled my hand away and said, "A little more, please," and then, "And a little more." This last time I gave them a really strong tug, giving myself an extremely tight wedgie. "Excellent. Thank you. You can put your hand back down, now. Oh, that looks absolutely beautiful." He didn't ask for permission. He put his hands, both of them, down on my butt and slowly felt it all over. "So I think you are ready for your spanking to begin. Remember, you need to request it nicely." "Yes, I remember," I said. "Please, big brother, please give me ten spankings on my cute little girl's butt, to teach me my lesson." The hands that were caressing my butt-cheeks lifted off for a moment, and then - WHAM! -- I got my first spanking. It was quite a shock and surprise, I hadn't expected him to do it so hard. And yet, I was somewhat grateful to realize that it didn't hurt. Of course, in my new state I didn't feel pain. "Thank you for giving me one spank on my cute little girl's butt, dear big brother," I said. "Please give me nine more spankings on my cute little girl's butt, to teach me my lesson." He administered the second spank, and I responded as I was supposed to. After the last one, I said, "Thank you so much, Roger, my dear big brother, for giving me those ten spankings on my cute little girl's butt to teach me my lesson. Please, if you don't mind, would you please rub my cute little girl's butt a bit, to soothe the pain?" "Good girl," he said. "You remembered what you're supposed to say." Needless to see, he didn't need any convincing to touch my butt some more. "Does it feel better, now?" Randy asked me. Of course, it didn't hurt at all, but, thinking it might earn me extra 'points' I said, "Please do it just a little more." I couldn't deny that I also enjoyed having my butt felt like that. He asked once more, and I told him that it felt better now. Then he said, "Would it be OK if I felt it just a little more, this time ONLY for my own enjoyment?" "OK," I said. "Please feel my cute little girl's butt a little bit more, for your enjoyment." "Are you just giving me permission to do this? Or do you ACTUALLY want me to do this and enjoy?" Of course I was only giving my permission! But I knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear, so I said, "No, of course not, dear brother. I truly want you to enjoy it. Please go ahead and feel my cute little girl's butt however much you want." "What a good little girl you're becoming!" he said, continuing to feel my butt. Based on his smell and the think poking at my side, I could tell that his enjoyment was getting more and more, and wondered how much it would take before he needed to run out of the room and masturbate - or worse, before he came in his underwear right there! As for me, I truly, truly hoped that all this touching would not result in me having an orgasm right there in front of him, Roger, and my mother! Finally, FINALLY he stopped touching my butt and said, "Good, little girl. Can you remember what you're supposed to do next?" I thought for a second, and remembered. I got off his knees, straightening up and stretching a bit, and pulling the wedgie out of my butt crack. Then I sat down on his lap, put my arms around his neck giving him a tight hug, and kissed him on the cheek. He responded by kissing me on my own cheek and saying, "Good little girl. You're a good, obedient little girl." And then he turned my face towards him, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked. HE would do this in front of everyone? But he held my face in place, and after first planting a very short, quick kiss on me, he leaned back towards me and started giving me a long, drawn out, extremely sensual wet kiss, with tongue and everything. I was shocked that he was doing this, but also shocked that my body simply compelled me to reciprocate! As long as he was kissing me, making lip contact with my lips, I was not able to break free, but kept kissing him back, allowing his tongue into my mouth and using my own tongue to tenderly and passionately kiss him - right there in front of Mom and Roger! I could feel his boner pressing into my thigh, and, though I couldn't break free from the kiss, I tried to readjust where I was sitting so that I wouldn't be touching it. But he grabbed my by the waist and pulled me back onto it, and then, while continuing to make out with me, slipped his hands under my butt and felt it up again. I closed my eyes and tried not to reciprocate - I was compelled to reciprocate, but I didn't do more than my body actually compelled me. This was a good thing - I managed to avoid orgasming myself. He wasn't as lucky. I felt his body tense up, and then felt his boner pulsate, knowing he'd came in his pants. Shocked and embarrassed, he immediately pushed me off his lap and I slid to the floor. I stood up, straightening my clothes, looking at him, and waiting for my next instruction. 'Sorry' I mouthed to him. I noticed that there wasn't, yet, a visible wet spot on his pants, though I could smell his semen very strongly. Once again, I found the aroma very pleasing and part of me wanted to taste it - though not just quite as pleasing as I found Roger's semen's odour. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Looking quite embarrassed, he awkwardly got up, trying to inconspicuously dangle his hands in front of his crotch, and quickly left the room to go change. Roger understood what had happened and laughed. Then Mom did too, and laughed herself. Mom checked her watch. "Roger, maybe you could give her another little sliver of kumquat, just so that she stays a little bit high until we've finished this conversation. It will probably be beneficial to us all." "No," I said, "Please no." I still did not understand the full effects that kumquats had on me but I didn't like being kept drugged like this. "Don't worry," Mom said. "We'll just give you a little bit. It won't effect your memory or judgement ability." Mom reached out a hand, and I put my hand in hers. She grasped my hand and held me tightly as Roger took a kumquat from the fridge. As soon as it was out in the open, I felt myself change. I could smell it, and I knew I just HAD to eat it - even though I knew it would have an effect on me that I didn't desire, I just couldn't resist it. I had to have it. Mom held on to me tightly, though, saying "Stay calm" while Roger cut the kumquat with a knife. He put most of it back in the Tupperware container in the fridge, and brother the little sliver over to me. Mom tilted my head back and held it firmly, and Roger pulled my chin open and held it. Then he pressed the sliver of kumquat against the opening of my throat. I quickly ingested it. And immediately felt myself getting just a little bit higher. Mom pulled me onto her lap and held me lovingly. I hadn't sat on her lap in YEARS! But it felt nice, comfortable, soothing and safe, now. "OK," Roger said. "First let me tell you what I learnt about you from the prophet. First, you may have noticed that when Randy was holding you by the neck, squeezing you at the neck, you had to do whatever you were told. Not because of pain, just because you couldn't resist, right? He told us that you'd be that way. That has nothing to do with the kumquats, it's just the way you are built. If you're held that way, but a person or an animal, on your neck, and given a command, you will obey it no matter what. That's something that you'll want to be careful about. "If we put a collar on you and fasten it a bit too tightly, it might have part of that effect on you as well, though it will never be as complete as it will be from human or animal contact. If it's done by a human or animal, no matter what, you won't disobey. "Secondly, regarding the kumquats - as you saw, once you smell it, you can't resist it, you have to have it even though you know what it's going to do to you and intellectually you don't want that to happen. And so it's a good thing that, built into your system you have that thing that you can't touch it yourself, but it has to be administered by someone else. That's a very important feature, because, otherwise, if you saw a basket of kumquats you'd just eat them all instantaneously, and that's something that you definitely don't want to do. "As I'm sure you saw, having the one kumquat made you feel kinda good inside and kinda high. You're still aware of what's going on, and you're still able to make decisions freely, but you don't feel sad or worried or scared, and don't feel guilty about things happening to you. If you were to be raped, for instance, after eating one kumquat, you would try to resist, and, if asked, you'd definitely say you didn't want to do it. And you'd remember it happening afterwards, and you'd feel bad about it and want revenge. But while it was being done, while you were under the influence of the single kumquat, even though you wouldn't want it, you also wouldn't suffer from it and wouldn't be sad or scared, you'd probably just laugh it off. "If you are given a second kumquat, then your sense of right and wrong, what you want and what you don't, will be effected, and with very little convincing you will do absolutely anything, even things that you would never do otherwise. Like, I could tell you to take off your clothes, have sex with me right here in front of Mom, and enjoy it - and you would." "Roger! I don't like you talking like that about her! She's your sister!" "Sorry, Mom," he said. "I don't mean it that way. I'm just using it as an extreme example, to illustrate my point. Of course that's not something I'd ever consider doing! "If you were given a third kumquat, then you'd be so drugged that you probably wouldn't remember anything that happened to you. After a fourth, you'd probably be so out of it that, while you wouldn't be asleep, you probably wouldn't be able to follow any orders. You'd be almost like a ragdoll. And after a fifth or more you'd probably more or less be completely asleep. "Right now you've only had one, and because it was probably about to wear off, we gave you another sliver." "That was also to show you that you wouldn't be able to resist it, no matter what," Mom said. "You're totally at others' mercy with this kumquat stuff, so be very careful. It's a big weakness on your part, perhaps even worse than the ginger that you already know about." That DID concern me. A lot. But because I was high, I couldn't worry about it or feel scared or sad knowing about it. I DID know that as soon as the kumquat wore off, I'd probably be quite stressed about this. "Right," Roger said. "But, like I was saying, you've basically only taken one now, which just makes you a little easier to handle because you won't feel sad or worried or scared, and won't regret things happening to you, or feel angry. I think Mom was right to give it to you now, though. You were so tense and worried, both because I'd let you sleep longer, but also because of Randy's accidental slip. The prophet said we could use it in small amounts to help you when you're feeling very upset, or, in his words, to make you easier to manage. But he strongly suggested that we not use it too much on you. "Some of what we did to you was just to show you what the kumquat did. You need to know. Certainly you know that a lot of that stuff we did to you would normally upset you, and you'll most probably be somewhat upset and angry about it once the kumquat wears off. But I hope you understand, and remember, that it was important that we do something like that to you so that you become fully aware of what the kumquat does. Otherwise, you won't know to be careful enough about them. "Any questions?" "What else did the prophet say? Did he tell you anything else about me?" "No. He did ask what you'd told me, and he told me that you were still hiding some things, and urged me to urge you to tell me the rest. But this was something that he said he hadn't told you about, yet, and wanted me to be the one to tell you. He also suggested that I tell Mom and Randy before telling you, so that's why I did that." I sighed. I REALLY didn't like so much of this! But, at the same time, I was too high to worry about it too much. And, truth be told, part of me was quite grateful for the kumquat so that I wouldn't feel too stressed about it. Mom stroked my hair a bit. "The teasing we were doing, insisting on calling you a little girl and so on - that's going to stop, don't worry. It was just part of us showing you the effects of the kumquat - trying to push your buttons, to push your limits. But don't worry. If you still want to be called 'Ralph', then your wishes are going to be respected. Don't worry about that." I did feel quite relieved to hear that. "I do want to discuss the business of our upcoming trip to my brother Tom's place, though. And I think it's better for you, and for us as well, that we discuss it while you're still effected by the kumquat. But don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to make any decisions now, you can wait for that until the kumquat wears off. I'll just tell you about it now, and you can give it some thought and decide for sure tomorrow. "Well, you know that my brothers and their families know about Jasmine. Of course, they assume that Ralph is dead. I don't think there's any good way to tell them that you're still Ralph, and I think trying to do so would be a bad idea, and probably not at all beneficial to you. "We're gonna have to be there for a few days, probably three or four. And I know that's gonna be really hard for you, but I don't see how we have a choice. They're all going to treat you like a little girl, and not understand at all if you get upset with them for that - so, I'm hoping that you'll be able to act the part and just live with it for the few days we're there. Like I said, I don't see what choice we have. "Both I, and Roger and Randy will all be on the lookout for you and we'll make sure nobody does anything really bad to you. If anyone treats you badly, just come to us and we'll come to your defence. You can count on us. And, you can behave, and dress however you want while you're there. Just because the other girls are braiding their hair and painting their nails and playing with dolls or whatever, that doesn't mean that you're expected to do that. And if the other grown-ups try to pressure you into it, or make fun of you for not wanting to, we'll defend you. Even though you're a girl, there's nothing wrong with being a 'tomboy', right? "There's just one thing. There's the engagement party. For that, for that one night, I really want you to wear a dress. I know that's a big thing to ask of you, but really, if you think about it, not doing so would stick out more, and be more noticeable to the rest of the people, than if you did. I know it's gonna be really hard on you and I, Roger and Randy will really respect you for doing it and going through with it. And don't worry, we all promise that we won't think of you any different after having seen you in a dress." "And anyway, whatever dress you get is probably gonna cover more of you than you have covering you now," Randy said. He just rejoined us, wearing different pants. I silently laughed at him having to had changed his pants. I listened to all this and didn't like it. I couldn't feel upset, because I was still high, but I still knew that I didn't like it, and I knew that I'd probably feel upset about it once I came down from my 'high'. I said, "I don't think I need to agree to this." "Like I said," Mom said, stroking my hair and shoulders soothingly, "I don't expect to get any agreement from you now. Just hear me out. "Now, like I said, JUST for the actual party, I want you to wear a dress. Not doing so would be rather rude, to them and to me. It would put me in an uncomfortable position, and everyone would look at us both funny. But aside from the party, you can be as butch as you want, and the three of us will defend your right to do so if anyone makes problems for you. You don't have to go swimming in their pool if you're not comfortable being seen in a girl's bathing suit, for instance. You won't be forced to do anything. "And, just because you'll need to wear a dress for the party, that doesn't mean that it has to be a really sexy dress. We'll find you one that you're comfortable with - maybe feminine, but just barely. Like, it doesn't have to be super tight, or super short, or sleeveless, low cut, or see-through or anything like that. And actually I think your age - I mean your body's apparent age - will be an advantage for that. There will be more nice dresses available that provide more coverage. Of course, with more coverage the dress might give off a more juvenile feel - I guess that'll have to be something that you decide for yourself, which is worse. But anyway, we'll let you choose a dress that you're comfortable with, and it's only for that one party. "I know that you're closest with Roger, you've confided in him and you trust him a lot. And Roger has offered to take you dress shopping by himself, to save you any embarrassment or agony from having to model the dresses in front of us. That's up to you. If you'd rather do the shopping with me, I'm happy to do so. Tom's sent me money for this dress, though, so we should buy something that's both really nice looking, but also something you'll be comfortable in." "You know, I appreciate what you're saying and I can understand why it would look bad for me to wear jeans to the party, and everything. But I still don't think I'm ready to wear a dress, not yet. It means too much for me, I'm just not ready." "Ralph, you know, eventually you're gonna have to do it. Sooner or later. I mean, you're gonna live in this body forever, as you are. You're gonna outlive us all. And, like I told you, this party is important for our family, and it's important for me. So I'm asking you to please just do it for me. Again, we all promise that it won't affect our opinions of you in any way. On the contrary, we're all going to respect you a whole lot more for doing something that we know is difficult for you, something you don't want to do." "Tell her her way out, Mom," Roger said. "Just in case. It'll make her feel a lot better." "OK. Yeah, you're right. Listen, Ralph, Roger's talked to me about this and we've decided, well... I want you to pick out a dress, the dress you think you're most likely to be comfortable in. Buy it even if you're not yet certain that you'll actually wear it. And then, up until we actually set out on the road - our, let's say, maybe two days beforehand, you can back out if you really, really get cold feet. If you really can't stand the thought of wearing the dress for the few hours of the party, then you can back out. And then, if that's what you choose, then, we'll leave you here. We won't take you. Only, we don't want you to be alone and lonely the whole time, and we don't think that would be at all safe for you. The prophet told Roger that there's a kennel where you can be left by us if we can't look after you for some time, but I don't think you're gonna want to go there, not yet. So, Roger's idea is like this. We have this trunk." "I'll get it," Roger said. There were a few moments of silence. He left the room, and came back soon after dragging this large trunk that I'd seen in our basement. It smelled of old stuff. It was made of metal, and had a big latch and padlock on it. Roger opened it and showed me that it was empty inside. Mom spoke up again. "If you come with us to Tom's house, then you have to wear the dress that you pick out. I'm sure you'll find something. You'll pick out the best you can find. And you'll have to wear it for that party. If you start to refuse or to act out, then we'll have no choice, we'll have to give you a kumquat and force you to behave. Know that now. But we don't want to, or plan to do that. "If you decide not to come with us because you don't want to wear the dress, then, that's OK, and you'll spend the time locked inside that trunk. We'll lock it up securely with a few strong padlocks, to make sure that nobody can get inside the trunk while you're in it. Of course, you won't be able to get out without us letting you out, but you wouldn't be able to get out anyway - of course you know that once you're shut inside it, you'll be asleep. So you'll sleep the entire time we're gone, and when we get back and let you out, for you it'll be as if no time has passed at all." "But why can't I just stay here alone, but awake, while you're gone?" "Too dangerous," Mom said. "Remember, there are bad people out there who look for creatures like you and kidnap you. And you don't have any security features installed yet. So we can't leave you alone like that. But, if you're locked in that trunk you'll be unconscious, which means you'll be completely silent, so nobody will be able to know that you're in there. We'll put it at the back of the garage or somewhere else out of sight. You'll be perfectly safe. I know that maybe the idea doesn't appeal to you, but really, you know fully well that you won't suffer from it at all, you'll be completely unconscious the whole time, and won't even know that time's passed. And it's not like you'll lose time of your life, because you're immortal. So if you think about it, it REALLY is the best solution for you. "I mean, this still is only the last-resort solution. I still hope that you'll be satisfied with whatever dress you choose, and you'll agree to come with us. I mean, we'll all miss not having you with us. You're really fun to have around. And, I might add, you're much more fun to have around now that you've gone through this transformation; even when you're being completely butch and denying your special abilities and stuff, you're still lots of fun, you say and do fun, unexpected things, and, well, you smell great. So I really hope that you come." "I'll need to think about it more once I'm no longer high." "Of course. Of course. But now you know the whole plan, and can give it some serious thought." "OK," I said. "Well, I don't mind thinking about it." "Thank you," Mom said, and kissed me on the cheek. The room went silent for a minute. Then Randy said, "Can I take little Jasmine back on my lap, now?" Mom shook her head and said, "Randy, you have to stop with that now. I let you tease her... I mean him... I mean Ralph.... I let you say the things you did and do the things you did because we needed to demonstrate the properties of the kumquats. But now that's over, and you have to treat him the way he wants to be treated again. If he wants to be a 'he', that's his choice - when we're home alone, of course. Not at Tom's house. And if 'he' wants to be called 'Ralph', that's 'his' choice. And you have to respect that." Randy seemed disappointed, and said, "Well, all the same, would you like to come back and sit on my lap again?" Truth be told, I kind of considered doing that, but I said no. "I'd rather stay sitting on Mom, I'm comfortable here," I said. Mom rubbed my shoulders. She was obviously pleased that I'd chosen to stay sitting on her lap, and she cuddled me a bit. "Can I ask a favour of you?" she asked me, softly. "It's OK to say 'no'." "What is it?" I asked cautiously, worried that she was going to ask to feel my butt again or something like that. "Well, this will sound silly, but I really liked it when you were calling me 'Mommy' before. Nobody's called me that in a really, really long time. It would make me happy if you called me that again. At least some of the time. And, I think it would help with your image as a nine-year-old when we're visiting Tom's place, so it might be a good idea for you to get used to calling me that now. At least some of the time, if you don't mind." "Tom doesn't think I'm your daughter, he thinks I'm your niece, on Dad's side," I pointed out. "You're right." She was disappointed. And for a few minutes I could tell she was looking for another excuse to get me to call her that. Then she said, "But I told Tom that your parents are both dead, and that we were probably adopting you. And you'll be living with us from now on. So I think it would be OK for you to call me 'Mommy'. In fact, they'd think it was sweet. If they ask, you can say that you called your biological mother 'mamma', so for you this is a new nickname and you like calling me that." "I dunno, Mom," I said. It sounded weird to me. Then I thought, 'What, am I going to call her by her first name when I'm at Tom's? That'll be even weirder to get used to.' I looked at her, and she seemed kind of sad and disappointed, and I didn't like to see that. I wondered how much of the kumquat was still in me causing me to do this, but I said to her, "Well, OK MOMMY, how about I try it for a little while and see if I can get used to it - if it really means that much to you? OK, Mommy? But no promises." She hugged and kissed me, obviously VERY happy I chose to say that. I could hear both Roger and Randy snickering quietly, and thought to myself 'What have I done?' Mom kept cuddling me for quite a while, hugging me, stroking my hair, and at one point she even licked my earlobe. I let her. I could tell that the kumquat was finally worn off. I thought about everything that had happened that evening. I was quite shocked and disappointed by the way they'd treated me, but it was too long after it happened, and I was feeling too nice being cuddled by her like that, that I just couldn't get angry about it, at least not now. Then the phone rang. Roger answered it, but then told Mom that it was for her. She had to take it in the other room, and as such, had to put me off her lap. Instead of just letting me get up, though, she said, "Which one of you boys wants to take her for me?" I was so shocked that she had said this instead of asking me, or waiting for me to get up, that I didn't respond right away. It only took a few seconds, and I was being held in the air by Randy. He was holding me the way one holds children, upright, with my legs wrapped around his middle and his arm beneath my butt for me to sit on. Finally, before she left the room, I said, "Mom, why did you do that?" She looked at me and said "Huh, oh wait, what's my name?" I repeated my question, making the correction, yet wondering why she was forcing me to correct myself when I had only said that I'd try it for a while but with no promises. "Mommy, why did you do that?" "That's better. And sorry, it was just force of habit. Randy, you'll put her down if she asks you to, right?" Mom ran to take her phone call. "Won't you sit on my lap for a little longer?" Randy asked, not mentioning my name. "It was fun before. I promise no funny stuff, just sitting, maybe a little hugging but no more." I sighed. I was enjoying the attention and the physical contact, and didn't really want it to stop. I guessed that they probably would assume that this wasn't the 'real me' anyway, that it was still the kumquat talking. So I said, "Well, OK, but you have to be careful not to put me on your dick this time. And you can't touch my butt, or kiss me or anything like that. Just sitting on you." "Deal," he said. "You won't be on my dick, and I won't touch your butt or your other private parts, and no kissing." I expected him to sit down right away, and put me down on his lap, but he carried me out of the room. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "The living room," he said. "We can watch some TV together, can't we?" I tried to respond, but already couldn't. The hallway was dark. In the living room, he let me wake up, and then offered me half a carrot. He wouldn't let me eat it on my own, though; instead, he insisted on inserting it into my throat while I tipped my head back, while still sitting on him. I couldn't really concentrate on the show he was watching. But I enjoyed the physical attention he was giving me. He was petting me a lot, both on my head and neck, and on my back, and thighs. I didn't challenge him over this, it felt good. I felt... loved? In any event, it was enjoyable and for part of it I even closed my eyes, I was so comfortable. "Are you asleep?" he whispered. "No," I whispered back. "D'you like what I'm doing to you?" he asked, still whispering. "Yeah, I admitted. "Good," he said. And he kept doing it. I was grateful that he remained true to his word, not sitting me on his penis and not touching my butt or other private parts. About an hour later, while I was still sitting on his lap, Mom came into the room. "I have to go to work, night shift," she said. "Ralph, there's one more thing that I want from you. Certainly that kumquat has worn off by now, by the way. In any case, tonight I want you to sleep inside that trunk, as a show of goodwill that you won't make a fuss about it if you choose not to come with us. And also I want to be able to test it out before we leave you inside it, unsupervised, for a long time." "But Mommy," I started to complain. She shook her head. "This is a big thing that we're giving you the option of staying home in that thing. Show your appreciation and go along with this. In any case, it's gotta be less problematic in your eyes than spending the night in your brothers' beds, don't you think?" 'Touch?©', I thought to myself. "So here's how it's going to work," she said. "I'm setting the kitchen timer for one hour. In one hour, you're going to let Randy put you in the trunk and lock you inside. No later than an hour from now. I want Roger to watch while he's doing it, to make sure it's done right, but I want Randy to be the one to actually put you inside and lock it - it's his turn, you've been letting Roger do that sort of thing to you too much. When I get back from work in the morning I'm going to check on it to see that it's properly locked and that you're not making any noises. "Now here's the thing, and I'm warning you about it now so that you have no complaints later. You're going to be left inside the trunk for more than just the night. And I'm not even going to tell you how much, because I don't know. Letting you out will have to do with us missing you a lot and hoping to be able to play with you, or perhaps Roger having spare time to take you dress shopping. It's going to be at least until everyone's home from work and school tomorrow evening, but, honestly, probably more. Maybe a full 24 hours more. Obviously you'll be unconscious and have no say in the matter of when we take you out. So I'm just warning you about this now, I expect you to obey Randy and give him full cooperation when it's time to put you in the trunk." "But Mom, I mean Mommy, please, this is too weird, I don't want to do this." "Sorry, I appreciate that you don't want to, but I'm not giving you a choice here. I need to feel confident that the trunk will work. So I insist on this. Randy has to put you inside the trunk in one hour from now." "But wait, Mom," Randy said. "I was actually hoping that she... er.... he would help me a bit with my math homework. He was always much better than me or Roger at it, and I need help. That could take more than an hour, and we're still in the middle of watching." Mom seemed happy that Randy was planning on doing his homework, so she said, "OK, Randy, I give you permission to keep her up if it's for her to help you with your work. That's up to you, then, Randy. Except that, if you do that, then you have to put her to sleep immediately when you're done. And if you decide not to, then it's still an hour from now. Got it?" Mom left, and I complained to Randy about what she'd asked for. He told me he understood, but that I shouldn't let it bother me since it was late anyway and they'd all be going to sleep anyway, and he'd try to do his best to pressure her to let me out of the trunk as soon as they were home from school the next day. Just before the hour was up, Randy asked me if I would mind helping him with his math work. I didn't mind, especially since it meant I could stay up later. He lifted me in the air once more nad carried me to his bedroom. I sat on his lap once more, and tried to help him. But I couldn't! And I'd always been excellent at math! I couldn't do it anymore, though. I found that even though I could still remember the method, I wasn't able to follow it through, and kept arriving at bad answers. And I just couldn't manage to explain the method to him in a coherent manner. He asked, "Do you think this is another result of your 'transformation' - - that along with the younger body, you've also gotten a younger person's IQ?" "I'm sure I'm just tired," I said. Inside me, though, I worried, because there were a lot of indications that his hypothesis was correct. "Well, I guess I'd better put you to sleep, then. Sorry, I'd rather keep you awake, but you know I have to do this." I sighed. "I really enjoyed having you on my lap and cuddling. I've been very jealous of Roger. Thanks for today." I responded by kissing him on the cheek! Immediately I regretted it. He didn't put me on the floor. Instead, he carried me out of the room and went to find Roger. Then he carried me to the kitchen, where the trunk was. He kept holding me while Roger got the locks ready. He asked if I needed some ginger or kumquat before being put to sleep, but I said I didn't. Roger asked for a hug before I 'went to sleep'. I said 'OK'. Instead of putting me down, though, Randy just handed me straight to Roger, who took me in his arms and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then he handed me back to Randy. Randy, too, gave me a big hug and a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek, laughing after he did and wiping it with his hand. Then, finally, my feet were allowed to touch something - only, he'd put me down right inside the trunk. Without letting go of my he pushed down on my shoulders, causing me to kneel. "Good night, Jasmine," he said. "Or do you still prefer 'Ralph'?" In my mind I said 'Ralph'. But what I actually said was 'Either'! He planted a kiss on my cheek, and then pushed on my shoulders so that I put my head down, and then he pushed my head down a bit more, so that my chest was pressed tightly against my knees. He held me like that for a few moments, rubbing my back. I held my breath in anticipation. He slipped my shirt up a bit, exposing some of my back and rubbing it, and then gave my butt a rub, too. I struggled a bit when he did that, but he put a hand on the back of my neck and held me down hard, and then continued to feel my butt for a few more seconds. And then, finally, quite quickly and without warning, he shut the lid. It was pitch black inside. For a few moments I could hear a bunch of locks clicking. And then quite quickly, I felt consciousness leaving me.