Chapter 1: Punished for Shoplifting

Anita was a pretty girl, rather short and slim, even petite, but with well-rounded hips and perky conical A-cup tits that stood proudly out from her chest. At 18, when this story takes place, many guessed her age at around 16. She had a deep olive skin complexion, black hair and deep brown eyes. As a teenager she was a studious and bright scholar, but rather unsophisticated and naïve. Part of the problem was that she was from a rather financially challenged family.

Her blonde mother, Pam, had married just after her 18th birthday, when already 4 months pregnant with Anita. The marriage was against the wishes of her family, who had wanted her to have an abortion, as Larry was rather below their socio-economic status and, even worse, far too dark skinned in consequence of a mixed blood ancestry. As a result, her family had rather cut them off. Larry had dabbled in various hare-brained business schemes, all of which lost money. Their 3 children in 4 years (2 boys after Anita) added to their financial woes.

Anita, herself, did not socialize much with her school mates, as she was embarrassed at the out-of-fashion second hand clothes she wore.

In spite of the difficulties, Anita did well at school, and on completion of high school was awarded a scholarship to study environmental science at a prestigious university in another city. The problem was that although the scholarship covered academic fees and books, there was little left over for accommodation and living, so it seemed that she would not be able to take up the scholarship.

Anita's father Larry had by this time become absorbed in a rigidly conservative religious movement, and had reservations about Anita studying further in any case. Nevertheless, much against Larry's will, Pam took her pride in her hands and called her now wealthy brother Bob who lived in the city where the university was located. He seemed quite accommodating: "Sure, Anita can stay with us. And we won't charge you anything; she can earn her keep by doing a few chores around the house". Anita was happy to agree, and Larry grudgingly gave his permission.

And so it was that a few days before the start of the semester, and just a week after her 18th birthday, Anita arrived at the home of uncle Bob and aunt Belinda for her new life. Her cousins, 16 year old Tracy and Roger, who was still a couple of months short of his 14th birthday, greeted her coolly, clearly seeing her as a lower class outsider that would embarrass them in front of their friends.

She was soon to discover that her aunt and cousins saw her as no more than a servant. Meals were prepared by the family's cleaner/cook, who would leave before the evening meal. Thus Anita had to dish up, serve the family, clear their dishes and load the dishwasher, while having her own meal in the kitchen. And the 'few chores' included making the kids' beds and tidying their rooms.

Anita might have still been content with her chores if she was treated as a member of the family. But this was not to be. Belinda hardly spoke to her except to give instructions. Tracy made continual fun of her unfashionable dress, her ignorance of what was cool and her general lack of social graces. But the worst torment for Anita came from the two male members of the family. The hands of both uncle Bob and Roger took total liberties, taking every opportunity to squeeze her bottom and feel her tits, tweaking the nipples that often made hard points through her bra. Anita had been brought up in a strict religious environment, and even her couple of boyfriends had not gone that far. Bob and Roger laughed at her protests. She was even sure that Aunt Belinda saw them, but she made no comment, so that Anita had no one to turn to. But she could not give up her scholarship to go home.

It was even worse when her aunt and uncle were away, as Roger would slip his hand under her shirt or down her top on to her bare tit. He did this in full view of his sister who just giggled, with comments like: "that's it, cop a nice feel of the slut; that's better than getting a slap from your girlfriends!"

Roger also made no attempt to hide the substantial hard-ons that he developed. A couple of weeks into her stay, he advance to rubbing the bulge against her. She tried to pull away but he was too strong. When Tracy saw this for the first time, she urged her brother to force Anita's hand to rub against his erection. Much against her conscious will, Anita found the feel of the rigid member to be fascinating. She was even more fascinated when it began to jerk spasmodically as he came in his pants.

Tracy found this really funny. "You had better go change your underpants", she giggled. Roger left the room, but came back a few minutes later gingerly holding the soiled garment."

"Here", he ordered Anita, "go rinse this out before loading into the laundry." He dropped it on her hand, and she felt the slime on her skin. With an "oh gross", she ran from the room to the laughter of her cousins, not even thinking of challenging the instruction.

Similar events were to occur regularly at least a couple of times a week. Anita accepted her lot, and in fact began to find the smell of semen slightly intoxicating for some reason.

As her cousins realized they had Anita under their control, they found other ways to embarrass her with ribald comments especially when they had friends. But the most embarrassing for Anita was when they forced her to watch porn videos from their parents' selection. Their favourite was a collection of 'slave' themes, some clearly home made rather than commercial. The basic story lines varied from girls caught in illegal activities and blackmailed or illegal immigrant girls, to kidnapping and sale to Arab countries, as well as historical Roman orgy settings. But the themes were similar; the slave girls were forced to be naked at all times, and to provide sexual services for their owners and others, both male and female. One movie that particularly fascinated Anita involved two quite young slave girls, one of whom was obviously pregnant. She was not quite sure, but one of the male actors fucking the pregnant girl looked a lot like her uncle Bob!

Anita was forced to sit and watch, and to explain to her younger cousins and their friends what was being done. This caused her increasing embarrassment, as the younger kids were clearly more sophisticated, but in her room at night she wondered how it would feel to be a naked slave girl in the household.

So the time was not happy for Anita. She longed for friends of her own, and to be socially sophisticated like the other students and her uncle, aunt and cousins. But she discovered a cheap way to achieve some escapism into a fantasy world. She would wander into exclusive clothing stores, and try on some of the outfits. She would take photos on her phone of her image in the mirror, and look over them later at home, imagining she was going to exclusive social events.

After a few weeks, she discovered that some shops did not carefully count the number of items, and she managed to slip out on occasions with a fancy piece of underwear under her clothes. These she would try on again in her bedroom. At first she was nervous, but later more confident, and she had accumulated half-a-dozen bras and panties.

But her luck couldn't last! It was the first day of the mid-term break from university, and she went into one of her favourite shops. She had not worn a bra, and was easily able to slip one on. She returned from the dressing room, and handed the five outfits to the sales clerk who placed them on to the counter. At that point, the supervisor handed an expensive bracelet to the clerk, and told her: "This has been returned. Take it to the workshop to have a new security tag attached." The supervisor left, but at that point the clerk was called by a customer to the dressing room, and Anita was on her own, looking at the untagged bracelet. She was unable to avoid the lure and slipped it on to her arm. She looked around, and was sure there was no one around, and so sauntered out of the store.

Anita moved nervously through the door, but no alarm went off. But she turned into the mall, there was the ominous voice: "Excuse me miss. Please come with me back into the store".

She went ice-cold. "Wh—Wh—Why?"

"Where did you get that bracelet?"

"It—It—It was a present from my uncle"

"Sorry, miss, but we have you on CCTV picking it up from the counter. And there is a serial number on the band which the supervisor will be able to identify. If it is not the one which has just disappeared, you can go. Otherwise, we have to call the police".

He had a firm grip on her arm, and led her to the manager's office. They showed her the relevant CCTV footage, and the supervisor confirmed the code on the bracelet.

Anita burst into tears. "I'm sorry. I don't know what come over me. The temptation was too much, but I'll never do it again."

But the head of security was unmoved. "This store has a zero tolerance policy on shop-lifting"

And the supervisor added: "In any case, I can see the strap of your bra, and I recognize it as one of a new pattern stock we only put out this morning!"

The security head went on: "We are calling the police and you'll be taken into custody and charged. There will be a jail term. Do you want to call a lawyer, or a family member to get a lawyer".

In between her sobs, Anita blurted out: "Could you call my uncle, Mr Bob Goodson?"

"Bob Goodson! He is a co-owner of this store. Maybe I should call him myself" said the manager. "You all please wait outside".

About 10 minutes later, the manager came out. "Your uncle is on his way. He is going to take you for the moment, and will decide with his partners what to do."

When Bob arrived, he went into the manager's, and then without speaking to her, took Anita's arm and walked her to the car. They drove home in silence. Only once there did he bark at her. "Is this the way to repay our hospitality you little slut. No better than your useless father. I should just let you go to jail. But go wait in your room, while I explain to Belinda and the kids what has happened, and talk to my partners about what we can do with you."

A miserable hour later, Anita heard her uncle calling for her.

He was in the living room, with Belinda, Tracy and Roger.

"I am fully prepared to send you to prison, and that might be best anyway. But my partners and I have agreed that that could be embarrassing for the store, and that I should discipline you here privately. So I am offering you one alternative to prison. You will completely submit yourself to me, Belinda, Tracy and Roger without question, obeying all orders and instructions given by any of us. In effect, you will be a slave in this household until the end of the school year. You will tell your mother that you can't return home for the winter break because of studies."

At hearing the word 'slave', Anita looked up and saw the smirks on the faces of Tracy and Roger. There was no doubt what they understood. Her uncle possibly sensed her thoughts as he continued.

"Yes, you will obey any instruction from any of us. I'll place some restrictions on what Tracy and Roget can order, but you won't need to know what these restrictions are – you just obey. They know better than to disobey me. This is your only option. Go back to your room now. You have 30 minutes to think it through. When I call again, you will come down and give us your decision. Go."

Back in her room, Anita knew she had no real choice. Could it really be that much worse than what was already happening to her. She did think back to the 'slave' movies, and she shivered as a tremor of mixed fear and excitement ran through her body.

Thirty minutes later, when her uncle called she went down with mind made up.

"Well?" asked her uncle.

With lowered eyes she murmured "I can't face prison; I will be your slave".

"Right", her uncle responded. "Then strip off all your clothes here and now."

Anita was not entirely surprised, but was still ashamed and embarrassed, so murmured: "Wh—Wh—What did you say?"

"You heard me; I'm not waiting. STRIP NOW!"

With trembling hands, she struggled with buttons. Bob turned to her cousins: "Tracy, Roger, help her!"

They converged on Anita, and just ripped all her clothes off, ruining them all as buttons, clasps and zips gave way. Within half a minute, she was naked before the family.