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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR When I regained consciousness, I was disappointed to discover that I was still naked. I discovered that they had bent my knees under my body so that my naked butt was resting on against my heels, my chest was against my thighs, my chin was touching my knees and my face was resting against the table. My ankles, as well as my knees, were close together but not touching - maybe about two inches apart. My arms were spread out to the sides. When my sense of sight came back, I raised my head and looked around. Mom was in the room, but my brothers weren't. "Oh, my baby girl's woken up again!" Mom said happily seeing me look at her. I HOPED that they were finished playing with me, wondered why I hadn't been dressed, but hoped that this was it, and that this game was over. I quickly discovered that was far from the truth. "Your brothers just went upstairs to transfer the photos to their computers to make room for more. You wouldn't believe how many photos we all took. Close to a thousand, I think, between the three of us. Maybe even more." That worried me and excited me at the same time. I decided to do my best to act enthusiastic about what was being done to me, before asking the question I really wanted to know. I figured this would probably get me the best results. So I asked, "Did you have fun with my body while I was unconscious? I mean, all three of you?" "Oh, you bet we did! Everyone had a great time, being able to do ANYTHING to you without any resistance or guilty conscience." Then, just for fun, already knowing the answer, I asked Mom in a whisper, "Mom, do you think you could show me the pictures, or at least some of them, without the boys finding out? Just to ease my worries?" "No, of course not!" she said with a laugh. "Those pictures don't belong to you even more than your own body doesn't belong to you! You have no right to see them, and you'll NEVER see them. Don't even bother trying. As for your worries - we WANT you to worry. It gives us another hand over you." "At least answer me this - did you, any of you, see my..." I needed a second to think of the right word. "... my tulip? Maybe by accident? Or maybe on purpose?" "Maybe, maybe not," Mom said. "You'll never know." "Did you turn me over?" "I'm not answering that question either." "Can I put my nightgown on now?" "No you may not. Sorry. But we're not done yet with you. The boys decided they need you to be awake for some more of the shots that they want to get of you. You woke up just in time. They just needed to make more room on the cameras, they'll be back very soon. "In the meantime, stay exactly as you are. Don't move a millimetre! Would you like a drink of water, maybe? I could bring you your bowl." "Yes please," I said. "Thank-you Mommy." "I can trust you to stay here and not move while I go get it, right?" "Yes, Mommy, I'll be good and I won't move." "Good little baby." As soon as she left, I squeezed my knees and ankles together. Other than that, I stayed perfectly still. As she left the room, Randy returned. "Oh look! Our adorable naked little sister has woken up!" he said. He entered the room from behind me, and as he walked around the table he gave my naked butt a slow, deliberate feel. "It's a shame you can't see it from where you are. Your butt looks SO cute like this, with your legs bent underneath you!" He rubbed some more, and then gave me a light, playful slap on my butt. I said, "I'm glad you're enjoying taking advantage of me like this. But are you sure my tulip isn't visible, even a little, when my legs are bent under me like this? That's not supposed to happen. You're only supposed to be seeing my bum." "Well, let's have a look," Randy said. He went back behind me and had a real close-up look, and touched my butt, running his finger along my crack. "Nope, sorry," he said. "I only see ass. Maybe if you lift your ass high up in the air and arch your back, maybe then we'd see a bit of your pussy. Do it if you want and I'll let you know. But like this we don't see it." "Can you take a picture and show me?" I asked. "I think I have a bunch of pics like this, but I don't mind taking more," he said. And he did so. "However, you know you're not allowed to see any of the pictures." Mom returned with my doggie-dish filled with muddy water. She placed it on the table in front of my head, and said, "Now drink it all." I had to lift my butt off my ankles and lean forward in order to put my mouth into the bowl. I hoped that this didn't allow them a glimpse of the bottom of my 'tulip' as they started snapping more pictures behind me while I drank. Roger came back downstairs and took pictures of me like that with his fancy camera, too. Mom took my dish away from me and said, "Now, each of us has a request for a picture with you in a certain pose. And, of course, you have no choice. You must obey. But we will continue to keep our promise. These photos will not involve you having to show us your tulip. Unless you decide you want to, of course. "Roger, you go first." "I want some pictures of me holding you against my body. We can do it carefully so that your front is always pressed against my body, so that your pussy and nipples can't be seen by anyone." "How?" I asked. "I would have to get off the table. And then you'd see me." "Nonsense," Mom said. "It can be done. Watch. First we need to straighten you out again. Randy, take her ankles. I'll lift her hips a bit, and then you can straighten her legs, keeping her ankles together. Once her legs are straight, we'll put her back down on the table." Mom grasped my hips and lifted my butt upwards, so that my back was straight, and the line from my head to my butt was angled upwards from the table at about 45 degrees. Then Randy pulled my ankles until my legs continued that straight line, up into the air. Roger was taking pictures, but I couldn't see where he was holding his camera. I was pretty sure that my vagina could be easily seen if someone just leaned down below my body, as it was being lifted up from the table like that. Before putting my legs down, suddenly and quickly, Randy pulled my ankles apart by maybe thirty centimetres. And I heard more clicks of Roger's camera. "Hey," I said. "For sure you're looking at my va... my tulip now!" "Nonsense," Roger said as he continued clicking his camera. "We can only see your ass. You don't suspect us of lying to you, do you?" "No, of course not. I'm just worried," I said. "Sorry." "Apology accepted. But lighten up." Randy and Mom lowered me down onto the table, but Randy kept holding my ankles apart. Roger continued what he was saying while continuing to click his camera. "Anyway, it wouldn't be the end of the world if we saw it, anyway. We already know you have one, and we can guess that it's really cute. But you know that we're not sexually attracted to it - you're too young. Especially not after you took that antidote. We just want to see it because it belongs to us, and it's cute and adorable, and a shame to keep hidden. But anyway, we told you we were being careful and we are. So stop worrying." Mom said, "Now, Randy, slide her legs off the edge of the table so that her legs are hanging over the edge, but her tummy is still lying flat on the table." Randy did as Mom asked. My butt got felt some more in this position, and many more pictures were taken. Next, Roger kneeled down on the floor beside my legs. He moved in sideways and lifted my legs, until my legs were hanging over his right shoulder, extending down in front of his chest. Then, with one hand on my ankle and his other against my butt, he slowly pulled me downwards, sliding me against his body, and opening my legs before the reached the ground. It was a pretty smooth manuever, I must admit. The result was that my chest was pressed against his. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was supporting me with a hand underneath my bare butt. His other hand held me on my lower back. Then, a little clumsily, he stood up. Randy used Roger's camera and took lots of pictures of me as Roger held me like that. He walked into the living room and posed with me in front of the window. He sat on the couch still holding me like that. And he walked outside into the backyard while still holding my naked body like that. Then, back in the living room, very slowly and carefully so that my chest wouldn't stop being pressed against his, he rotated my body, lowering my head to one side and raising my legs on the other. He wrapped my body around his waist and instructed me to hold on to him, as if I was his belt. Randy took more pictures of us. And then he rotated me even more until I was completely upside-down. My legs were pressed together extending straight up in the air above his right shoulder. My face was pressed against his hip. More photos were taken. Then he rotated me once more, back to my original position in the standard child-holding-upright pose. "Thanks, Jasmine baby," Roger said. He kissed me on the cheek. "This was great." "Thanks for playing with me," I said in return, and kissed him on the lips, locking mine to his. He held them there for a few seconds and made out with me while rubbing my back and butt. Then he broke off the kiss and laughed, saying it felt so different to him now that I'd taken the antidote - it felt like he was kissing a little baby, and didn't really do anything for him. Inside, I felt really disappointed! "So, Randy, what do you want to do to her?" Mom asked him. "I want some shots of her standing up. Maybe facing the wall or that curtain. I want it to look like she knows everyone's looking at her, and she doesn't care. Or that she can't help it. Like, she's not allowed to wear clothes anymore and just has to go around naked all the time, for our pleasure. I'll make sure it's only her back that we and the camera sees, of course, but I want it to look like we have been seeing it all, I mean between the shots. "I think you can just go stand over there against the wall, and put her down in front of you. Then you can step to the side, and she can slip around you and move closer to the wall, so that the whole time her front part is concealed." Roger did this, standing with his back against the wall and slowly putting me down on the floor in front of him. I pressed my body against his so that he wouldn't be able to look down and see my naked front. I was surprised, and perhaps even disappointed, that when my body rubbed against his crotch his penis did not appear to be at all hard. Could it be that the antidote was really working, and that they were having pure, innocent fun with me like this, not sexual enjoyment? Roger gave me a gentle push on the shoulder. I slid against his body sideways, while he slid the other way, and then I quickly moved up against the wall, hoping that he hadn't seen anything in the meantime. After Roger took a seat on the couch on the opposite wall to watch the 'show', Randy instructed me to take a step away from the wall so that I wouldn't be touching it. He assured me that they would stay behind me at all times, so that all they'd be seeing was my naked butt. However, for his pictures, he wanted me to look as helpless and vulnerable as possible. He started to instruct me how to position my arms, to open my legs a bit, to bend one knee, and so on - the whole time while I was standing about thirty centimetres away from the wall. He had me turn my head towards him. Then he had me put a hand over one of my 'raisins' and twist my waist enough so that if I hadn't been covering the nipple with my hand, it would've been visible. Then he commanded me to slowly slid down to the floor until I was in a side-splits position. The cameras were clicking and clicking, over and over again throughout. Sometimes they would react to a pose with 'wow', and sometimes with a laugh or giggle. Sometimes they'd tell me I look beautiful. And sometimes they'd tell me I looked yummy, delicious, or good enough to eat. Next, I was told to stand up again. I was told to walk sideways until the draw-string and open the window curtain that was concealing the glass sliding door, and then to walk back in front of the window and continue to pose as before. "But there are neighbours who can see into our yard! And the fence isn't very thick. Someone could see me!" I protested. "Exactly," Randy said. Mom decided to help him. "Do as your told, and just hope that nobody walks by while this is happening. If you disobey, you'll have to turn around and we'll start taking pictures of your front, too." So I did as told, somewhat shaking, worried. I couldn't see outside since it was dark out there and light inside. I hoped that nobody was going by. But on a few occasions I could see car headlights going by. I was told to take a step away from the window and continue posing. When I saw the camera's flash reflected n the window, I complained. "It's dark out there. The window is like a mirror. If I step away, you'll be able to see my front. *I* can see my front!" Despite my protest, I didn't dare move closer to the window before receiving permission to do so - and that permission didn't come. "You're still close enough that, from our angle, your body is blocking your reflection. So don't worry. In face, take one more half-step away from the window. Don't worry, we're being careful with you. don't think about it, just do as you're told and let US worry about your modesty." So I did as told. Next, still in that position, I was told to pull my legs apart so that there were at least 50 centimetres between my knees. At first, I tried doing that and was told that it wasn't yet 50 centimetres. Randy told me to stay very still, and approached me from behind with a tape-measure. I continued to worry. Kneeling down beside me, he held the tape against the backs of my knees and told me to open my legs more and more until he finally declared them to be 50 cm. He took a few close ups before moving back to his seat on the couch. After having my picture taken that way, I was told to stay like that but to lead forward towards the window, keeping my upper body as straight as a board, until my face was pressed against the window. I was told to spread my arms up above my head, against the window. And more pictures were taken. And then, after being told to straighten up again, keeping my legs open, I was told to VERY SLOWLY slide down, once more, until I was doing the splits. I was told to put my hands over my 'raisins' and to tip my head and upper back backwards, arching my back, until my face was completely upside-down, looking at them. They moved a little closer to take pictures from above, and then moved back to the couch and stood on top of it. Next, Randy told me to move back to the wall and close the curtain. I did so, being very careful to face away from them the whole time. After the curtain was closed, he assured me that he, Mom and Roger would stay sitting on the couch through this next set, and that I was to walk backwards, slowly, until I was standing, facing away from them, right at the centre of the room. Once I got there, I was instructed to pose in different positions, again and again, including doing a handstand - which I had to get into sideways, by doing a cartwheel of sorts. And I was told to do the splits, and then lean forward so that I was lying against the floor. "A few more poses, and then I'll hand you over to Mom for her turn," Randy said. He told me to go back to the wall and wait for him. Once I was there, he walked up to the floor to ceiling curtain, the one that hung in front of the glass doors, and sat down on the ground with his back against the curtain and his legs out in front of him. He told me to come stand right next to him, and to put my hand on his shoulder. He told me I could be as close to the curtain as I wanted as long as I wasn't touching it, and that I needed to separate my legs just a little bit, like ten centimetres or so. I did. Then he moved away from me a tiny bit, and turned towards me a tiny bit. Roger started taking pictures of the two of us. He put his hand between my thighs and the curtain, touching my thighs. Then he put it in farther a little more so that he was grasping the front of my far thigh with his hand, with his thumb inserted between my legs - thankfully only touching my leg and not my pussy. He moved his hand up a little more until he was extremely close, but he never did touch my pussy. Then he put his other hand flat against my butt-cheek that was close to him. The camera's flash was going off again and again. Then, Randy asked Roger to come close and open the curtain for us. Roger did so, and then backed away and started taking more pictures, some with flash and some without. Roger told me to squeeze his thumb between my legs. Then he pulled his hand out and put it against the far side of my body, and slid it up my side until it was holding me by the waist. Finally he took his hands back to himself. "That's all I'm going to require of you," Randy said, leaning over and kissing my butt-cheek. "Mom can have her turn now, unless you want to do something purely as a gift to me. You can totally decide whether or not you want to do this - if you say 'no' that's perfectly fine, and nobody will hold it against you. Totally up to you. "I'd like you to lie across my lap, as I'm sitting here now, with your butt up in my lap. I imagine it might be a little difficult to do so, so I'll close my eyes, and I'll ask Roger and Mom to do the same, until you've positioned yourself face-down on my lap and tell us to open our eyes. I'd like a few shots of you like that. Is that OK with you? You can totally say 'no' if you don't want to." "Fine, I don't mind. Maybe it can count as 'credit' for me, so that the next time you're supposed to punish me, you'll remember this and forgive me of the punishment?" Mom said, "That's not how it works, sweetie. You have to receive a punishment every time you're bad so that you learn your lesson. You can't save up punishments for the future." "Can we do it anyway?" Randy asked, again. "Fine," I said. "It's not much different from the rest anyway. Can you all close your eyes though until I tell you to open them?" Once they promised me that their eyes were closed, I carefully positioned myself so that I was lying across his legs, face-down, with my naked butt in his lap. I noticed that he wasn't hard, and felt a little bad about it. Knowing that, though, made it a little easier, psychologically, to be doing what I was doing. I told them they could open their eyes. Randy told me that my butt was really, really cute and that I was really lucky to have such a cute butt. I thanked him for the compliment as Mom and Roger moved closer to take more pictures from above, and over angles. Roger even lay down on the floor on his side, positioning his camera right behind and above my ankles, to point his camera along the top of my body. "Can you relax your legs, Jasmine?" Roger asked, still positioned like that. "They look really tense. You don't have to open them, but try to make them look more relaxed. I tried, and at the same time Randy tickled me on my sides. It didn't really tickle, since I'm not ticklish, but I wasn't expecting it and it caught me off guard, and for a split second I think I did move my legs apart just a tiny bit, and I think I heard the click of Roger's camera in that very split-second. "Hey, did you just get a picture of my 'tulip'?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed. Roger straightened up, laughed, and said, "Let me check," and switched his camera to 'play' mode. "Nope, just of your legs and butt. But if I had, that would have been your own fault, you know. I told you to keep your legs together." Randy asked Mom and Roger to go back and take seats on the couch. He started rubbing my back really soothingly with one hand, and rubbing my legs with the other. He didn't touch my butt, though. "Is it still weird for you, being totally naked in a room full of clothed people who you know are all staring at your nakedness and enjoying you?" "Very weird," I said. "And when I tell you that your butt is really cute - does that make you feel happy, or just weird?" "Weird. And self-conscious." "So would you prefer I didn't tell you? Or is it better that I tell you anyway?" "I don't know. I guess it's best that I hear what people are thinking, to a certain degree at least." He continued rubbing my body. He wasn't talking, and finally I got up the courage to ask him what I was thinking about. "Is it different for you now that I had that antidote?" "Yeah, totally!" Randy said. "I don't get a boner from seeing you or touching you. I mean, I assume if you actually gave me a blow job or actually started rubbing me there, things would be different. But right now, well, I still enjoy seeing you and touching you, but it's more the way that I enjoy seeing a cute animal or petting a cute puppy dog or something." Roger added, "Or, it's kind of like seeing a piece of nude artwork, that is beautiful and sensual or loving, but not sexually provocative or pornographic. You know, the difference between porn and art." "So when you see me naked, you're not thinking 'I want to have... you know what with her?" Then I turned my head towards Mom and said, "Mommy, am I allowed to say the word S-E-X?" "Thanks for asking, Sweetie," Mom said, "That was very good thinking. And I think your instinct was right, you shouldn't be using that word. Really, at your age you shouldn't know what sex is at all. So it's best if you don't talk about it at all. But for now, your question is a valid one, and we understood it the way you said 'you know what'." "To answer your question," Randy said, "Before you took the antidote I definitely would have been thinking that, at least at some level of consciousness. And I would have felt super guilty for having such thoughts, since you're related to me, since you're so young, and since you used to be my brother. But now, honestly, when I see you naked I don't think any thoughts about sex or related to sex. I want to see you because it's beautiful. And I want to touch, to hold... I want to take control over you, to take away your freedom in the way that a person might want to have and keep a cute pet. I want to boss you around. I want to play with you, and maybe even tease and torture you a bit. And I want to smell you and taste you. But I don't even consider sex. Does that make you feel any better?" "Yeah," I said. It was mostly true. "So you're glad you had the antidote?" "Yeah," I said. Again, mostly true. "And it's worth losing some of your finger abilities?" "I'm not sure, but I guess so, yes." "I think so too. I feel like I can play around with you with a much more clear conscience. It's really fun controlling you like this, pushing your boundaries, making you slightly uncomfortable while at the same time feeling assured that no actual harm is being done to you." I didn't respond to that. But then I said, "Is there anything else you'd like to do to me while I'm like this?" "Can I give you a few little spankings - just for a picture? I won't make them hard, I'll keep them really light. It's just for a picture or two." "OK," I said. He started tapping my butt, really lightly, but making big arm-swinging motions. Mom and Roger clicked their cameras over and over. "Can I give you one really hard one? It doesn't actually hurt you, right? I'd like a picture of a red hand-print on your butt, if that's OK. If you don't want that, that's OK too." "OK, sure. No, it doesn't really hurt." "Roger, come close so you can get this shot from above. Please take the picture while the hand-print still shows." He gave me a few really hard slaps on the ass. Roger took the pictures. Then, this time without asking, he started massaging my butt with his hands, and especially with his thumbs. It felt really nice. He slipped his thumb in between the cheeks a bit, and for a second rubbed the entrance to my anus, but he ever pushed inside. "I hope this is OK," he whispered. "I just want you to feel nice and desired." I didn't respond with words. But I couldn't help let out a gasp of pleasure. Then Randy said, "Is there anything else that YOU would like from me before I give you to Mom and let her have her fun with you?" "Well," I said, thinking. "I'd like to thank you for your kind words before. So I'd like to sit upright on your lap and give you a kiss on the cheek, maybe two. Could everyone close their eyes again while I sit up?" They did. I sat on his lap with my legs circling his waist and my chest pressed against his. Then I told everyone they could open their eyes again. I kissed him once on each cheek, and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips, knowing that it would lock me to him until he decided to let me go. He held my lips against his for about five seconds. It was a nice, tender kiss, but felt so different from the ones I used to get before receiving the antidote. "Thanks, Jasmine," Randy said. "Now let's all close our eyes once more so that Jazz can get up and stand against the wall again, so that Mom can have her turn." They did so, and I positioned myself against the wall. I told them they could open their eyes. Roger and Randy both sat on the couch. Mom came and stood beside me. She began. "There are just a few more pics I thought of. The boys really covered most of the possibilities. First, I'd like you to put your hands on the wall, and then put your knees on the wall. Use your insect abilities and slowly crawl up the wall like you've done before." I did as told, even though I worried that from her vantage point, since my torso wasn't pressed against the wall, she could see more than I wanted. When I was about shoulder-height to them, she told me to stop and remain still. She told me to keep my legs pressed together. She took pictures of me, including some pictures from below, with the camera pointed up at me. She told me to open my legs just a tiny bit, and to put one knee a little in front of the other. I complied. Next, she told me to continue up the wall, and then to craw across the ceiling the same way. Everyone took more pictures of me. Then I was told to crawl back down, with my head pointed down, and I did. Next, she had me inch sideways against the wall until I was standing in front of the curtain. She told me to move a little away so that I wasn't touching it. And she had me do a handstand. While holding that pose, she went and opened the curtain. I kept my legs pressed together tightly, hoping that none of my 'tulip' was showing, and that nobody would see me from outside. She told me to relax my legs a bit, that I could keep them pressed together but they shouldn't look so tense. I did my best to comply. "Stay here," she said, and left the room. She came back about a minute later. "This might turn out totally weird looking," she said. "But I couldn't really think of what to use that wouldn't be weird. I want you to start, extremely SLOWLY, opening your legs. The second you start to do so, I'm going to put something against your 'tulip'. Use your skin-sticking ability to hold it in place - that way you can do a full hand-stand splits without us seeing your private part. Got it? Let's do this slowly and carefully." Nervously, I did as told, and she did what she told me to do. "What is that object?" I asked as I was posed in the splits position holding her object against my pussy, with cameras being pointed and clicked from many angles. "A light bulb," she said. "Clear or frosted?" I asked. She laughed. "You're worried about that?" she asked. "Yes," I said. She laughed again. "In that case, I won't tell you. Now hold the pose a little longer." Suddenly, I got a very strange urge, or revelation, about an ability that I had that I never knew about. I could tell that the bulb was lying against my vagina sideways, with the glass globe part towards my butt, facing them, covering most of my vagina, and the metal stem part of the bulb pointed towards my front. I focused energy through my body towards the metal part, and mentally pushed a little. The light-bulb turned on! "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" everyone in the room cried. After getting over their shock, they told me to do that a few times, over and over again, while they took video footage. Finally I was allowed to close my legs, and Mom took the light-bulb away. I never did get to see whether it was clear or frosted. "Wow, that was amazing. OK, one last thing I want you to do. Slowly, get down onto your knees." I did. "Now move backwards a bit, and then lie down fully against the floor." I did that too. "Now, slowly, slither across the floor to the coffee table." I did that, and it was kind of fun. They all took lots of pictures of me. When I noticed some of them standing behind me, I was careful to mostly just use my arms and leave my legs pressed together. But when they were all on the side of my head, I'd open my legs and push my body with my knees, too. "Now we'll all close our eyes, and I want you to get up onto the coffee table and lie there, face-down." "Mommy, it's a glass table." "I know, honey. But it's low down. Nobody's gonna crouch down and look under the table, or put their camera below and take a picture from there. Just do it please." So, nervously, I obeyed once more. When I told them they could, they opened their eyes, and started taking pictures. Mom told me to bend my knees and cross my ankles, and told me to bend my head backwards. I heard 'click, click, click'. "Cool that you put her on the table, since she looks so delicious," Randy said. Roger said, "How about we stop taking pictures for a while and all have a taste?" "Who's going to get the best part, though?" Mom asked, patting my bottom. Roger went and got a deck of cards. "Whoever draws the highest card," he said. "Highest gets the butt up until her waist. Second highest gets her legs. And the lowest gets her back and shoulders." Mom said, "And then we divide her face into three, at a horizontal line just below her eyes and down from there, in the centre, along her nose. In the same order of card drawing we get to pic which third of her face we get." "Why don't you blindfold me so that I don't know who's eating me where?" I suggested. "That's a great idea!" Mom said, enthusiastically, with a laugh. "Roger, would you mind getting a piece of carrot, so she doesn't fall asleep, and a blindfold? Actually, there's a better way to do this, that we learnt from that woman prophet. Hold on." She left the room and came back with a cup of clear liquid and an eye- dropper. Based on its smell, it seemed that it was garlic powder mixed into water. "I'm just going to give you one drop in each, so it won't last more than a little while. Please tip your head back for me." I thought she was going to drop them into my mouth and silence me for a little while. I was enjoying talking to them, so I was a little disappointed, but I was happy to be playing along with their game anyway. Instead, though, she tilted my head to the side and used the eye-dropper to drop two drops into one of my ears. She held my head for a few seconds. As soon as the garlic water reached my ear-drum, I lost my ability to hear in that ear. "Don't be afraid, sweetie, but I'm now going to take away ALL of your senses. Well, sight, hearing, smell and taste. Just for a little while. You'll still be able to feel us touching you, and you'll still be able to talk to us, although you won't be able to hear our response. Like I said, just for a really short while. And we'll continue to be careful not to see or touch your private parts - except for your bum, of course, which we are entitled to. Do you understand what I'm saying, baby girl?" I noted that I wasn't asked to consent, just to understand. And she didn't even wait for a response. I got nervous, but didn't say anything. Holding my head in her arms, she tilted my head far back and put two drops of the water into each of my nostrils. The water dripped back into my head, and I quickly noticed that I couldn't smell anymore. I found it to be a really shocking, scary experience, and I worried what it would be like without the rest of my senses. I got scared and started to squirm. Everyone put their hands on me and held me down to the table, pinning my legs together as well. "Be careful, Jasmine," Roger said. "Calm down. If you do that, we're going to see your pussy, and I don't think you want that." Then, to Mom he said, "We should move her to the kitchen table first. That way we can sit on chairs and eat her." "Sounds good to me," Mom said. Roger came up behind me and patted me on the head and neck. "Don't worry," he whispered. "We'll take good care of you." Then he put a hand under my chin and lifted my head and chest off the glass table. With me lifted like that he put his arm underneath my chest, and then let go of my chin. He slid his arm lower against my body, passing my nipples and down until his arm was gripping me around the waist. "Would you pass me her ankles, Randy?" Roger asked him brother. I felt Randy take my ankles, and, pressing them together, bring them backwards, causing me to bend my knees, and causing me to allow my thighs to bend back at the hips as well - just a bit. I worried that he might be able to see my vagina from where he was standing, the way my legs were lifted. But I didn't say anything. Roger grasped my ankles in the fingers of his free hands and held them. Randy let go of me. And then Roger lifted me up in the air, keeping me face-down looking at the ground, mainly holding me by the waist, but holding my ankles in his other hand. He got a few steps away from the coffee table. Randy was following him, behind my legs. And then one of my ankles slipped out of his grip and fell downwards towards the floor. He continued holding my other ankle! "Help me, Randy, please," Roger said when that happened. Randy must have bent down to grasp my ankle. I was certain that he must have seen 'it' by then. He lifted my ankle and helped Roger get it back in his grip. But a little while later my ankle slipped out once more. "Why don't I hold her feet," Randy suggested. "Good idea," Roger said. Randy picked up the ankle that had slipped from Roger's grip and held it up. Then I felt him grasp my other ankle in his other hand. Roger let go of it, and Randy brought it back and put it together with my other ankle, but being held by two hands and not always touching. Roger moved his free arm down under my body beside his other arm that had been holding my waist, and then slid the first arm up higher on my body until it was making contact with my nipples. Between the two of them, with Mom clicking the camera a lot, they carried me to the kitchen and laid me out on the table. Roger said, "I need to talk to Mom in private, Jasmine. Don't listen to anything anyone says until I pinch your butt to tell you you can listen again. Got it? Good." Something happened in my brain. And then, from that point on, although I could hear the three of them talking, I couldn't understand a word they said! It was like they were speaking in a language I didn't understand! And that was with me only hearing through one ear, since the other had already been silenced. Finally I felt that 'blessed' pinch on my butt, or I should say IN my butt - he slipped one of his fingers well into my butt-crack and pinched the entire cheek! But then my ability to hear them came back. Mom said, "OK, sweetie, slight change of plans. But I think this will make you happy. Here's what we're going to do. Like I said before, I'm going to take away your senses. You won't be able to see us, hear us, or smell or taste. You WILL be able to feel us touching, but you won't know who's touching you where. And you'll be able to continue talking, but you won't hear what we say to you in response. So there's no real point talking anymore. "We're going to divide up your body between us and enjoy your special taste. Completely. When we're done with you, we're going to give you some ginger and put you to sleep. Maybe we'll play with you a little more or something. When you wake up, you'll be wearing the nightie I had picked out for you. I think you'll like it. It's really short and cute, made of satin. It'll hug your body nice and close. And since you won't be wearing underwear, we'll be able to see the shape of your nipples very nicely poking through the thin fabric. And it's sleeveless, and has only one strap for one of your shoulders. You'll really, really like it." Finally, I found the courage to speak and said, "Can I wear underwear with it, please? Especially if it's so short?" "No," Mom said. "I mean, it came with matching panties. But you have no need for them. As long as you're careful, the nightie will cover everything. And if you're not careful and show us something - that will be your own doing, right?" "I guess," I said reluctantly, feeling like I might cry soon. "OK, if that's what you want, Mommy." "Oh, sweetie, we're not punishing you anymore. We're being very kind and sensitive. You'll see. We're going to be very careful with you while we're eating you, and while you're asleep, and while we dress you in your nightie." At that moment I felt my legs being pulled apart on the table. I worried, and as I lifted my head to look behind and see who was doing it, I felt something cool and smooth being pressed against my vagina. "Don't worry," Randy said. "Nobody can see it. I'm using that light-bulb that Mom used before." And then he started rubbing it up and down my vagina, completely externally, of course, but it created an amazing feeling, and quickly I forgot about being sad and got lost in the moment, until, embarrassingly, I had a really big and loud orgasm, right there on the table with them all watching. He kept going and gave me a second one, even bigger than the first. "Stop," I whispered, but he continued. With the third one, which was even bigger than the first two, I passed out. When I regained consciousness, Mom was in the middle of talking to me, as if she hadn't noticed that I'd passed out. Randy wasn't rubbing me anymore, and my legs were back together. I felt less worried about what they were about to do to me. I felt well taken care-of. "...And you can choose where we put you once you're dressed. It will be night time, I guess, so choose where you want to sleep until morning. Do you want to be in one of our beds with us?" "If I really can choose, I think I'd like to be able to rest a bit on my own. In my own bed." Randy said, "Why don't you try sleeping inside that cage in the attic? I bet you are a little curious about how it will feel. And we're going to be gone for like a week at Tom's place, without much of an ability to have fun like this." Randy began tapping my butt with the light-bulb. "we'll come visit you, maybe bring you a snack, play with you while you're inside, and so on - but under no circumstances will you be let out of that cage, no matter what, until it's morning and time to get you ready for our road trip. Does that sound like fun?" It DID sound like fun, as long as I would be clothed. And I REALLY wanted to try it, but wanted to hide my enthusiasm. "But I'll be wearing clothes the whole time?" I asked to make sure. "Yes. You'll be wearing the nightie that we dress you in after we finish devouring you," Mom said. "No more, no less. Promise." "OK, I'll try it," I said. Roger said, "Just so you can't complain about it later, make a specific, formal request. Ask us that, after we've finished feasting on your body, and after we've dressed you in your cute little nightie, to lock you in that cage and leave you there all night, no matter what. And that even if you beg us to let you out, you want us to ignore your pleas and keep you locked in the cage, no matter what. If you're not sure, don't make the request. Nobody's going to force you to agree to this." "OK," I said, starting to feel excited. And I liked being 'made' to say silly things like this. So I decided to try to enjoy it to the fullest. "Well, I want the three of you to do whatever you want to make me totally helpless and powerless, so that you can fully enjoy devouring my body. Completely. I'd like to be able to feel it as you're doing so, but whenever you decide that you don't want me conscious anymore, go ahead and give me ginger and put me to sleep. You may continue to have fun with me however you want while I'm asleep, but before I wake up please dress me in the cute, tiny little nightie that Mom has chosen, and then, once you're ready, before I wake up, please lock me nice nad securely inside that cage. And no matter what, don't let me out until morning comes and you decide that you want to let me out. Until then, please keep me locked up inside the cage like the good cute little pet that you want me to be for you - the cute little pet that I truly am." They loved my 'request' and responded by rubbing my back and butt. "Anything else to add?" Mom asked. "Yes," I said, feeling even more and more excited by the minute. "Remember that I'm not really human, even if I look this way. I'm really more of an animal. So treat me accordingly. If I beg or whine and ask for things, you have absolutely no need to listen to me. Use me for however you want - only YOUR needs and desires matter!" As they rubbed my back a little more, for a moment I felt like I was losing consciousness. But it quickly returned. "OK then, if that's what you want," Mom said. "It is, Mommy. I'm sure." "In that case, I think it's mealtime," she said. "Now take a deep breath while I continue to take away your senses. It's probably going to feel really weird to you at first, but, hopefully, you'll really enjoy the feeling. Just remember that we're going to keep all our promises no matter what." She rubbed my back a little more. Again, I felt like my consciousness was leaving me for a second. But then it returned. She pulled my head back in her arms once more. I could feel hands on my back, legs and butt holding me firmly down to the table - Randy and Roger. Mom dropped two drops of her liquid into each of my eyes. Immediately I went blind. Then she dropped two drops in my remaining ear. I could feel the liquid sliding down my ear canal, and then when it made contact with my eardrum I became totally deaf. I was deaf, blind, and had no ability to smell (or taste) anything! It TRULY was a strange sensation! People were touching me. I had no idea who was touching me where. Then the licking started. I tried to pay attention to the sizes of the hands touching me and figure out who was where that way, but I really couldn't do it. I felt so helpless like that, totally shut off from reality except for touch. It was quite a great feeling. I started wriggling a bit. Hands held me firmly to the table, preventing me from moving. I even moved my legs apart just a little bit, and two hands snapped my legs back together and held them tightly. Soon my wrists were being held down to the table also. Their feast continued. They were covering my body very slowly and meticulously with their tongues. I have no idea who it was, but the one who 'won' my butt actually separated my cheeks as far as they could and then actually licked the entrance to my anus, even pushing inside a tiny bit with the tip of their tongue! And then, when they'd finished my entire back side, something weird happened. Someone pulled my legs apart a bit. Then some kind of cloth was slipped under me, between my legs. A similar cloth got slid under my nipples. Then many hands rolled me over, onto my back. I felt different hands rearranging the clothes, obviously making it so that they covered my private parts but nothing more. Then, something even weirder happened. Someone was playing with my belly button, and I realized it was Mom - I realized that I had an ability to smell (and taste) through my belly-button, though much less than with my nose. Quickly, though, four drops of the garlic water were dropped into my belly button. My navel sucked them in instinctively. And then, not only did I lose the smelling and tasting abilities of my navel - my whole body became completely paralysed! I still knew what was happening to me, more or less, because I could still feel when I was being touched. But I couldn't move a muscle! I never knew that this would happen when garlic water was introduced to my navel! Actually, I never knew that any of this would happen when those drops were put in my ears, nose, or eyes either! "Wow, this is weird!" I said out loud. It was super weird not being able to hear the words I spoke. I couldn't even be sure that I had actually said them! But then, a few moments later, I felt a piece of food pressed against my lips. I couldn't tell what it was since I had no sense of taste. I opened my mouth, and the food was pressed against my throat. I figured it was ginger, and mentally I said 'goodnight' to myself. But it wasn't ginger, it was garlic. They had decided to silence me after all! After that, more drops of the liquid were added to my ears, nose and eyes. I guess they wanted to make sure that I didn't regain my senses too early. The licking continued on my front side. I was enjoying it more and more! And then my mouth got pried open once more. I expected the ginger, but I was given a kumquat! I hadn't reacted to it before I actually swallowed it because I had no smell. I was already quite happy and didn't know why they would give me the kumquat, but it did make me feel even happier.. quite high. The licking continued. And then a second kumquat was given to me! At this point, I started drifting in and out of consciousness. I started hallucinating things, imagining things that clearly weren't happening. But I was in total bliss. I imagined, for instance, that someone had actually bitten off one of my fingers and fed it to me through my belly button! And, in the hallucination, I actually found that arousing! Clearly, though, that hadn't happened. I thought that, at some point, the cloths were removed from my private parts and they were touched and licked directly. I was pretty sure I just imagined that, though. I thought I saw cameras taking pictures of my front nakedness too, but knew I must thave imagined that since I couldn't see or hear anything! I MAY have had some orgasms from peopel fingering me. I may have actually been penetrated vaginally. I MAY have received oral sex. Then ANOTHER kumquat was given to me. And another. And another. Reality became a total blur, but I was really, really happy. And then everything went black - I thought from the ginger, finally. But then, seemingly only a moment later, I woke up. * * * It took me a little while to get reoriented. I realized that I wasn't in the cage at all! I was lying, face-down, on the dining room table! My body was naked, but I was covered in the large beach-towel from just under my neck until my knees. My wrists and ankles were locked down to the table, but only loosely. I looked up and around. Mom, Randy and Roger were all standing there, watching me. "Hey, Jasmine, good morning sleepyhead!" Mom said. "Sorry, I think we gave you a bit more ginger than you needed before the prophet came. She's been gone a while. Sorry about her calling you 'it' -- we told her, afterwards, that we were NOT OK with that. In the future we'll ask for different prophets, if we need them. "We didn't unlock you completely yet just in case you forgot that you were naked and moved around while you were waking up. Be careful - you're still only covered by that towel. But now that you're awake, we'll unlock you, leave the room and let you get up, wrap yourself properly in the towel, and go to your room to put on some pyjamas. When you're ready you can come find us in the living room. Oh, and here's a piece of carrot for you so that you don't fall asleep accidentally if you encounter the dark." "Wait a minute," I called to them just before they left the room. They came back in. "You mean, I've been asleep from since the prophet came to put the chip in until now?" "Yes, of course," Mom said. "We've been watching you on the table since she left, waiting for you to wake up. If you had, we would have seen it." "So... I haven't been punished for being naughty?" Mom laughed. "How could you have been naughty? Sweetheart, you've been asleep the whole time. Maybe you had a dream? Anyway, go put on some pyjamas and then we can talk or hang out or play a game or whatever you want before you go to bed." They left the room. I was extremely confused. What about the spanking? What about the mind games? What about the punishments? What about the photography? Were those real or not? The memories sure seemed extremely real. Could I have dreamt them all, while I was asleep? If so, I think that was my first dream since the transformation! I looked around the room as I stood up and stretched. I saw Roger's fancy camera sitting on one of the shelves, inside its case. But it looked a little dusty, as if it hadn't been used in a while. Then I remembered about the chips. I twisted and turned and looked at my naked body. I didn't see any signs of the chips. I would never know where they had been inserted. Thinking once again about the very vivid dream that I'd had - if it really was a dream, I wrapped myself carefully in the towel and went into the livingroom. Covering so much of my body with that oversized towel felt wrong! Mom, Roger and Randy were watching the news on TV, so I stood silently in the entrance waiting for the commercial. But when Mom noticed me standing there, she lowered the volume a bit and said, "Do you need something, sweetie? You don't have to wait there, you can come right in and ask for it." Cautiously, I took two steps into the room and said, "I didn't think I should disturb your movie. I just wanted to know what pyjamas you want me to wear, Mommy?" I asked. "Anything you want, sweetie. You choose whatever will make you feel most comfortable." she said. "You don't have a preference?" "Whatever you want, sweetie. Just be comfortable." Feeling a little disappointed, and still confused about all those memories, I said, "OK, Mommy," and left the room. A minute later I returned, though, still clutching the towel to my body. I waited again. She looked up and said, "Something else, honey?" "Sorry, Mommy, but I forgot to ask. May I have permission to open my drawers? I'm not supposed to use furniture without permission." "Oh, that," Mom said. "Don't worry about that. Your punishment is long over. In fact, I'm feeling guilty for doing that to you. I think I got a little carried away, maybe more than a little. From now on you can do whatever you want. No more punishments. And, again, I'm sorry for that stupid punishment." "Don't be sorry, don't feel guily, it's OK, I didn't mind," I said, feeling sorry myself that it was over. I left the room. I came back again, still only wearing the towel. This time, though, I waited in the kitchen until I heard the commercial come on. Only then did I enter the room. I said, "Sorry, Mommy, but I need some help. My fingers are having too much trouble opening my drawers." Randy volunteered to come help. On the way I asked him, "Randy, did you guys take pictures of me while I was on the table unconscious?" "No, of course not," he said. I showed him which drawers I needed opened - the ones I knew had pyjamas inside them. My drawers had latching, lockable handles. They weren't locked, but my fingers had a really hard time operating the latches since I received the antidote. Once more, I started thinking about my dream, feeling disappointed about it just having been a dream. I felt disappointed that Mom was backing down from my punishments and rules. I worried that I'd get less attention, that they'd want to be with me and play with me less. So, in looking for pyjamas to wear, I decided to go for something that I thought would be cute, fun and playful in their eyes, while at the same time not being too forward, too sexy or too provocative. I first considered a pair of short-shorts and a tank-top, but I decided that it was too plain and ordinary, and they'd seen me in things like that before. I noticed a onesie in my drawer. It was light purple, and looked like it would be very cuddly and make me look like a teddy bear. It would also look very childish, and, at the moment, I thought that would be a plus. But it had a closed zipper, and I couldn't get it open. I'd have to wait until the next commercial and then go ask them to unzip it for me, and then ask for help zipping it up again. I was about to do that, and then I thought, 'it's time I wore a normal nightgown. I look like a little girl, and, honestly, I feel like being treated like one - so I should dress like one.' There was a big, thick, long, long-sleeved nightgown in the drawer. Old- fashioned. I thought it would look cute, but I wanted something a little more fun-looking. Then I saw the really tiny one I'd been made to wear when mom's friend Clark had been over. I considered putting that on again but decided against it. I didn't want to be that uncovered, and it wasn't really the look I was going for. Then I saw a short-sleeved nightgown that looked like it would end just above my knees. It was light pink in colour, with small red hearts printed on it. It had a square neckline and buttons. Fortunately, the buttons were open. I'd only need help closing them. I tried it on. I thought I looked quite cute in it. It was quite childish- looking. I was going to go with it, as I was pretty happy with it. But then I saw another one, and liked it better. This one was a light pinkish-purple colour. It was made of a very thin stretchy T-shirt-like material. It was sleeveless, cut like an undershirt, but had a wide dark-purple somewhat see-through silky ruffle around the neckline which hung over the shoulders a bit, almost like short sleeves or cap-sleeves. It was just a little bit low-cut in the back. It also had a ruffle around the bottom hem to match the ruffle around the neckline. The length of the gown was shorter than the other one I was wearing - when I tried it on, it covered slightly less than half the length of my thighs, and that was including the length of the somewhat see-through ruffle which tended to bounce up as I walked or turned anyway. Not including the ruffle, it was the length of a mini dress, covering my bum and about three or four inches more. What I liked most was what it had on the chest. Going down the right side of the chest was some writing, in the same colour as the ruffles but solid and shiny, using a font that looked how little girls printed - with big loops, hearts instead of dots on the i's, and so on. Six short lines were written, one on top of the other, like an equation, but with a heart symbol instead of the plus-sign: Cute Silly Fun Little