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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT When I was taken out of the bag next, we were somewhere in nature. As usual, it took a few minutes for me to fully regain consciousness, and this time, while I began to come to as soon as the bag was unzipped and light was let in, by the time I was fully conscious I had been pulled out of the bag by my collar, and Roger was still dangling me in the air holding it alone. It didn't hurt, but had a sort of mesmerizing, hypnotic, or paralysing effect on me, and I waited there motionlessly until I would be put down on my feet. "She's awake, you can put her down," Mom said. "Should we tell her the bad news first?" Roger asked. "No, I want to wait and tell her later. Please put her down. Keep holding on to her, though." Roger put me down, but kept holding my collar. "What bad news, Mommy?" I asked. "You'll find out when I'm ready for you to find out," Mom said. I found out that I'd remained in the duffle-bag for three and a half hours. They had really enjoyed the museum without me, and afterwards decided to go out for pizza, and another stop which they refused to tell me about. Now we were at a rest stop, after having driven out of the city. It would be our last stop before reaching Tom's place. "I don't mean to be rude, Mommy, but may I ask why I was kept in the bag for so long? I thought you said that I'd be with you the whole day today." "Don't you remember, baby girl? When you were begging us to put you in the bag you said that we could keep you in there as long as we wanted. that's what you said. So this was as long as we wanted to keep you there." "But why did you want to keep me in it for so long? I thought it would only be for the time that you were in that museum." "That's how long we wanted to. We're not going to explain why. You said it was OK. You need to learn to be careful about what you say, sweetie. don't say something if you don't really mean it." "OK, Mommy, you're right," I said, realizing that I wouldn't accomplish anything by prolonging the conversation. "That's a good girl," she said, stroking my cheek. "Now we'll give you a little something to eat, and then you have to get changed - our next stop will be Tom's house and I don't think you want to be wearing those tiny tiny shorts the first time they meet you - though they do look really adorable on you. But i have another outfit in mind. But first, eat. Roger, can you take her to the food we found?" Roger lifted me up by my collar again and carried me towards the trees. Right at the edge of the grassy area, where the woods seemed to begin, he put me down. "On your knees, sweetie," he said, pointing down. "Mom wants you to eat those bunches of weeds, the ones that are touching the tree." I dropped to my knees as he let go of my collar. I put my hands on the ground, and put my face to the weeds. They were quite dirty, to say the least. I don't want to tell you what they smelled like. It wasn't a mystery, either - some of that 'dirt' coud clearly be seen on the weeds and the bottom of the tree. But I did as I had been told. It didn't really bother me, I was able to ignore the taste and concentrate only on the taste of the actual weeds, which I found appealing. Swallowing the thorns was not a problem for me. A lot of that 'dirt' anded up going down my throat. And, based on the taste, I was pretty sure that my family members had contributed to the 'dirt' themselves. It wasn't physically torturous, but psychologically or mentally it was very humiliating, especially with my brother standing right over me, watching exactly what I was doing. The fact that I was physically able ot ingest that stuff without problem was humiliating in itself! "I'm done, Roger," I said when I'd finished. "Just like you asked me to do." I licked the corners of my mouth clean, then cleaned the rest of my face by wiping it with my hands and licking my hands repeatedly, and then sat up on my knees and faced him, waiting for my next order. "You're ALMOST done, but not quite yet," he said. "You finished the weeds - that makes you a very good little girl. But now be a good girl and clean off the tree trunk - look how dirty it looks! You can make it nice and clean for whatever animals come visit it next. I won't make you do all the trees, but at least do this one." "Yes, Roger," I said. I got back down on my hands and licked the rest of the 'dirt' off the tree trunk. "Now come over here and drink. This puddle. I want to see you drink it all, completely." I crawled over to the puddle he was pointing at, put my tongue to the puddle and lapped it up completely in about forty seconds. I suppose it goes as no surprise that the puddle was not just a mixture of rain water and mud! But I did as I was told. "Now stand up," he said. I stood, facing him. He took my wrists and pushed them behind my body, crossing my wrists behind me. I kept them there. He looked down at me from the front. "Did you enjoy your meal?" he asked with a wicked smile. "Yes, thank you, it was truly lovely," I said and smiled back, hoping that if I exaggerated my responses I might beat him at his own game. Mom and Randy approached, and stood at either side of Roger, looking at me and smiling. "She finished it all?" Mom asked. "Yes, every last drop," Roger said with a laugh. "Good girl!" she said, reaching out and petting the top of my head. "So, are you ready to get dressed?" "OK Mommy, what do you want me to wear?" "Something nice and cute, something that suits your personality. I know that you don't want anything too girly or two childish, right? Something rather neutral. And I respect that. I want you to feel comfortable. So, like I promised you, it won't be a skirt or a dress. The only time you'll have to wear a dress will be at the party. I'm thinking that one- piece black shorts jumper thing that you wore the other day when we gave you the antidote. It's not too girly, but not too masculine either, and not babyish but still youthful looking. I have the black panties and bra set for you to wear with it, too. We just have to find a somewhat private place for you to change." "But Mommy, isn't that a little too, I mean, they'll see my, um, navel." "Your BELLY-BUTTON is adorable, sweetie, and they SHOULD be able to see it. It's really cute when little girls have theirs showing - it makes them look cute and fun, and that's what you are. So it's good that it will show. There's no reason to keep it covered. That's one of the reasons you're going to wear it!" "But Mommy, grown-up women never wear things that show their belly- button!" I said with a pout. "Sure they do, sometimes! Lots of fashions have it showing, even for adults." "But not sophisticated women. Not when they want people taking them seriously." "But you're not a woman, your a little girl. You're not sophisticated, and there's no reason that people should be treating you as if you were. You're a cute, fun little girl, and we want you to have fun. We want people to see you as something to have fun with." "I'm not a toy!" I said, a little more forcefully than I'd intended. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude." I saw that Mom was losing her patience. She said, clearly annoyed, "You ARE a toy, Jasmine. You're not ONLY a toy, but you're a toy too. Just like you're not only a pet, but you ARE our pet. You're not just an animal, but you're definitely partly animal - especially after we've seen what you're capable of eating just now. And you're not only human, but you're partially human, right? Maybe just a small part. "And from what we've seen especially these past few days, you LOVE being treated like a toy or a pet as long as you're not explicitly reminded that that's how you're being treated. Maybe it's good for you to hear the truth sometimes. Maybe it's not good that we let you pretend it's not the case. "Now as I'm sure you can see, I'm losing patience with you, so stop arguing. That's what you're wearing, end of story. You know what they say about first impressions! I want my brothers and their families to feel happy for us that you've come into our family and to see how cute and adorable and fun-loving you are. I expect you to behave and act the part, and not embarrass me." 'Oh shit!' I thought to myself. 'I'm in big trouble now.' But then I got distracted. I heard something. I listened, and heard it again. And then I jumped into Roger's arms and said, "Hold me tight! Please!" To my surprise he pried my arms off his neck and almost threw me back to the ground. "No!" he said. "I'm not holding you! You're behaving very badly. You owe Mom an apology." I guess he thought I was scared or sad because of what Mom had said, and I looked to him for comfort and reassurance. I had no doubt that in such a case, he'd be taking Mom's side, not mine. But that wasn't it at all. "No, Roger, you don't understand. I'm in danger. I need you to hold on to me." "In danger of what? Apologize to your mother! I'm not holding you until she says I should." "Mommy, I'm sorry about the way I spoke. I shouldn't have said that. I apologize. Everything you said is right. I am your toy, your pet, more animal than human. It's all true. But PLEASE, please let Roger hold me! I really am in danger." Mom lost her anger and seemed to get worried. She said, "Pick her up." Roger did. Then Mom said, "How are you in danger? Can you explain?" "There's an animal somewhere in the forest. A big one. It smells me, and wants me. And I feel almost powerless against it, like if it continues to call to me like that I won't be able to resist and I will obey it. If you're not holding on to me I won't be able to disobey it. And it wants to take me away and do bad things to me." "Bad things?" Mom asked, concerned. "What kind of bad things? What could it do to you? You're immortal." "It wants to... um... have sex with me. It's a big animal, maybe a lion or tiger or bear. I don't stand a chance. If it gets hold of me it will be able to do anything it wants to me. It's not sick, it's just hungry and, you know, horny... As long as you're holding onto me I feel more compulsion to obey and submit to you than I do to it. But, like I said, if you let go of me, if I'm totally free, and still hearing its call, I don't think I'll be able to resist. I'll have to run to it and let it do what it wants." I started to cry. "Please, protect me!" Mom stroked my hair and said, "Don't cry, baby. We'll protect you. Don't worry, you're safe with us." "Are we really?" Randy asked, sounding scared himself. "If it's some sort of lion that wants to get its hands on her, who's to say that it won't come out of the forest and attack us so that it can get her?" I said, "I don't think that will happen. Firstly, it's still quite far away. And it's not in the mood to fight humans. It seems to be able to tell - maybe by reading my thoughts or something - when I'm free, and when I'm not. So it knows that I'm under your control and isn't calling out to me now. If you put me down, though, it will know and it will start again." "Still, I don't think we should stay here too long," Randy said. "Why don't we go? What if she's wrong? I don't mean lying, just mistaken?" "I don't think so," Mom said. "She has animal instincts, she knows what's going on. But we can leave, as soon as she's wearing the black jumper. Randy, go to the car and get a long leash out of the toolbox in the trunk, the toolbox that that woman gave us after she came to put the chips in Jasmine. I'm guessing you still don't want us to see you naked. So we'll lock a leash to your collar so that you can't get away, and we'll give you a little privacy while you change. Once you're ready, we'll lock you into the car seat and take the leash off." I didn't say anything. The leash meant something to me, at least psychologically, but I knew that practically what she was suggesting was the best solution. And once Randy locked it to my collar, I felt a whole lot safer and calmer. I even reached over and thanked him for it with a kiss! Roger put me down and said, "Don't worry, you'll never get away from us now." I tested the chain a bit, happily confirming to myself that it was effectively restraining me, smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Mommy," I said. "I'm sorry about before. I forget sometimes. Sometimes it's hard for me, in my mind, to admit to myself what I've become. But of course, you're right. I mean, I'm locked by my neck to a chain and I'm actually happy about this. I'm clearly not human anymore. Definitely not totally. I'm lucky that I'm your pet and not just a wild animal, otherwise... think about what would be happening to me now. I'll try to be better about obeying and letting you choose my outfits and stuff... I mean, realistically, animals normally don't get to wear ANY clothes, right? So I'm lucky that you're letting me wear anything. And I'm really grateful that you're considering my feelings about what I'm not comfortable with wearing yet. If you want me to show them my navel, then, as uncomfortable as it might make me feel, I will have to do so, and I'll just have to get used to it." "I'm really happy to hear you say that, sweetie. Except for one thing - I don't want you to say 'navel' ever again - little girls like you say 'belly button'. Remember that please. And as for the rest, I'm really happy that I have you, and that you are exactly as you are. I wouldn't change you for anything, OK? And don't worry, I wouldn't say that you're an animal now. You have a lot in common with animals, true, and a lot in common with humans too. And stuff in common with toys, even. But none of those things is what you really are - you are just simply YOU. You are a Jasmine. The prophets call you a 'creature', and that's probably the best description that we can use, because you're alive, but you're not really anything else that we know. I do think, though, that 'pet' is probably the most accurate description, after 'creature'. Because while most pets are animals, people also have other kinds of pets - like pet rocks, for example. Even ideas - you've heard of a 'pet peeve'. And pets can be people, too - 'teacher's pet'. So, 'pet' doesn't define your essence, but it does quite accurately describe your function. Do you agree?" I thought for a while and said, "I'm a pet. Yes, you're right. About everything you said. Thank you. I'm happy to be your pet - the three of you, the family's pet." Mom took the leash from Roger's hand and started leading me towards the car. I followed, like an obedient pet. As we walked passed a group of picnic benches, we saw a young family having a picnic together. A young, NORMAL family. And I noticed they young daughter, who must have been about twelve years old. I noticed how her family was treating her. Mom pulled on my leash and I followed her all the way to the car. My brothers were there, too. "Hold this," Mom said to Roger, and handed him the end of the leash. Then, to me she said, "Face the car so that they don't see what you don't want them to see." I was about to turn and face the car, but she grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards it, and pushed me a little closer to it, so that I was only a few centimetres away. Then she took my arms and raised them above my head. A moment later, she had removed my shirt. She I felt really vulnerable standing there in only the tiny tight shiny shorts and the shiny bra, but I obediently remained with my arms in the air, waiting to be told that I could lower them. In the meantime, Mom was sliding the shirt along my leash until it reached Roger's hand. Roger slipped it off the leash. Mom came back to me. "Sorry about this," she said. "But I don't think we can do it another way while keeping the leash on you - the other parts you'll be able to do yourself." I started to lower my arms, and she said, "No, keep them up for one more moment." Then she slipped my bra up, over my head, up my arms, and along the chain as well! I was so shocked that she had done that to me right there in the open, with my brothers watching everything! I was standing there in NOTHING but the tiny skintight shorts! At least my back was turned towards them. But I felt so helpless and vulnerable! A little timidly, not knowing if I would be allowed to, I began to lower my arms to try to shield my breasts with my hands. Mom said, "Jasmine, work on your obedience, your patience, and your self-restraint. I know you feel uncomfortable and want to cover your chest, but despite all that, keep your arms up until I allow you to put them down." Shaking, I returned my arms to their vertical position. "Good girl. Excellent. You're behaving exceptionally, now. OK, you may now cover your breasts with your hands." "Thanks, Mommy," I said, doing so quickly. "You don't need to put anything else over your head now. The black bra that you'll be wearing with your other outfit fastens in the back, so it doesn't need to go over your head. You should be able to manage with the shorts on your own. So here's a bag with the rest of the clothes - a bra, panties, and the jumper. You can take it in your teeth if you want, since you're holding your chest with your hands. Roger, come a little closer so that the leash will reach. Jasmine, walk around the car to the other side. Roger will hold the leash above ethe car. On the other side you'll have some privacy from us. Finish changing your clothes. Be careful with these nice silvery shorts, put them straight into the bag so they don't get dirty. you'll need help with the buttons on the jumper, so come back around when you're done." I had to turn to the side to walk around the car, which meant that my brothers got to see more of me. My hands were tiny and didn't cover much, but luckily my breasts were tiny too. I was hoping that they were looking away, but as I walked past them Mom said, "Look, boys, at how truly beautiful she is! Like a sculpture! Such perfect beauty is not humanly possible!" "I know," Roger said. "We're lucky about that antidote." On the other side of the car, I hoped that my mother and brothers weren't able to see me through the windows, or even above the car roof. As it was, I was totally open and visible to anyone who would walk or drive past the car on the other side, and that was the side open to the highway. But there didn't seem to be any traffic. I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible and stuck my hand into the bag to remove the bra. "Start with the shorts, honey," Mom called out from the other side of the car. "That'll be easiest, and protect them the best. Once they're off and in the bag, then put on the panties, then the bra, and lastly the jumper. OK sweetie? Good girl." What was I supposed to do? I knew that I couldn't disobey. It was hard for me emotionally to take my hands off my breasts and begin. I kept looking to see how well I could see my brothers through the car windows - I could see them quite well. It didn't look like they were specifically trying to look at me through the windows, but it also didn't look like they were purposely trying to look away. Then Mom said "If you're having trouble, I can ask Randy to go around and help you. I'm sure he can do it by touch, without having to look at you naked." "No, Mommy, thanks but I'm managing." I tightly shut my eyes and moved my hands away from my breasts. I took my shorts off. I kept my body facing the car. At least my crotch was well below the window level of the car. The danger was not from my brothers - as long as they stayed on their side of the car; the danger was if people walked by on the other side, or cars that drove by. I decided that if they were going to see some of my private parts, I'd rather it be my butt than my vagina. So I stayed facing the car. "Fold your shorts properly please before putting them in the bag," Mom instructed me. "Yes, Mommy," I said, removing the shorts from the bag, folding them, and putting them back in again. And at that moment, a car drove by. I was standing there wearing nothing; well, nothing except for a rather obvious collar and leash! If they had cared to look out their right windows, whoever was in the car would have seen my completely naked back, head to toe! I felt quite mortified! And then my mother said, "You know what, Jasmine, I'd rather keep those shorts nice and clean. Do me a favour and bring them to me before you continue getting dressed. I want to put them away safely." "But Mommy, I'm naked!" I protested. "Please don't make me do that! I put them carefully into the bag like you told me." "Take them out and bring them here. Don't worry about being naked - you can stay hiding behind the car, just come over towards the side of the car so you can hand them to me. Nobody will see you. You can hold your shorts in your mouth and cover your breasts with your hands again if you want." "But Mommy, didn't you see? A car drove by! I really want to get dressed as quickly as possible!" "That car drove by very quickly. I'm sure they didn't notice anything. Don't worry about it, there's nothing you can do now. And if you really want to get dressed quickly then just do as your told and stop questioning every step of the way." "OK Mommy," I said, disappointed. But I did as told, holding the shorts in my mouth, covering my breasts with my hands, and carefully walking over towards the side of the car. Mom reached around and took the shorts from me and stroked my face. "Good girl," she said. "So beautiful and so obedient." As I was inching my way back to the middle of the side of the car, another car drove by, the other way. Actually, I thought it probably was the same one as before. This one came by in the other direction, breaking the law and driving the wrong way. And it drove by quite slowly. And due to my super sensitive hearing, I could tell that they were definitely looking at me, commenting, joking, and taking pictures. I felt so violated and so helpless! "Mom, did you see what happened?" "You're supposed to call me 'Mommy', remember? And I saw, but don't worry about it. you're just a little girl to them, it's no big deal. Don't think about it. They're total strangers, they have no idea who you are. I'm sure you'll never see them again. Just start putting your panties on." As I was bent over, sliding my panties up my legs, the car drove past again. I didn't even bother complaining to Mom about it that time, knowing it was pointless. The panties I'd been given were string-bikini style; not thongs - they covered the essentials in front and back, but they were extremely tiny nonetheless and the front and back were connected by a single very thin black elastic. When I was struggling unsuccessfully to fasten closed my bra, the car drove past again. I was really annoyed. "Mom, I need help fastening the bra," I said. "Sure," she said. "Randy, do you want to go help her?" "What? No! Please, Mom. Can't you do it? I don't want him seeing me like this." "You can't remember what my name is to you, so no, I won't help you. But Randy, please do it with your eyes closed. You can trust him, Jasmine, he's your brother." "How can I do it with my eyes closed?" he asked. "Walk around the car. Just before you reach the other side, close your eyes, with one hand on the car. Keep walking with your eyes closed. Jasmine, when he gets close to you, touch him so that he can stop walking. Then just feel her body until you find her bra, and fasten it for her behind her back. Remember, she's not capable of using her fingers for that." I hated this idea, but that's what happened. I hoped that Randy was actually closing his eyes, because if not... 'Finding' my bra seemed to entail feeling my body in a lot of places. But he did it for me. "Thank your brother for being so kind and understanding. Give him a hug and a kiss," Mom said. "I can't wait till I'm wearing my clothes?" "What's the difference? His eyes are closed." So I hugged and kissed him. And he hugged me back, picking me up in the air as he did so. "Thanks for understanding, and keeping your eyes closed," I said. After he put me down, 'accidentally' touching me in far too many places, he felt his way back around the car to the other side. As I was waiting for him to do so, the car came back. And this time, it parked just across the street. "Hurry and put on your jumper," Mom said. Then Roger said, "I'm going over to that car to give them a piece of my mind. Randy, hold Jazz's leash. Don't worry, Jasmine, I won't look at you. But I gotta do this to defend your honour." I started to worry about Roger. I quickly stepped into the jumper and pulled it up and into place. I could tell that Roger was in danger and I needed to help him. I quickly walked around the car to where Randy and Mom were, holding the jumper closed with my hands. "Mommy, would you please close the buttons for me?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie, I will, since you asked so nicely." And she did. And then I heard Roger gasp loudly. "Let me go," I said to Randy in a panic, trying unsuccessfully to pull the lash out of his grip. "Roger is in danger, I need to go save him." "Is it safe to let go?" "Yes, don't worry. I'm imprinted on him, and I'm feeling that connection very strongly now. I need to go save him. Don't worry, I can't run. Biologically I have to go help him." "Let go," Mom said. So Randy let go of my leash. And I ran, really really fast, to Roger's side. One of the guys in the car was pointing a gun at him. "Grab my leash," I said to Roger, handing it to him. When he took it, I said, "Now you can tell me what to do. I feel your control. For instance, tell me to punish these guys, or something like that. I'm protecting you, don't worry, they can't hurt you anymore. I can catch a bullet mid-air." Roger understood what I was telling him. He yanked on my leash and said "I order you to take away their gun and punish them. Make them sorry, make them hurt for what they've done to you and to me. And get their cameras too, or at least erase them." I lept into action. I used my breath to put the two guys in a daze. Then I took their gun and unloaded it. Then I leaned into the car and climbed in onto the guys. I got their camera phones and gave them to Roger. And then I unzipped their pants, took out their penises and did something to them. "Done," I said after I climbed out of the car and into Roger's open arms. "What did you do?" he asked me as he carried me away from them. "They'll sleep like that in their car for maybe 30 minutes I think. When they wake up, they'll have really bad pain in their penises, especially when they get an erection. It will go away in three to four days, probably. I don't think doctors will be able to help. Oh, and they won't remember us or how they got here." "Amazing!" Mom said, hearing the last part of my explanation. "Is everyone OK? I mean, of the four of us? Did anyone get hurt?" "I'm OK, thanks to Jasmine who came to my rescue!" He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. As we walked back to the car, I saw the other family - the one who'd been having the picnic - walking back towards their car. I decided to say something to my mother. "Mommy, may I say something to you, please?" "Sure, baby, what is it?" "Well, you see that family? You see that young girl? Well, I was thinking, that if you really wanted me to wear a dress, well, I don't think the dress that she's wearing is that bad. I'd wear one like that for you, if you wanted." "Really? A dress?" "Yeah, well, it's a dress so that makes it feminine, right? But other than that it really is quite neutral. It's made of jeans, it's not super tight, and it's not super short. And it buttons all the way up, and has sleeves, and doesn't show the stomach. I think I'd be OK wearing that as a casual outfit." Randy said, "Do you want us to attack her and steal her clothes for you?" "No! Of course not!" I said. He laughed. I'd taken him seriously, not realizing that he was just joking. Mom laughed at the fact that I'd taken him seriously. "THAT dress wouldn't fit you anyway, that girl's much bigger than you. Obviously you were talking about the style of that dress, not the same exact one!" "Yes, Mommy, that's what I meant." "Would you rather wear a dress like that than what you're wearing now?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "If you wanted me to it would be fine. I don't really care either way, I just thought I should tell you that I'm OK with it." I was lying. I did prefer that dress. It was quite a bit longer than the shorts I was wearing, and it kept so much more of the wearer's body covered! But I worried about admitting that to Mom. "I'm glad you told me! It's good to know that you're not completely categorically opposed to skirts and dresses anymore. Well, I think you deserve a reward for telling me that, so if we pass by a Target or another cheap clothing store on the way to Tom's, we can go inside and see if we find something like that." Roger buckled me into my seat, leaving the leash still attached to my collar but letting go of it. He sat in the back beside me, and Mom drove, with Randy beside her. And after driving for maybe three minutes, we passed a Target! So we went inside. My leash was disconnected, and Roger carried me straight from the car into the store. Inside, Mom told him that he could put me down, but he said he'd rather keep holding me. So he did, nearly the entire time we were in the store!