Little Sister's Slave 3

By Xhumil
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Copyright 2021 by Xhumil, all rights reserved

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History:
16 year old Scott Jenkins has been legally defined as a slave due to picking the wrong photo booth for his holiday passport. His dad has given him to his little 13 year old sister Carrie, along with her friend Jenny and her 14 year old brother Doug now controls his life. He share a room with Doug but sleeps on the floor. Their mum and dad are there along with Jenny’s mum Lisa and her dad.



From: Scott.J@freemail.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Clandu

Hi uncle Jim

Sorry for keep writing to you, you are literally the only person I can talk to who's not part of my nightmare, and I'm never sure when I’ll get another chance.

The conditioning law sounds very scary, but it's so unfair and just humiliating having to do everything she says, and fully on display while doing it. I mean I used to help change her nappies and now she owns me!

I also can't think of anyone who'd want to experience what I did in the airport. It was thoroughly degrading.

Thanks for telling me I'm good looking it was a nice thing to say and made me feel better.

We arrived Friday night, and today is Monday, the third full day. So much happened over the last 2 days I just couldn’t hold back, I need to get it off my chest and tell you in case I’m never allowed to send anything gain.

As a treat Doug has let me use his phone tonight. Its cool for him, he gets all the same privileges as his sister which I don’t understand. He gets the same pocket money as his sister too and even got Internet access from his phone.

Its not fair that I didn’t get any of that before, but now I’m a slave I get nothing at all. I think that's even more unfair, but Saturday was especially hard on me which I’m still trying to process but its kind of helped me start to accept my new position.

So Saturday, the first real day, everyone was excited about their new surroundings. I served everyone breakfast and was in the kitchen when I heard my dad asking Carrie how she was going to dress her slave. She said she liked me naked, and thats how she’s going to keep me... I went back in to serve more tea, mainly so I could hear better.

He then asked her what about outside in the town and around people, and she said naked everywhere. Dad didn’t flinch, maybe he thought she was joking or it would be good for me somehow. He asked her if she would be embarrassed for people to see her with a naked boy. Errr hello!!! Why her, what about me being embarrassed seen naked?

She reached out and pulled me to the table by my willy and said, “no, i like him like this. It shows him his place, everyone can see the collar so will know he's just a slave. If I let him wear clothes he’ll just to forget his place and boss us around. That will probably get him arrested” This was interesting logic that is just the sort of crap mum and dad fall for. She's using it against me, this whole situation is distinctly unfair. Mum and dad seemed to consider this and told me to get more toast. I mean even E2 gets to wear clothes. That's Lucy Dorridge’s slave. He wears that grey thing. He's like her shadow I think he even goes in all her classes with her. I'd forgotten all about him, no one even notices him. I wonder if he goes in the girls changing room too… hmm. That's the only other slave we know so why isn't Carrie using that as a reference and giving me clothes? Where's this naked crap come from? Will I turn into a mindless dromedary like E2 uncle Jim? I don't think I'll like that.

All mum and dad could say to Carrie was to keep an eye on me and keep me under control. So that was settled then! I tried to object but Carrie squeezed my balls causing me to squeal which made dad laugh. He told me that I hadn’t been told to speak so should keep quiet and I should hurry up with the toast before my mistress punishes me. They all laughed, I didn't find this funny. For what should have been just a game, or a joke, this all seemed a bit full-on.

Anyway, I continued to serve breakfast and pour drinks. I was instructed to always stand by the last person I served in case they had more orders, which I did.

Everyone seems to absent-mindedly play with my peenie while I'm waiting next to them. I'm beginning to think they're ordering me to get them stuff, things that they could reach themselves, simply so that they can play with my peenie after.

Its degrading, but actually I'm starting to get used to it now. I’m proud of my peenie, I guess you haven't seen it since I was a kid. Its quite weighty and above average length I’d say, compared with others in the showers at school that is. It's not bent like some I've seen too, so no wonder they all want to grab it, even if I do say so myself. I was struggling with the idea that my little sister and her friend's family have so much access to it though, but I guess that's part of being a slave.

The Dads didn't do it, and mum tended to rub my leg or fiddle with my fingers. Jenny’s mum, played with it lots, and my bum. She kept saying what a handsome boy I was too. They almost pretended I wasn’t there while they twiddle with it. The only exception to this was Doug. Oh he did the peenie play, lots of it, but if his hands got messy while eating, which they constantly seem to, he’d order me to crouch next to him and use my hair as a serviette. I still have that long fringe that flops down, he either wraps his hands round that, or just smears them over my head from the crown downwards. Making me messy seems to be a thing of his, but I’ll get onto that later, as I have a theory why.

After I had cleared the breakfast stuff away I was ordered to make the beds while the others had their showers. Lisa, I mean Mrs. Larson, thats what I have to call her now, showed me how a proper bed was made, with hospital corners and stuff like that. She slapped me every time I got it wrong, sometimes on my bum, often on my balls.

We started in Doug's room and I practiced on his bed. When that was right she kicked all my bedding under his bed. Each comfy bed I made just reminded me of the new contrast, thinking of my sheet and blanket on the hard floor now screwed up under Doug's bed.


After their showers and a bit more tea, mum slathered sun cream all over me then we left the adults and all headed into town. They were all dressed in their best holiday clothes, and I was naked! I felt so humiliated I sobbed all the way there. To make things worse, everytime I covered my willy one of them would swat my bottom and tell me to put my hands on my head. It was still sticky from all the jam Doug had wiped in my hair during breakfast while I was being his serviette. He even cleaned a honey covered knife on my head.

When we got to the main square, which looked really nice, with a big square fountain in the middle, they sat on a bench and kept ordering me to go into different shops to buy them stuff. This was exceptionally humiliating especially after my sister pointed out that I was the only person naked in the whole square. I think I was the only naked person in the whole town actually, if not the country. I saw a few slave collars, but they were all dressed. Some were even very smart.

It wasn’t a super busy square, but there were plenty of people to see my willy bobbing about and my bottom, and there were always people in the cafe to watch me. Come to think of it, the cafe got busier as the day went on, all stopping for a coffee and watching me.

Then Jenny played with my dick to make it hard before she sent me to the shop. It was devastating, they were just laughing, I was mortified, walking across the square and back into the shop with my willy swaying about in front of me. It was still pointing out in front as I walked back. Carrie started going "Boing.. boing" as it bounced from 1 side to the other, the others soon joined in. She held her hand up to make me stop and they all fell silent. Beconing me forward again they'd resumed their musical accompaniment of my cock. This happened a few times then they made me do star jumps with even louder "boings" for my cock. They were in hysterics. I think I would have too if I wasn't so fragile at that point.

Eventually, after about 4 more trips to the same shop, loudly drawing attention to my hard cock, I'd had enough, I shouted at them that this was a crap game and they’d had their fun and I wasn't playing any more.

I stormed back to the house to tell my dad that it wasn’t right and that I wanted my clothes back. I was still a free boy and this was just a paperwork mix up, and this slavery game just wasn’t funny, even though I've humiliated myself playing along they still needed to treat me like family and let me enjoy my holiday. That's what I was going to say.

When I got back to the house, the first thing he demanded from me was where the others were. I said I’d left them and then told him what had happened.

He slapped me and said that I could have been picked up by slave traders, and I have to stay with the others, and I’m their slave I have to just do what they say. I couldn’t believe it. I tried to argue but he said this was the problem with me, and why I'm always in trouble. If the police caught me being confrontational they'd send me to a conditioning centre.

I didn’t even get the chance to tell him the bit about still being his son. It seemed quite clear at this point that there is no joke or game being played out. Mum gave me a cloth and told me to polish the floor while I waited for the others.

When Carrie arrived back at the villa dad shouted at her for letting me go on my own, nothing about what they did to me, He told her off for not controlling me properly and that I’ve been speaking without permission and how embarrassed he was in front of Jenny’s mum and dad.

I’m fetching errands for my little sisters in a small town naked and hard for all to see and he’s worried about him being embarrassed?

He continued on about how he’s entrusted me to her for my future development, and if she can’t learn to control me properly he will take me away from her. This actually sounded like a good avenue for me to work on to get away from her enslavement.

But then the bombshell! He told her that Mrs. Larson had offered him a pretty good price for me and if Carrie didn’t train me properly he’d sell me off to Jenny's mum just as fast as he’d given me to her. The last thing he said was to train me better and make good use of her paddle.

I was stunned. He didn’t care what they'd been doing to me, how humiliated and degraded I've been, just how he looked in front of Jenny’s mum and dad, and he would sell me! He's been bartering over me already. I'm beginning to wonder if this was just a paperwork mix up after all.

Thinking about it, why was there never a bed for me in the villa, even if I had been a free boy? I mean they invited us knowing I was coming didn’t they? Had Mrs. Larson planned all this? She seemed pretty keen to rush my mum to the slave photo booth, and now she’s offering to buy me on the first day we’re here. She’s always saying how cute I am, clinging to my erection at breakfast like it was a hand-rail…..My head was spinning. I could hear Doug and Jenny whining at their mum “can we have him, please mum, please..” Doug seemed the most insistent, "I'll look after him and train him" which wasn’t too bad, but what about when he gets bored of me, would he sell me and get a video game instead? But all that's beside the point, my family consided selling me!?

I know I’ve been a bit uncooperative and moody over the last few months, my grades have bombed and I’ve got into a couple of fights, but I've not been bad enough for them to sell me! Have I? I realised I was crying at this point, but there was nothing I could do about it. This is so unfair. I was free and happy 3 days ago, now I’m naked, have nothing and am a slave belonging to my little sister.

So, after the dressing down Carrie received from dad she got her/my paddle, and the other two and all 3 marched me back to the square from where I had stormed off earlier.

She sat on the bench and pulled me over to her by my willy, making me kneel in front of her. Tousling my hair she kissed my forehead and said “I love you, and don’t want to lose you, but dad will sell you if you don’t sort yourself out!”
"Please don’t let him sell me” I begged, my voice was actually cracking at this point “I’ll do anything, I’ll be really good, just please”

She told me that she couldn’t take me back to the villa unless I at least had a red bottom, but we really needed to show him that she was responsible, and for my own benefit they need to break me and condition me for service. I think she’s been looking stuff up on the Internet again.

She led me over the fountain, lent me over the wall and paddled me. Up until this point the only person in my life ever to have beaten me for bad behaviour has been my little sister. It's a sad, sobering and quite humiliating thought. She then told Doug to push my head into the water, and she continued paddling and paddling and paddling. Eventually my head was pulled out for a quick breath then plunged back in while they all took it in turns to paddle me. Every 10 swats or so Doug pulled my head out so I could gasp some air then pushed it back in again. 10 swats doesn't sound like a long time without breath but the swats make you want to scream and breathe hard. I was already out of breath from the first big set, and he didn't always let me get a full breath. When they had finished a few rounds each he pulled my head out and just let me flop onto the floor choking and gasping for breath, I nearly drowned.

The girls went back to the bench and watched me from there. Doug went into the shop and returned with a full grocery bag. He pushed my head back into the fountain and hand spanked me for a bit and let me flop back on the floor while he poured a bag of flour from his groceries over my wet head. It instantly stuck to my hair, my shoulders, and anywhere wet, which was most of me. My pubes were now a clumpy doughy mess. He then dragged me over his knee by my balls and spanked me again. I’ve never cried so much. I heard the girls laughing and saying I looked like a ghost with all the flour.

He pushed me on the floor and before I had a chance to recover they all got up and walked off.
"Oi Casper. Hurry up".
"Sorry miss" I choked.
The nudity is deeply humiliating, but pouring this stuff on my head takes the humiliation to a whole new level. I saw my reflection in a shop window, not only have they humiliated me with the nudity, but with that stuff all over me they’ve completely taken any dignity I could have salvaged. I’m no longer me, I was proud of my hair and now its a mushy mess. I wonder if its easier for people to treat me badly when I look less like a boy and more of a dirty animal.

No one in the square helped me, probably because I’m still wearing this stupid slave collar they welded round my neck at the airport.

I wonder if my family accepted me as a slave so easily at the airport when I was covered in that white goo? Maybe if I was clean and looked like their son after they learned my new status they would have still treated me like their son and ignored the slave thing. I don’t know, it's just not fair, and now I’m naked, look ridiculous, am in pain and crying like a baby. I’m not really a crier, but look uncle Jim….my world has just collapsed my family want to sell me!

As we went through the woods on the way back to the villa, Carrie used one of my shoe laces to tie my balls to a stick that she’d placed behind my bottom so I couldn’t stand up straight. Now I was stooped over, balls stretched behind me, and to make it harder to walk I have a loose shoe flopping about. They kept throwing things back along the trail to make me hobble-run to fetch them. All the time they continued on toward the villa. As I returned each item they kept shouting in my face that I wasn’t quick enough, and useless and selling me to get a new set of clothes. They kept swatting me and slapping and kicking my balls, each throw seemed to go further back along the path, sometimes into undergrowth and stinging nettles. They continued shouting at me, I continued to apologise to sir or ma'am or thanked them every time they spanked me. They kept me at the point of crying for the rest of the trip back.

When we returned to the villa and my dad saw the state I was in he seemed a little shaken, but proud of Carrie. "We're not done with little Casper yet dad he still thinks he's the big boy in charge. We're giving him a lasting reminder of his place"

My Sister led me out to the balcony and pushed me down on my back. Doug appeared with a razor and foam, then the girls proceeded to shave off my pubes they shaved every hair off my body below the neck.

The whirlwind of degradation has been too much, I just laid there crying. Doug and the parents all watched my utter debasement as I was returned to being a baldy little boy. I was so proud of those pubes I'd been cultivating them over the last 3 years.

The humiliation was unbearable, made all the worse when Doug felt my privates saying "what a cute little boy with his baldy peeny I was." To push it further he shoved my hand down his pants so I could feel his nicely developing Bush. "That's what a big boy's like Casper, you little peeny pup. Who's boss?"
"You are sir" Crushed I just lay there in a pool of water, foam and discarded pubes.
"Look at the mess you've made Casper." Doug continued. "Get it clean baldy boy" He made me scrub the balcony floor on my hands and knees. One of them would kick the bucket over soaking everywhere again and scream at me to get on with the job. Just as I nearly finished Doug poured something over my head from his shopping bag. That stuff would drip on the floor and he’d paddle me because of the additional mess I was making. My head was constantly dribbling gunk, so as fast as I could wipe the floor my head was covering the same ground with its dribbles of goo..

Everyone retired to the lounge, dad looked a bit shaken but mum put an arm around him. They all played cards although Doug and the girls took it in turns to come out and repeat this awful messy and degrading process well into the night.

On a couple of Doug’s visits to the balcony, he shielded his own privacy but made me suck his dick, forcing it into my mouth. It's a fair size too, especially when hard, he made me choke as he pressed my nose against his pubes, asking me why I had none. "Because I'm a baldy peenie boy sir" I'd choke.

I could hear them inside laughing and joking and having fun. Eventually, at about 2 o'clock in the morning, they allowed me to complete the job simply by not pouring any more crap on me. Doug rubbed flour into my hair making it a doughy ball which really helped to stop it dripping.

About an hour after leaving me alone to finish Carrie came and fully inspected my work she told me not to be a naughty boy again, and that she didn’t enjoy doing that stuff to me, but they would keep doing it everyday if necessary until I learned my place. Also if I didn’t sort myself out she’d get dad’s permission to sell me herself.
I had tears streaming down my face again as I replied “yes miss, sorry miss, I understand miss, sorry miss” tired and broken I agreed to everything. Anything she said, I said “Yes Miss”. Content that she'd broken me in, she locked me out on the balcony and went to bed.

That night I didn’t sleep very well. A few times one of the girls or Doug would come out and cuddle me telling me that things are going to get better for me, and thats the one thing I can control. I think I kept seeing a shadow in the lounge all night too. I think mum may have been watching that I was OK. I hope so anyway.

Yesterday, they brought me in from the balcony after that long sleepless night, and after serving breakfast they led me back into town again.
I caught a glimpse of myself in a couple of windows. I still hadn't been allowed to shower since the conditioning and looked like a dishevelled street urchin that they’d rescued from a bin, my hair was matted and my peenie was bald. "Peenie" That's the only word I'm allowed to use for it now. This is going to be one set of holiday photos I never want to see. They've taken my looks, my dignity and now my pubes.

I carried out every order given, I didn’t speak unless spoken to, I was still paddled a bit when they thought I wasn’t quick enough to act on an order, but despite feeling sad, sore and dejected, and the wretched congealed state I was in, the day went pretty well.

As a treat for behaving they took me to the beach in the afternoon. I loved the beach, they let me swim, and the water covered my nudity which was fantastic. Underwater I couldn’t hear them anymore so I was totally free again, with my free pennie enhancing that feeling of freedom. When I'm free again I'm totally going to skinny dip!

I found that walking out of the water to the beach nude was like being stripped naked all over again with a new wave of humiliation, especially without my pubes, but I didn't cover up.

Jenny was good to me ensuring I was always covered in sun cream.

I was able to get a bit of the previous night’s punishment gunk off me too, but no matter how hard I swam or thrashed in the water huge doughy globs still clung to my hair. Something that entertained Doug, and he seemed pretty proud of as he combed through them with his fingers. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my back as he worked.

Having now accepted my place, and that my little sister Carrie was now my owner and superior, i'm hoping, as is everyone else, that the conditioning is complete and we can start afresh. We are all looking forward to enjoying the rest of our holiday relative to our social positions of course, and with me firmly in my place. At the bottom.

When we returned to the villa I was made to stand with my arms outstretched so mum and Mrs. Larson could inspect me and see if I was clean enough to complete my abandoned morning chores such as making the beds. I just about passed the test and set about my work.

The bathroom also needed a clean which Mrs. Larson asked Carrie to set me on. I'm learning on the job, but even Doug noticed bits I'd missed and punished me for them, that embarrassed my mum apparently, so she punished me too. She didn't bog-wash me though as Doug had done to punish me, but that's Doug isn't it. No, mum just slapped me on the leg, and not very hard either. I think mum still loves me and I can get her back. I’ll be good.

Once the cleaning was complete I prepared dinner under the two mums' direction, that was fun. I think I enjoy cooking.

I served drinks while dinner was cooking, and attended my main task of keeping all surfaces clean. I Wipe any drink rings that develop, Keep glasses topped and fetch anything ordered. This is my continuous task I must fit around all other tasks.

I set the table and eventually served dinner as usual.

I hadn't slept much the night before due to my conditioning, so was pretty tired. The beach was great, but without proper sleep it was almost like the conditioning was continuing.

Eventually Carrie and Jenny gave me a bath. They called Doug in to sort out the dried dough in my hair which he was only too pleased to do, then he sat on the toilet seat to watch them finish bathing me.

It was deeply awkward, they treated me like a little baby as they scrubbed my hair again and my body and tenderly washed my peenie. Jenny gave special attention to washing my bottom while Carrie talked about my conditioning still in baby talk, reminding me to be good, kissing my head and my tummy, saying how good I’ve been ‘today’. It was lovely but denigrating, and very humiliating having all 3 of them there while every part of my body was being touched and rubbed.

I continued to serve for a while, so when mum called me over to be a footstool it was a nice break. Jenny used her foot to spread my legs apart a bit so she could see my junk hanging down through my legs.

Eventually mum told Carrie to put me to bed as I was falling asleep.

Later when Doug came to bed he pulled me up off the floor and cuddled me in his bed. It was nice. I was really embarrassed when he played with my bald peenie but he said it looked good. He said it looks even bigger without the fur, and considered ordering me to shave his. We woke up cuddling this morning.

Monday
Both dads went home today just after breakfast. Before he went dad told me that he'll look into freedom papers for me but to do everything Carrie says before then. He also said watching my conditioning was hard for him but hopes it's done me good. He said I was going off the rails before. He thinks this may be a turning point for me to learn not to be so hot headed.


We mostly spent the day at the beach, it was awesome.

Later I did all my usual chores, and learned how to cook Paella, then after dinner the girls bathed me again.

Its amazing, just a few days ago if my sister had come into the bathroom when I was in there I’d have thrown things at her and shouted the house down. Now it's like a treat to have her bathe me.

I had to stay up until everyone had gone to bed tonight, and then clean up all the glasses and wipe everything down.

I think mum's leg is playing her up again as she needed me as a footstool again meaning I couldn't continuously keep the surfaces clean. I remembered to spread my knees a little tonight too so that my junk could be seen from all angles.

Jenny idly stroked my bum hole with her toes. I started being grossed out about how she could put her toes there but then realised she probably knows how clean it is better than I do considering how much attention she gives it in the bath. I think this week I'm the cleanest I've ever been in my life. And the dirtiest too!


Casper

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Scott.J@freemail.com
Subject: RE Clandu

Hey matey.

Firstly, stop feeling sorry for yourself for the things you had full control over when you were free. From what I remember you lost your Internet rights after that porn incident, and your pocket money was reduced to less than your sister's because your parents thought you were acting younger than her. But at 16 you could have got a job, you just didn't. You'll need your sister's permission to get a job now though lol.

And secondly, stop feeling sorry for yourself for the things you have no control over. You are now a slave! You have control over nothing, accept that or you'll eat yourself up.

But most importantly… you're a silly silly boy.
Are you fucking stupid? I warned you about getting picked up by Compliance Control. CC centres are all over the world you know. If you get sent for reconditioning your sister's efforts will feel like a walk in the park! Worse still if they find that Carrie was unfit to control you they can take you away from her, then they can sell you on. Have you any idea how much CC can get for a pretty boy like you?

Wake the fuck up you idiot, and start obeying your mistress!

Breaking you helps you accept your place and their superiority over you; it's a necessary part of slave husbandry. Your sister has been kind to you this time.

Believe me boy, if you disobey your mistress again I'll get her permission to come down there and condition you myself!


OK….
I had a long talk with your dad last night on the phone. You were such a lovely boy, we all loved you, but the last 2 years you've been a little shit. Falling grades, arguments, fights… Your dad said seeing you conditioned by your sister was very difficult for him, but not as upsetting as watching you go off the rails these last 2 years.

He's hoping that this slavery period will be good for you! Just don't get confiscated and sold!

I'm glad you've finally accepted your supplication to Carrie. You are her slave now, and hopefully she's got you under control. We're all incredibly proud of her.


Keep me posted with what's going on.

Jim









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