Captured Part 2

By Barelysubmissions

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Chapter 2

Matthew was hoping he would get his clothes back once he followed Boone into the storm shelter.

"Are you going to give me my clothes back?" he asked after she turned the light on.

"Not yet, we ain't done playin,' she said.

"I think that's mean!" he snapped at her.

"Isn't any meaner than you and your grandma thinkin' your better than us," Boone said.

He didn't want to admit it, but she was right.

He sat down on a bench inside the cool damper shelter, wondering what this crazy girl had in mind.

"Well, I bet you don't have my clothes at all!" he said.

Out of a small refridgerator, she pulled out his sack lunch.

"Would I have this if I didn't?" she said.

She then pulled out a sack lunch of her own and tossed him his sack. She also tossed him a can drink out of the fridge.

"What do you say we eat?" she said. "But we better watch out for old Bullet, there," she said about her dog. "He's probably hungry, too."

He was a little hungry. So he decided to eat. He also thought if he played along, maybe this crazy girl would give him back his clothes.

He tried to cover up his dick by setting his lunch bag in his lap. Suddenly, he felt his dick getting an erection. Matthew hoped she wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately, she did.

"Oh my God!, I never saw a boy get hard before," she said. "It looks just like the weiners my grandma has in the fridge. Better watch out, old Bullet loves hotdogs."

Embarrassed, he tried to cover up.

"I just got an idea!" she said. She headed to the cabinet and pulled out a pack of hotdog buns. She also pulled out some mustard and a jar of relish.

"Oh no you don't!" Matthew said as he backed away from the bench. He wasn't watching where he was going and tripped over a can of paint, falling right on his ass.

She giggled at the sight, then rushed over and placed a bun over his still hard dick. She squirted on mustard and poured on relish.

He really felt humiliated, Just as he jumped to get up, the dog "Bullet" ran over and tried to lick his mustard and relish covered penis and balls.

"That's it, Bullet, lick him clean!" she yelled. "Better watch out, he may try to eat it."

Matthew struggled to get away from the dog. He grabbed a paper towel to wipe off. He then sat down humiliated.

"Tell you what, boy, if you be my naked slave for the rest of the day, I'll give you back your clothes before it's time for you to go home," she said.

He reluctantly agreed.

"You must do everything I say, agreed?" she asked.

"Agreed!" he said.

Just then, they heard a knock on the storm celler door.

"Run quick," she whispered. "Go behind the couch and hide."

He did as she told him. The last thing he wanted to do was be caught by someone else.

She went to the door.

"Oh, it's only you, Lucas!" she said. She whispered something to the boy at the door.

"You do not!" the boy shouted.

"Yes I do, come look!" she said.

Matthew saw a young boy a couple of years younger than him come down the steps of the storm shelter.

"Come on out boy, it's OK," she said to Matthew. "It's just my cousin Lucas."

Matthew came out from behind the couch.

"Lucas doesn't believe I have a naked slave," she said to him. "Crawl over here to me."

Matthew rolled his eyes, but crawled over to her.

She took off her shoes and socks.

"Slave, kiss my feet!" she said.

He did just that.

"Cool, what else can you make him do?" Lucas said.

"Well, I can make his little worm pecker stand up like a stiff board," she said.

She ordered Matthew to stand up.

"Rub his pecker and watch what it does," she said.

Lucas did just that, and sure enough, Matthew got an erection.

"Lucas, have you ever seen someone's butthole before?" she asked her cousin.

"Uhn, uh," he said, shaking his head.

"Slave, go over and bend over the couch," she ordered Matthew.

He wondered what more humilations he was about to suffer.

Boone reached over and grabbed his butt cheeks. Once again, she pretended like the butt was talking.

Her cousin laughed.

"Wow, this is so much fun!" he told his cousin.

She then spread Matthew's cheeks, exposing his hole.

"Wow!" Lucas shouted. "Did ya ever stick something in it?"

That prospect scared Matthew.

"Well, we could play a game," his cousin replied. "We can see how many things we can stick in it. Whoever can't think of anything, loses."

Matthew was the one who felt like the loser.

They started with small objects. Lucas inserted a feather, Boone a pen. The a drum stick. Then Boone brabbed a frozen hotdog.

They both laughed when Bullet ripped it right out of Matthew's ass.

Lucas then inserted a pickle halfway in.

"Pretty creative," Boone said.

She then told Lucas to watch Matthew as she left the storm shelter. She returned with a flower, stem, roots in all.

"I think he's butt makes a good vase, don't ya think?" she asked her cousin. "It's even better than any of grandma's old vases.

Matthew didn't the flower stuck up his ass and protested.

Whack! He felt a fly swatter hitting him right across the ass.

"Don't make me whip you again!" Boone said.

She then reached into the cupboard and pulled out a digital camera. She snapped a picture of her "vase."

"Your not going to show that to anybody?" Matthew cried.

"If you don't do what I say, I will!" she said.

He was relieved when she told him to stand up. Lucas removed the plant his ass.

"You need to thank Lucas for removing the flower from its vase," she said.

"Thank you Lucas," he said.

"You didn't sound sincere," Boone scolded him.

"Lucas, what can he do to express his thanks?" she asked her cousin.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders.

"I know, Lucas, drop your drawers," she said.

Her cousin was a little surprised, but did as he cousin said, his shorts and underwear dropping to his feet.

"OK slave, kiss Lucas on each cheek," she said.

Matthew kissed Lucas on each butt cheek.

"Them ain't much of kisses," Lucas said.

"You're right," she said. "French kiss, Lucas' butt!"

Matthew hesitated. Boone reached for the fly swatter.

He got ready to comply.

"Not the cheeks, but the crack," she said.

Matthew did as he was told.

Yeck! He thought.

She did allow him to wash out his mouth.

"What do you say we head outside?" Boone said.

Matthew didn't like the sound of that.

(The End)