Chapter 3

Late Saturday morning, after watching his family do the Saturday chores, Muriel told Randy that he was supposed to go to Sophie’s apartment, and she would go with him.

Sophie met them in a short robe, which was more than he was used to seeing her wear. He joked about that, but Sophie did not respond with her usual humor.

“Randy,” Muriel said after taking a deep breath, “Julia wants to crank up the humiliation on your family.”

“I’m all for that,” he stated.

“Julia wants their pubic hair shaved off, and she wants you to do it,” Muriel blurted out.

Randy was too stunned to react for quite a while, then he gave Sophie a questioning look. “Yup,” she said with a bit more of her usual confidence, “I’m your first practice subject.”

“First?”

“This is a rather, uh, delicate procedure,” Muriel told him. We have two other women lined up, as well. Missy and Erica were willing to be test subjects, and Ted and Dozer actually agreed. However, we don’t think any women in a committed relationship should allow that level of intimacy.”

“Why does she want me to do it?”

“They shaved you a few times and made you appear naked for groups of women, didn’t they?”

“Yeah.”

“And all three took their turn, didn’t they?”

“Just the girls.”

“Your mother is still responsible. Randy, Julia thinks this is important to break their hard attitude. Admittedly, Regan may not need it, but we have to treat them all the same,” Muriel explained. “I’ll be right here to help you as you practice. I’ll be there when you do the women, too. We’re keeping you home from school Monday to do them. We expect quite a scene and don’t want the other kids around.”

“Do they make the women at the Tee get shaved?” Randy asked.

“No. This is a special punishment for your mother and sisters.”

“Great. Show me what to do.”

“OK. First, though I need to explain something. This would usually be a fairly fast, easy procedure. We want to stretch it out and make it as stimulating as possible without seeming obvious about it,” Muriel told him.

“You mean you want me to arouse them?”

“Yes, but without seeming like it.”

“Muriel, I don’t even know how to arouse a woman on purpose,” Randy declared.

“Oh. That’s right. Well, Sophie, let’s get started. Thanks for being such a great sport.”

“Hey, any time I can get a man to play with my pussy, I’m there. It doesn’t happen any more.”

“Good point, Sophie. Still, you’re a good sport. Randy, we will do this in two stages. First, we will cut all the hair down so it is almost as short as a man’s two or three day beard. Then, we will use a razor to shave down to bare, smooth skin. It’s not as simple as that because there are lots of folds and wrinkles on a pussy.

“We could use an electric clipper to shorten the hair, and an electric razor for the shave, but that would not be intimate enough. In other words, not humiliating enough. That’s why we’ll do it the old-fashioned way.

“The reason we have three practice pussies for you is because there are surprising differences between women. Because they are related, your three may be quite alike, but you need to be ready for however they are shaped.”

“Sophie, do you really want to do this?” Randy asked, his nervousness showing.

“I want to help you, Honey. Yes. Is that the, uh, first hardon since it went away. Oh, don’t be embarrassed. I would be devastated if you could do me and stay soft.”

It took almost forty-five minutes to do Sophie because of so many stops and explanations. Muriel had him do her backside, too, explaining “The girls don’t appear to have any rear hair, yet, but your mother does. That will be a wonderful humiliation.”

When he had finished her rear, Sophie flipped over to her back and said “Randy, Sweetheart, you can’t leave me like this! Muriel, please! Let him do me!”

“I guess you earned it, Sophie,” Muriel said. “Uh, Randy, do you know how to make her orgasm?”

“I’ve heard and read a little since I got here, but I’ve never come close to doing it.” That led to a lesson that Randy did not expect.

As she lay gasping from an unexpectedly hard climax, Sophie pulled Randy down onto herself and hugged him tightly. “Honey, please don’t reject all women because of what they did to you. You have very, very sexy hands. Some good woman deserves to have those hands pleasing her for the rest of her life.”

“But I’m not very big, uh...”

“You’re not big anywhere, Sweetie,” Sophie replied. “I think you’re due for a growth spurt any day now. Don’t you be worrying about it.”

By a pre-arranged signal, Kathy came in just as Sophie was getting to her feet. She brought lunch from Lindsey’s for all of them. Putting the lunch in the little kitchenette, she shed her clothes, then introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Kathy, Dozer’s mom. I’ll bet you could have guessed from looking at me, huh?”

After greeting Kathy as politely as he could, considering her bold nudity, Randy asked her “Why are you letting me practice on you?”

When Kathy said “I’ll take any chance I can get for a man to play with my pussy,” the other two women burst into laughter, then explained why. “Your mother and sisters want the same thing, Randy. Believe it. It will be mainly the fact that it’s you that will bother them. Oh, the exposure to everyone else, too.”

He was able to do Kathy much faster than he had done Sophie. As Sophie had observed, his hands were quite dextrous, and he seemed to learn quickly. Muriel was careful to point out the differences between the two women.

Randy’s third practice woman, his final exam, so to speak, was Mona, Erica’s mother. When she herself had been turned down as a practice subject because of her relationship with Dozer, Erica had played hugely on Mona’s submissive nature to get her to be a subject.

When Erica led her mother in, Mona was literally quivering with nervousness and shame. “Mrs. McCann, we’d better not do this,” Randy said. “I feel like we are forcing you.”

“I am the one forcing her, Randy,” Erica proclaimed. “It is a small something she can do to help someone else. She owes a lot of those small somethings. Besides, even though she won’t admit it, she is going to enjoy this.”

Mona did not manage to say anything, and she was almost immobile. Erica practically forced Randy to start the shaving. At the first touch of the scissors to the skin at the crease of her leg, Mona exploded into an orgasm.

Erica’s reaction to her mother’s come was amazing. She cradled and comforted Mona in a complete mother-child role reversal. The inversion had been observed and talked about among the staff since Mona’s pathetic suicide attempt. Never, though, had it been more evident.

From the way Erica acted and the comforting things she said, Muriel and Sophie gathered that Erica had discovered just how unsatisfying Mona’s sex life had been.

It was at Erica’s signal that Randy resumed the shaving process. “But Honey, I’m ... I’m all...” Mona tried to protest with her first words.

“Don’t worry about it, Mother. It’s actually good for Randy to have to work around a little flow. It could happen with one of his family.” Mona did not protest again.

As Randy was applying lotion, something the women could have done for themselves but that Muriel and Sophie insisted he should do, Mona trembled noticeably. When he was done, she begged “R ... Randy? P ... P ... Please?”

Without thinking about it, Randy looked at Erica for instruction. “She’s had a rough time, Randy,” Erica said. “I think another good come would help her a lot.”

As Mona was recovering, Randy asked the women “What if my mother or one of my sisters asks?”

“I don’t think you should, Randy,” Muriel answered. “This is supposed to be for humiliation, not pleasure.

“Um, Muriel, I hate to disagree,” Sophie said gently, “but I think you have been too sheltered from some of the kinkier side of sex. If one of them asks and Randy gets her off, it will feel wonderful, sure. But it will also be an act of submission. They will have submitted to a ‘boy’ who was supposed to be subservient to them. They had to ask him for something that they needed badly.”

Hugging her beloved Muriel, Erica agreed. “Giving that much control to Randy would be very humiliating to any of them. That’s something female that should be way beyond him.”

“I see what you are saying,” Muriel admitted. “Mona, tell us what you’re feeling right now.” That was quite a challenge to the barely aware woman. “Do you feel like Randy has served you, or that you yielded to him.”

“Oh, I yielded to him, definitely,” Mona said. “I ... I do that a lot, though. I’m just learning how much.” She was still lying at the foot of the bed, bare from the waist down and spread wide open.

“Hmmm. Who is in charge of things between you and Randy right now? Is it you?”

“Oh, no. Really, it’s Erica, but it’s Randy, too.”

“If it was just you and Randy here in the room right now, what would you want him to do?”

Mona turned an amazing shade of red and her hands flew unconsciously to her crotch. She didn’t cover herself, though, but started pawing and raising her legs. It was a lewd but erotic display, given her lovely body. Erica sucked in her breath sharply, though, and that seemed to awaken Mona to what she was doing. When she curled into a ball from embarrassment, Randy quickly left the room and the women went into comforting mode.

When Erica and Mona had left, Sophie told Randy “Learn a lesson from Mona, Honey. All of us women are really just like you saw her. We are slaves to our desire for sex. Some of us hide it better, but it is there.

“I imagine you are thinking that none of your women will ask for relief. I guarantee you that at least one will.”

“You’re kidding! I can’t believe even Regan would do that.”

“It won’t be Regan,” Sophie said confidently.

Sunday morning, Nancy had to do her all-time best mean warden act. She stood the three women up near their beds and told them:

“First of all, I’m not going to tolerate any complaining, so steel yourselves. You will listen to what I tell you. You will do what I tell you. Do you understand?”

They all nodded, wide-eyed. Then, Regan jammed her hand in her crotch and bent over. “Get in there and pee before you wet the floor,” Nancy snarled.

Until Regan came back, Nancy just crossed her arms and scowled at Candace and Cherry. She made a point to only look at the two because she knew there were several people laughing silently in the background. Actually, looking at those two made it easy to act the ogre part. Every new revelation about what they did to Randy added to her rage.

“Alright. Every Sunday we have a large crowd for lunch. There are extra tables and chairs in the storage room. Right now, you will start setting them up. Then, you will help prepare the meal. When everyone is here, you will serve. NO! Don’t even ask! Of course you will be naked. These will all be respectful people who are very used to naked bodies, so they will hardly notice.

“In a way it’s too bad they won’t be sticking things in your holes, putting clips on your nips, and doing anything else they can to humiliate you. It’s certainly what you deserve. While you’re serving, think about what it was like for Randy when you had dinners at your house.”

Watching their faces at the mention of their crimes, the expressions were what Nancy had suspected. Regan showed definite shame and her lower lip quivered slightly. Candace showed defiance and Cherry’s expression was pure rage. Nancy knew that the psych team would be reviewing the videos thoroughly.

By the time the guests began arriving, the Jameson women had worked quite hard. Nancy ordered them “Go and shower, quickly. I don’t want to impose any body odor on the people you’ll be serving.” As they turned away, she barked “Cherry!”. When Cherry turned, Nancy growled “I’m warning you! One, just one impolite remark or gesture and I’ll spank your flabby ass raw right in front of everyone.” Cherry managed to nod without a snarl. Barely.

Although they did not need it, the guests had all been encouraged to be extra polite and respectful to the Jameson women. One other thing that required very little coaching was to be extra friendly with Randy. The plan was for him to move around to greet and chat with everyone. The image of their former sex slave as somewhat of a celebrity while they served would hopefully get to the women.

Ryan, Dale, and Ben took turns staying close to Regan. Several times, she got wobbly, but she managed to stay on her feet and keep working. Her expression throughout the meal was resolute with frequent blushes. Cherry was uniformly angry, obviously fighting to avoid the spanking she was certain Nancy was eager to deliver. Candace was the one who kept looking back and forth between Randy and Bryan. Her most frequent expression was confusion.

When all of the guests made a point to thank the women before they left, Regan could not handle it. She was in constant tears for about twenty minutes. Candace responded politely but with no expression. Cherry nodded at the thanks, but never said a word.

Monday morning, the Jameson women were still reeling from Sunday’s exposure to the large group of people. Cherry was fuming and Candace was plotting revenge. Regan had barely been able to function while the crowd was there and seemed mostly confused and depressed.

Julia was out of sight at Lindsey’s during breakfast and Nancy was there again, but eating with the kids. Julia wanted to make sure that they did not push farther than the women could handle. Regan was a concern. It would not have been good to treat any of them differently, even though it was already apparent that Regan was most likely just a follower, not an instigator.

When the rest of the kids left for school, Randy stayed in his room. As soon as cleanup was finished, the two girls were taken to separate rooms. That probably alerted them that something unusual was about to happen. Even Cherry, though, was starting to accept that there was nothing they could do about it.

Candace was just standing around near their sleeping area when Randy came out and began setting up for her shaving. She was puzzled at first, but began to get a bad feeling when she saw the scissors and the razor. Nancy was close to Candace and said “You guessed it. Randy is going to shave off your pubic hair.”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that to me! Call the cops! I’ll take my chances in court. This is too much!” Candace really lost it.

Muriel appeared and played the placating role. “Candace, I’m surprised. I thought you would like a bare crotch.”

“Wh ... why did you think ... That was different! He was ... but all of these people will see!”

“About how many women and how many times did Randy have to show his bare penis and testicles?” That stopped Candace. They had delighted in calling in as many friends as they could find and forcing the always erect boy to serve them. It had gone on since before his puberty.

“Now, Candace, this is going to happen. Do we have to tie you down, or are you going to cooperate. We’ll do it either way. Randy has very good hands, but if you struggle ... I think you get the idea.”

“But ... but he doesn’t know ... he shouldn’t see ... he’s my son, for God’s sake!”

“All the more reason you should be in jail for how you treated him,” Muriel said evenly. “Now, go and sit in the hot tub for two or three minutes to get your hair all softened up.”

Candace was beside herself, ranting and wailing. It went on for about two more minutes before Nancy gave her a sharp whack on her bare ass. “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it. If you don’t get in there right now, I’ve got a ball gag and a butt plug you can wear for the next week. And your pussy is still going to be bare. Now, GIT!”

Muriel knew what a loving, giving person Nancy was, but her performances still made Muriel gasp. No one so far had been immune to Nancy’s force, and Candace would not be the first. Whimpering, she got into the tub. The watchers all grinned when she hurriedly rubbed her whole crotch area to get it as clean as possible.

Nancy had done her job so well that Candace had no fight left when she was led to the prepared lounger and laid in the proper position with her crotch right at the edge.

Randy wasted no time. Her legs were tight together, reflexively hiding herself from his view. On his knees, he put his hands on the insides of her thighs to spread her legs wider. When she resisted, he said very matter-of-factly “Mother, I am going to see and touch everything between your legs. Do we have to tie your legs apart?”

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Candace wailed as he pushed her legs apart and moved on his knees between them.

Giving her no time to react, he started using the scissors immediately. It had been decided that the fear of that sharp object in her vulnerable area would be the best way to keep her still. The theory was validated as she became almost rigid.

As Sophie had coached him, he made sure to handle the labia as much as possible without seeming to just fondle. Repositioning his hold for every snip was not really necessary, but it maximized the stimulation.

During the scissors trimming, the checking of the stubble length, the wetting down of the stubble, the application of shaving cream, the actual shaving of the stubble, the rinsing, the checking for missed areas, and the application of soothing lotion, his fingers were almost constantly pulling or stretching one of her labia. He found good reason to slip fingers inside her slit to give a firm resistance to shave against. As her clitoris swelled up, it was impossible to keep from brushing over it occasionally or resting a finger against it. If that resting finger moved around a bit, that was just part of the shaving process.

As it turned out, for Randy, learning the technique of shaving a woman had been the easy part. What was difficult was facing his long-time tormentors. His mother, in particular, still had a psychological hold on him. When he voiced his fears to Muriel after the practice session Saturday, it had started an intense round of encouragement sessions, including two with Julia.

When he first knelt at her tightly closed knees, he had felt a wave of uncertainty and actual fear. Nancy had been bent threateningly over Candace from behind, though, and she looked up and gave Randy the most beautiful smile. It struck him how much Nancy was able to be and do something that was not really her. Right then, he decided that he would act the confident, in-charge, macho guy. He might be shaking inside, but his bitch of a mother would never know it. He would drive her crazy.

The women told him later that they both saw his jaw jut out a bit at that point and his posture seemed to change.

As he finished up shaving Candace’s crotch from the front, Randy found himself looking forward to the next step. As hard as it had already been on her, judging by her sniffles, her erratic breathing, and the barely controlled squirming, he felt that cleaning up her backside would be even more humiliating.

Before Nancy could even give her order, Randy said “OK, Mother, your pussy is nice and bare, but only from the front. Turn over now so I can get rid of the hair in back.” Nancy grinned widely at him, and Muriel patted his shoulder.

Candace protested loudly and again, Randy did not wait for help. He was still kneeling between her knees. With his left hand, he grabbed her left leg and raised it back toward her chest. With his right hand, he gave the exposed ass cheek a very hard slap. “Where’s that butt plug, Nancy. I hope it’s a big fat one that really stretches her asshole.”

He let her leg down, stood up, and gave her an angry glare that he did not have to force at all. With eyes wide in amazement and fear, Candace scrambled around awkwardly to get into the right position.

It was a feeling that Randy had never before been able to enjoy. He felt dominant. His nemesis had been cowed by his anger and the force of his words. Well, a good smack had helped, too.

It was easy to act possessive as he spread her cheeks, shaved the sparse but rather long hairs, and used his finger to check for smoothness with more than the necessary thoroughness.