Chapter 4

“Who wants a souvenir!” roared Aaron triumphantly and he now held aloft Lorraine’s pink shirt before he tossed it into the crowd. A brief struggle for the garment ensued and, as Lorraine looked on in horror, her pretty pink shirt was torn to shreds. In the end, a lot of boys got a piece of it but it was a sickening indicator of things that still might come. Yet, even now, when Lorraine thought there was no possible way she could feel any more afraid she felt Aaron’s tiny hands as they seized the clasp on her bra.

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!” Lorraine now shrieked as her arms more tiglhtly covered her chest. She instinctively then hunched forward as if she thought that it actually might protect her. But, a moment later. Lorraine felt the lateral strap of her bra as it bit into her sides. Aaron had pulled the two ends of the clasp past each other and that meant it was over before it had begun. That lateral strap then went loose and Lorraine could feel its hanging ends as they tickled her skin. Aaron was then reaching for the bra’s delicate straps as her son started to take her bra off her.

“Please Aaron please” Lorraine whimpered.

“Who’s in charge here?” Aaron demanded to know.

“You are” Lorraine said reluctantly

“Good. Then look in the camera and say ‘my son’s in charge and I always do what my son says’”

God please... thought Lorraine.

“Do it,” Aaron ordered.

“My suh-son’s in chuh-charge of muh-me and I always do what he w-wants”.

“Good,” Aaron now replied, “now say ‘And there’s nothing that gets me hotter than letting a bunch of fourteen year old boys see my bare naked breasts. That’s why my son is taking my bra off. Because I want him to.’”

Lorraine could only stare out at the cameras. Then Aaron was twisting her head with his hand grabbing the point of her chin. He forced her to look him in the eye and what he said chilled Lorraine to the bone.

“Do it,” Lorraine’s son now ordered and something in his voice now made her obey a command that, before an hour ago, she couldn’t even fathom.

No one’s going to believe that you actually mean what they’re making you say Lorraine now thought and it was this notion that if, god forbid anyone ever saw this video, there would be no possible way that they could believe that she was this kind of sick and demented pervert.

“And ... well, um and-and-and,” Lorraine now stammered as her eyes welled up with tears. The tears now blurred her vision and this too made things easier for if she couldn’t see the cameras and she couldn’t see the boys, having to say such a horrible thing was a little less painful.

“And there’s nothing that gets me hotter than letting a bunch of fourteen year old boys see my bare naked breasts. That’s why my son is taking my bra off. Because I want him to.”

Lorraine now tried to force a smile and she felt as if her voice had barely been more than a whisper but, how ever loud it was, apparently it was loud enough for Aaron for he didn’t ask her to say it again in a much louder voice. If he had, Lorraine now thought, the shame would probably have killed her.

“Now, you know that after your son takes your bra off that he’s going to suck on your breasts,” said Aaron while referring to himself in the third person.