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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I lay there very still. I knew they were both still sleeping, based on
the way they were breathing. It was really surprising to wake up like
that with my brother's hand on my crotch. And I wondered how long it had
been there. I didn't hurry to remove it. He was asleep, after all. And
it felt pleasant. I started thinking about the dream I'd had. (I was
PRETTY SURE it had only been a dream!) Remembering it, combined with
having a hand on my crotch, started to make me feel really horny.
Then I realized that Mom was looking down at me. "What are you doing?!"
she whispered, clearly annoyed. he reached down and gently lifted
Randy's hand off of me.
"Sorry, Mom," I whispered back.
Mom said, "Breathe a little of your special breath at your brothers so
they don't wake up while you're getting up. Just enough for five minutes
or so. Then get out of bed. I want to give you breakfast."
I did as told, and extracted myself from the bed, straightening out my
shirt.
My special bowl was waiting for me, with some fresh dirty vegetable
shavings and some grass and weeds. It was on the table, and there was a
plastic fork stuck in the bowl. Mom said, "Try to eat like a person this
morning: at the table, with a fork. I want to see if you can do it."
I asked Mom, "Do you want me to succeed or to fail?"
"To succeed, of course. It's fun for us all to see you eating on the
floor like a puppy, and as long as you're OK with it, we're happy to
have you continue doing that when we're alone. But when we're with
company, for example tonight at my brother's house, it'll be a lot
weirder if at your age you still can't use a fork. So please, try your
best."
"OK Mommy," I said.
I tried to hold the fork between my fingers, the way adults normally do,
and found that I couldn't manuever the fork accurately enough. It was
hard to get the food onto the fork - I needed to get help from my other
hand touching the food directly.
"That's no good, baby," Mom said. "OK, try holding your fork in your
fist, the other way, the way little children often do." She took the
fork from me and repositioned it so that all my fingers were wrapped
around it, and the fork's teeth were sticking out of my fist beside my
thumb. It was a little easier to use the fork that way, but still quite
difficult. I felt frustrated, and began to cry a bit. Mom got up and
moved behind me, and gave me a hug. "Don't worry, baby girl. It's not a
bad thing. I just needed to know. We can deal with this." Then she
picked up my bowl and put it on the floor. "You can eat from the floor,
now," she said.
"Mommy, I'm sure I could still eat at the table, just using my hands
instead of a fork."
"I know, sweetie, I'm sure you could. But I want you to eat this way
now."
"Yes, Mommy," I said, and obeyed. It was a hell of a lot easier that
way, and after getting over my sniffles, I was glad I was being allowed
to eat that way.
My brothers woke up just as I finished eating. "Good morning, boys," Mom
said. "We have some muffins, and some fruit for breakfast. If you want,
you can get some coffee downstairs from the vending machine. Or you can
have one of Jasmine's legs for the same effect."
I was a little surprised that I wasn't asked to agree to this first. My
brothers both chose to have my legs instead of coffee. Mom grabbed my
collar and lifted me up in the air, and put me down on the table. She
moved my bottom to the centre of the table and then put my feet up on
the table too, so that my knees were bent. "You don't mind, do you, baby
girl?" she asked me as she parted my legs so that my brothers, who had
already taken seats at opposite sides of the table, could enjoy my legs
in the easiest manner.
"It's fine," I said, feeling that it would be really silly of me to
resist after I'd already been positioned on the table like that. And on
the other hand, I was touched and pleased that she finally remembered to
give me the choice.
My brothers got to work on my legs without thanking me first. Randy
started at my toes, while Roger started at the top of my thigh, pulling
the leg of my shorts up a bit higher so that he could get more. If they
had thanked me I'm sure I wouldn't have minded this, but I felt like
they were treating me like an object, not human; probably not even like
an animal! Then Mom said, "Sweetie, if you can, can you make the
'caffeine' in your 'juice' a little stronger than usual? Not dangerously
so, of course, just a little bit. I'm sure your brothers will appreciate
it." Despite feeling used, I did as she asked.
As my brothers meticulously devoured my legs, Mom took my shoulders and
pulled me backwards, laying me down on my back on the table top. It was
a small table, and my head hung down over the edge of the table.
Mom looked down at me and smiled. "You're so cute and adorable," she
said, stroking my cheek with her fingers. She bent down towards me - I
thought she was going to kiss me. But instead, she started licking my
cheeks, my chin, my forehead and nose, and then my lips. She put her
tongue inside my mouth and licked around the inside of that, too. When
she finished, she said, "I never realized your mouth was so tiny! I
mean, it makes sense, I guess it's proportional to the rest of your
body. Your saliva tastes exceptionally good!" I didn't know how I was
supposed to respond to that.
She didn't wait for a response, though. Instead, she continued onto my
neck. Then she slipped my shirt up. This time I knew that she'd pulled
it up really high - I could feel it all bunched around my neck, and I
felt her hand touching the skin between my breasts.
"Mommy, please, at least keep the bra covered - the boys are right
here!" I begged.
But Mom said, "Sweetie, the boys are too busy licking your legs to
notice what you're wearing up here. Besides, I really want to taste this
part of your chest - between the triangles of your bra. Now stay nice
and still for Mommy."
She started with the top of my chest, licking and sucking every
centimetre, paying special attention to the skin between my bra cups and
along the edges of the bra. Then she continued down my chest and
stomach. Even when she'd finished with the area around my bra, she kept
it uncovered. I didn't bother asking for her to cover it again. I hoped
that what she'd said about my brothers was true, but I highly doubted
it. She spent extra time on my belly-button. And then when she got to
the bottom of my stomach, as she'd done before, she folded the waistband
of my shorts down, two or three times, and licked that part of me as
well.
"OK, I think we've all had enough," Mom said. She helped me sit up on
the table, and only afterwards pulled my shirt down for me. My brothers
definitely saw me.
"So it's time for us to check out," Mom said. "And that means you have
to get back into the duffle-bag, just for a little while. Since
yesterday you were inside it much longer than we'd intended, today we're
going to be extra careful to keep you awake spending time with us, OK?
So it'll really only be until we've driven away from the hotel. Have you
had a chance to look at the brochures from this town? Is there anything
here that you would like to see while we're here?"
I hadn't had a chance to look, and couldn't think of anything off the
top of my head. Mom said I should take a few minutes to look at some of
the brochures while she used the bathroom. When she came out, I said,
"Well, there's nothing I'm really dying to see, but there's some kind of
science museum that might be interesting, and there's a small zoo."
Mom took the brochures from me, had a look and frowned. "I'll choose
something for you that you'll like," she said.
Randy said, "Mom, I'd really like to go see that video game museum too.
Maybe we could go there first, and leave Jasmine in the bag until we're
done? And then we can take her to a children's museum or something like
that?"
Mom said, "No, Randy, she was in the bag too much yesterday. She can
come with us to that museum, too. She probably still likes that sort of
thing."
Randy said, "But I think it might have a minimal age for entry, you know
some of those games are pretty violent. What if we can't get in if she's
with us? Can we put her in the bag then?"
Mom shook her head and said, "Enough, Randy. Today she's staying with
us. With all of us. If she can't come in with us, then we just won't go.
We owe that to her today."
Randy gave me a dirty look. I felt hurt.
"Thanks, Mommy, I really appreciate it. I'm really glad that I'll be
with you the whole day."
"WORD!" Roger practically screamed.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"'Appreciate' is too big a word for such a little girl," he said,
laughing a bit.
"No it's not," I said. "Everyone knows that word. What could I have said
instead, anyway?"
Mom said, "It may be borderline, but your brother may be right. You
could have just said 'thanks so much'. I'll let him give you that point.
Your first point for today, and 2.75 counting yesterday's."
"But Mommy," I asked, measuring my words carefully now, "What's gonna
happen if I get too many points while we're at Uncle Tom's? Are you
going to give me the silence punishment there? What will you say to them
about it?"
Mom said, "The rules apply wherever you are, always. If you get up to
your three points at Tom's house, maybe I'll decide to wait with your
punishment until we get home, or maybe I'll give it to you there. I'm
sure I'll find something I can tell everyone about why you lost your
voice. Perhaps you just ate garlic accidentally, and you're allergic.
Anyway, just be careful, you don't want to find out what will happen."
"I'll try my best, Mommy," I said.
"Good girl. So now it's time for you to be put into your duffle-bag.
Don't worry, you'll be let out as soon as we drive away from the hotel
and find a safe place to stop."
"OK Mommy," I said. "Perhaps Randy can put me in my duffle-bag. Maybe
that will improve his mood."
"I don't want to," Randy said grumpily. "I don't want to touch you right
now. I don't even want to see you. If you make me miss my museum I'm
going to be really mad at you!"
"'IMPROVE!'" Roger shouted. "You could have said 'make his mood better'.
'Improve' is a big word. That's your second point."
Mom said, "Cool it, Roger. Don't be so strict with her." Then to Randy
she said, "Are you sure you don't want to put her in the bag? If you
don't want to see her, here's a great way not to see her for a while."
"Is that really my second point, Mommy?" I asked her.
"Yes, dear. Roger might be being a little too strict, but he's
technically correct. You don't need to use that big word. So you're at
two points for today. you'd better be careful."
"Yes Mommy."
Then Randy snapped. "Oh, I'm so sick of you already!" he said. Then he
grabbed me by the neck, lifted me in the air, and threw me to the
ground. Of course, I landed on my feet. But then he grabbed me by my
hair and lifted me into the air again.
"Randy, calm down! Be more gentle with her!"
I started to cry. Still holding me only by the hair, Randy slapped me
hard on the ass and then pinched my inner thigh.
"Mommy, help!" I cried.
"Randy! Enough!" both Mom and Roger called out.
Clearly very angry, though, Randy carried me - by my hair - over to
where the duffle-bag waited for me and stuffed me inside in the roughest
way you could imagine. He nearly caught my ear in the zipper. I was
crying when he zipped it up. I heard Mom yelling at him as I lost
consciousness.
When I was let out of the bag, Mom told me that an hour had passed. She
told me that it was much longer than she wanted, but that we'd lost time
because she needed to give Randy a strong lecture. She assured me that
he was being punished for the way he'd treated me.
We were parked in an abandoned parking lot. Once I was completely out of
the bag and standing on the pavement, Randy came over and said, "I'm
sorry, Jasmine, for the way I treated you, and for what I said. I know
you're just a little girl, and your feelings can be hurt very easily,
and I should be more careful with you. I'm sorry for getting angry like
that, I know that it's not your fault that you are this way, and that if
we can't get into some place because you're so little and young, it's
not your fault. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
Before I could respond, Mom said, "Jasmine, honey, you don't have to
forgive him. What he did was horrible. You are under no obligation to
forgive him. It won't be held against you. I've told him that unless you
REALLY forgive him, totally and completely, we won't even go to see if
that video games museum will let us in. And even if you do forgive him
he's still being punished in other ways."
Randy said, "Please, little Jasmine, please forgive your stupid big
brother."
I felt bad for him. And I felt silly for feeling bad, knowing what he'd
done to me! Yet I still felt bad. And I said, "You're not stupid. And
accidents happen. It's OK, I forgive you. I didn't get hurt anyway. I
forgive you." And I ran over to him and hugged him. He picked me up and
hugged me back. But something felt strange. I think he hadn't yet
completely forgave ME!
Mom drove. Randy sat beside her, and Roger sat in the back with me.
While he was buckling me into my seat, Roger asked Mom if he should
fasten the wrist straps too.
Mom said "Not unless she wants them fastened."
I said, "You can, I don't mind - if you think it makes me safer. At
least, you can do one wrist if you want."
As he locked down my closer wrist he said with a laugh, "I don't know if
it makes YOU safer, but it makes you safer for US!" Then he locked my
second wrist, and put up the headrest sides to keep my head from
turning.
Mom drove us to some children's museum. Unfortunately, when we left the
car and got to the entrance, we discovered that it wouldn't open for
another two hours - it was still pretty early in the morning. Roger and
Randy both locked me back into my seat - this time, since Randy was
doing my legs, he made sure that they were locked open at a much wider
angle. I didn't say anything about it.
Mom found another museum that was appropriate for my age - the science
museum. But I was too young for the IMAX movie, so the whole family had
to skip that part. And, to my own disappointment, I found a lot, maybe
most of the museum to be rather boring, or too complicated for me to
understand.
We did discover an interesting thing, though, in the room with that big
electrified silver ball. I was asked to put my hand on the ball, and
then the guy turned it on. He was astonished that my body totally
absorbed the electricity and my hair didn't stand on end at all, unlike
every single other girl in the world! Then I shocked him a second time
when, after taking my hand off and walking away from it, I said, loud
enough for the worker to hear, "I bet I can make my hair stand up just
by thinking about it," and I did! Better than the other girls' hair when
they were touching that electrified ball! I also amazed him by touching
light-bulbs and making them turn on. Mom took me by the hand and led me
away, telling me that the show I was doing was dangerous, he'd guess
that I wasn't human, and I shouldn't do that anymore.
We also discovered a different embarrassing thing about me. In one of
the exhibits I was asked to write something down, and I did, but I wrote
a perfect mirror image, writing a whole (short) sentence from right to
left instead of left to right! When Randy asked me, I couldn't figure
out which was the right side and which was the left! We discovered that
I couldn't tell my right from my left anymore! Mom laughed, and said she
already knew that about me - at one point, when I was being belted into
my car seat she said I'd asked for only my left wrist to be buckled
down, yet I gave her my right wrist, not noticing that it was my right,
not my left! I felt really embarrassed, and said a slightly bad word
('hell'). Mommy told me not to worry, that it was perfectly normal for
girls my age to be confused about our rights and our lefts. And then she
gave me another half point for using the word 'hell', and told me that
the next time I said that word it would earn my a full three-quarters of
a point, like swear words were supposed to. I was at 2.5 points for the
day, VERY close. And I had a strong fear that when I was first
introduced to my uncle and their family, I'd be in silence mode.
After the science museum Mom agreed to go check out the museum Randy
wanted to see. He was right, there was a 13-year age minimum for entry.
"Mommy, I think I could 'charm' the guy into making an exception and
letting me in - but I think I need you, or maybe Roger, to 'make' me do
it. Kind of like the way I was able to do bad things to Clark when Roger
made me do it."
"I don't know if that's a good idea, you might get scared inside there.
There's probably a reason why they're keeping little girls out."
"I won't get scared, I'm sure," I said. "Please, pretty please," I
begged, and made a pouting shape with my lips and blinked my eyes a lot.
"OK," Mom said. "But don't say I didn't warn you. Roger, let's see if
you can do it."
Roger grasped the back of my neck in his hand and held me tight.
Instantly I felt overpowered. A few steps away from the ticket guy he
bent down and whispered in my ear, "I am imprinted on you. That means
that I own you. You are mine. And I command you to charm that guy into
agreeing to let you into the museum. And to let us all in for free."
I didn't feel bad about tricking the guy into letting me in, since I
knew that I was really well above the minimum age. But I did feel bad
about getting us in for free! But with the way Roger talked to me, I
felt totally subordinate, totally powerless, and I thought, 'what do I
know? If he tells me to do it, he must be right, and my feelings must be
wrong'. While Roger was still holding my neck tightly, we walked towards
the guy. I breathed up into his face, cocked my hip, smiled widely and
said, softly, "I bet you want to let us all in for free, don't you?"
The poor guy gulped and said, "Yes, of course, miss!" Then he stepped
aside and motioned with his hand. Randy and Mom went inside, and then
Roger and I followed.
It was a really bad idea, though. For the first two minutes I was
really, really bored. And then when we got to the more violent games, I
started getting really scared by all the sounds of explosions, fake guns
and bombs.
Shaking and fighting tears, I begged Mom and my brothers to let me
leave. "Please, Mommy. Please, Randy and Roger. I can wait for you all
outside. I promise I won't run away. I'm absolutely terrified!" Mom
explained that they couldn't leave me alone outside. "Then put me in the
duffle-bag. Please! I beg you! Please! This is terrible! I didn't expect
it to be so frightening! All these explosions - I can't stand hearing
them. I guess I really am younger than I thought. I never imagined it
would be like this. Please, have mercy on me! Put me in the bag. You can
keep me in there as long as you want, just please let me leave this
scary museum!"
Mom and my brothers all laughed at me for how much I was begging. I may
have been down on my knees, holding my hands in prayer-position. Then
Mom said, "Randy, hold her still." She fished around in her purse and
found a shrink-wrapped kumquat. She carefully opened it. Randy and Roger
both held me tightly, and Mom stuck the kumquat down my throat. I calmed
down quite instantly. Then Mom said, "Roger will take you to the car.
Roger, you'll have to find a secluded place to put her in the bag.
Remember to lock it well."
"Thanks, Mommy, but I actually don't feel as scared as I did before, now
that I've had the kumquat."
"You do feel scared, sweetie, you're just temporarily high from the
kumquat. But you still could have nightmares or be scared by what you're
seeing, later. You shouldn't be around this, you're right. Go with
Roger. Obey him."
"Yes, Mommy," I said. "I will."
Roger strapped me into my car seat, teasing me a bit about what a little
girl I'd truly become. I didn't care. I believed Mom that it was best
for me to be out of that place. Roger told me that he'd leave my wrists
out of their straps if I could correctly tell him which was my right and
which was my left. I guessed, and got it wrong - or so he said. So he
strapped me down completely.
As we drove away from the museum, I asked him if he wouldn't rather just
wait with me outside. I told him we could play any game he liked, and
reminded him that I'd be more fun than usual since I had a kumquat in
me. But he told me that he was interested in the museum too, so I'd have
to do what I myself had begged to do - to be put in the bag. He drove
around the block, found a vacant lot, and quickly and efficiently
unlocked me from my seat and locked me inside the duffle-bag. Just
before he zipped it up he said, "Nightie-night, silly little girl." I
heard the locks clicking before I lost consciousness.
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