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I shivered, stirring cold and uncomfortable. And that wasn't right. He'd always held me afterwards before, kept me safe and warm in his arms, stroked my hair, told what a good girl I'd been. Even as I'd hated myself and everything I'd done, I'd craved His embrace. His strong hands and words of love... and He'd come back for me now... even after I'd betrayed his trust. But It'd hurt so bad that first time, I just couldn't stay quiet, I didn't mean for momma to hear.

His body leant over me, covering me in His shadow. I opened my eyes and looked up, my happy smile dying as His glassy eyes stared down at me accusingly, like he could see into my very soul. The creeping sense of wrongness grew as a sinister grin spread impossibly wide across His face. I'd lost Him once, and momma too... if He'd come back for me, forgiven me, maybe I could forgive myself. I'd be such a good girl, He'd never leave me again, we could... we could...

The thought exploded, and with it His image. He wasn't staring down at me, a boy was... a boy I... recognition came slowly, the fog wrapped around my brain drifting away bit by bit.

"huu" I groaned, struggling to free my voice muffled in my ears for some reason. My effort met with an amused grin. His lips quirked as he leant over me, eyes his eyes locked on mine. Moving closer until... Was he going to kiss me? He was certainly close enough, the slightest movement and his lips would meet mine. I blushed furiously in anticipation as I willed him to close the gap. And he turned away.

His lips parted, grazing my cheek as he spoke. "Welcome back slut," he spat out, blowing the last of the fog away with a cold, hard shock, dragging my mind kicking and screaming back into the present, "enjoy yourself? We sure did!"

I squeezed my eyes closed tight at his words, unable to avoid the mocking laughter that sprang up all around me. I could feel the pressure of a thousand eyes staring down at me as my disjointed memories slammed together, coalescing to show me everything that had just happened. What I'd just done... and why.

I wailed my heartbreak into the gag, raking my hands down over my face in anguish as each moment hammered down on me one after the other, willing the ground to open wide and swallow me whole...

"Uh-uh..." Bry... the Bitch's voice crooned as soft hands grabbed my wrists, "can't let you do that... Uncle Harvey wouldn't like that."

His name hit me like a bucket of ice water, freezing the blood in my veins as I realised - she knew, they all knew. The certainty that they had me at their mercy now blazed through my body like a streak of lightning - and I knew, she wouldn't even need the videos - she could destroy me with nothing more than a whisper in the wrong ear. He had already taken my mother from me, I couldn't lose anyone else.

"Better," she said cheerfully when I stopped struggling, laying there limp, unresisting. Numbed by the darkness pouring into my soul, "well, my little star, we got what we needed so it's time for your presents..."

She thrusted a jewellery box out towards me, dropping it onto my stomach with a frustrated grunt when I didn't reach out for it. The case flipped open as it landed, its contents glinting in the early evening light.

"You'll wear that ring for the year," she said conversationally, "so everyone knows you're our chosen one but, first things first," she frowned, her voice ringing with exaggerated disappointment as she continued, "you was a baaaad little girl earlier wasn't you now... playing with yourself like that in front of everybody! Hurting poor Taylor! It's time to play spin the dare!"

I didn't think I could feel any lower at that point, hurting & humiliated as I was. I'd soon find out how wrong I was.

The rules were simple, she'd explained, all I had to do was spin a bottle, whoever it landed on would draw a dare from the hat that I'd have to try, or I could pass and accept a forfeit... two strokes of the paddle she'd shown me on my already thoroughly spanked behind.

I'd have an hour, and would collect a forfeit for every dare failed and any remaining in the hat. A quick glance was all it took, the beanie she was holding was packed tight, stretched to its limits. There had to be over a hundred dares in there. Everyone knew an hour wouldn't even be close to enough time, but that was the point wasn't it... this whole things was just an excuse for them to inflict more pain and humiliation on me. But what choice did I have?

Things weren't too hard initially, humiliating certainly - designed to emphasis my nudity, but not impossible... if you didn't have two left feet that is... completing 20 sit ups in a minute left me flushed and sweaty, both from the exercise itself and the shame I felt every time the crowd cheered the view they were getting when my lips gaped open.

Trying to twerk landed me on my face and earned me my first punishment chit... too be collected later, bitch didn't mention that bit now did she... the thought of taking however many swats in one go left me shaking, my legs feeling so weak I struggled to regain my feet.... stand still while we tickle you - fail, dance, cartwheel, spin an imaginary hula hoop for 2 whole minutes - fail, fail, fail!

And then the bottle landed on Taylor fucking Monroe. He looked up from the card, looking at me like a drowning man might a bottle of water - "Kiss..."

"Forfeit!" The words passed my lips before he'd even finished the sentence. I might be trapped, they may be bending me to their will... but I wasn't broken yet dammit. I'd refuse to do anything for him or the bitch or, I supposed, my own personal Judas - if she ever dared show her face again.

He actually had the nerve to look hurt as the bottle span, jealous even when I didn't object to kissing some other boy I didn't know.

And then the orders got darker, more demeaning. 'Crawl to me like a doggy'... 'finger yourself'... 'shake that booty'... 'twist your nipples'... 'hump me like a dog in heat'... silent tears of shame streamed down my face, the stimulation too much, the evidence of my body's arousal grew impossible to hide as even as I silently screamed the worst curses I could imagine at them all - complying only to minimise the pain I'd be feeling later.

'Kiss Taylor'... the words took too long to register, he was stood in front of me, leaning in to press his lips to mine, trying to steal that which he'd been denied earlier.

"Forfeit, Forfeit, Forfeit!!" Spittle splashing across his face from the vehemence of words as I backed away, followed by a groan of pain as the back of my head slammed into the ground.

I looked from my traitorous feet up to his angry face, unable to help the groggy smile that briefly flashed across my lips, knowing I'd pay for it later, surprised to find I didn't care one little bit, it was worth it.

Later came much too quickly... my exhausted, unresisting body returned to the frame while my sentence was decided.

"Eighty two left over, umm... that's one hundred sixty four, aaand thirteen fails... add twenty six, and four refusals for eight more... that's, ummmm...." The Bitch's cheery voice grated against every nerve, a punishment in and of itself, "a lot! Let's just call it a nice round two fifty, eh?"

A lot? Was she out of her mind? Two hundred and fifty whacks with the paddle, she couldn't be serious - how the hell was anyone meant to survive treatment like that??

"Orrrrr," she drew out breathily, scraping her fingernails over my still sore butt, "that's an awful lot... shall we give her a choice folks?" She demanded, turning to the peanut gallery.

Their roars of approval rang round the circle they'd formed until the bitch waved them into silence. Looked like I was getting a choice - if you can call it that. I knew there's was no way it'd be anything I'd want to do as she paused to consider what choice to give - as if she hadn't already decided. but just how far, I wondered, was I willing to bend to avoid that wicked looking little paddle.

Not that far apparently. I knew it was going to be bad when I saw her eyes dart to Taylor, their matching grins sending shivers down my spine, resignation settling on my chest like a three hundred pound gorilla as I eyed the paddle knowing my decision before she'd even made her 'offer'.

"Are you nucking futs?" she hissed, as uncertain murmurs passed around the crowd, her bitchy persona blown away in shock at my decision, "you'd rather get beaten black and blue than get Taylor off, nobody's ever... oh, I see," her tone turned chilly as her eyes hardened, "you don't think we'll do it eh? Well joke's on you... last chance, blo..."

"No!" I cut her off again, surprised by the strength I heard in my own voice, heartened perhaps by some of the muttered comments I could hear coming from the crowd. She looked around uncertainly as people started drifting away and I knew I'd beaten her.

"She'll break," Taylor's voice was harsh as he effortlessly snatched the paddle from her unresisting fingers, "they always do..."

I could hear the sound of the air brushing over the paddle's edge as he swung, was unable to prevent myself from clenching my cheeks in anticipation of, well nothing. Slowly relaxing when there was no pain as the paddle continued to sweep back and forth harmlessly behind me. And then it happened, I heard the splat of wood impacting on flesh once, and then again before the pain of the first blow had even registered.

I'd like to say I took it like a champ, silent and brave until the very end - but who'd believe that? Yeah I screamed, and cried, bawled like a little baby with snot and tears running down my chest, cursing the pair of them and thrashing against my bindings until my strength, and then my voice, gave out. The burning pain grew until my butt and thighs were the sole focus of my awareness, a single pulsing agonised mass. I can't even say for sure how long I lasted before the pain simply overwhelmed me, my eyes rolled up and I welcomed the dark embrace of unconsciousness.

A vicious, biting pain jolted me awake some time later, my lips parting as I screamed silently, unable to force a sound from my abused throat. I struggled to work out what, precisely, had woken me as my brain slowly re-booted, cataloguing the mass of hurt that used to be my body.

"Shit, I think she's awake..."

"I'm nearly done, keep her still... there, the ring's in..."

My eyes lolled in the direction of the voices as I tried, and failed to lift my head. A face came closer, swimming into focus as she knelt before me, tears streaking down her face.

"I... it's over," Judas declared, "you're done for the summer..."

Her voice died off as the gob of bloody phlegm I'd tried to spit at her dribbled down my chin and I surrendered to the darkness once more.


July 3rd

Dear Diary,

They finally took me home, just dragged me in with a happy expressions like nothing had happened, like everything was the still the same. I'd been on a camping trip, apparently... who knew.

But everything was different now. I belonged to them. Fifty more weeks, three hundred fifty days of abuse if I can believe anything they'd told me... unless I can find a way out. Get away, somewhere where they can't hurt me any more.


July 7th

Dear Diary,

The Witch knows, they told her. Showed her the ring that marked me as theirs.

I don't know how long I stood there willing myself to just leg go, get it over with but all I could think about was daddy's face after momma left us, and I couldn't do it. Couldn't do that to him.

There is no hope.


July 11th

Dear Diary,

He doesn't understand, how can he? But he's making me go to her party, says he's fed up with me moping round the house.

Kill me now.


July 12th

Dear Diary,

Everyone was there. It was hell, but I met a girl... an exchange student... maybe there's a chance after all.

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[Note]Thanks to Legoman for the piercing idea! But here ends Emily Jane's back story - I'm off to check through/edit Emily Jane Abroad for any inconsistencies, etc that I may have inadvertently introduced. Feedback/criticism welcome and, in the interim, if anyone wants to add to the 'world' with misadventures of previous chosen ones, fill some gaps I've (deliberately) left herein and in the run-up to her departure have at it.[/note]