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Punished for Peeping
(Miranda Birch)

A cigarette butt was dropped to the floor right by me. A black shoe ground to and fro on it. 



"Pick that up," said Jane. 



Automatically I lifted a hand to do so. 



"No! In your mouth!" she snapped. 



"What? I... don't... don't ask me... to-to..." 



This time Jane kicked me really hard in the rump, hard enough to rob me momentarily of breath. 



"Just do as I say," she said with a snarl. "Listen, you pig, we're not here to mess about. This is for real." 



I felt a brief stab of fear. Then I bent and picked up the still-warm butt in my mouth. It stank of stale smoke, and tasted acrid. 



"Swallow it," said Jane. 



I revolted against the idea... but was in dread of another and more painful kick. Or something worse. Perhaps the whip! 



I champed on the horrible stub and forced it down my throat as best I could. It half choked me but I managed to make it. Oh the little bitches! Oh if only the situation were reversed! 



I saw Sally's boot grind a second stub into the floor. 



"And that one," she said. 



For a moment, I almost rebelled. Wasn't one dirty trick like that enough? Must I... must I... go on? But in my heart, I knew I had no option. Grinding my teeth in silent rage I bent down and picked up the second butt. Then I managed to chew it, swallow it, like the first. It made me feel sick. 



"A pig will eat anything, everyone knows that. So you will eat anything we give you, Piggy. and you will be grateful," said Sally. 



"Are you beginning to get the idea?" enquired Jane. Her hands gripped my neck as I knelt. 



"I... I don't... know..." I faltered. 



The heel of Sally's boot jabbed painfully into my back. 



"Don't know?" she sneered. "Then let me enlighten you, you pervert. The idea is you're going to do exactly what we want, whenever we want." 



My blood froze. `Whenever'? How long was this going on? How long where they going to use their power over me? 



"Well?" Jane's heel stabbed harder. 



"Yes... y-yes... Miss... I'm getting the idea," I forced myself to say. 



This was getting too much for me. My mind began to race. Perhaps I could overpower them? Then steal the negatives? No... no way. 



These two were not idiots by any means. They'd had it all planned out while, in my folly and innocence I'd been having my little bit of fun. Harmless fun, surely! I was finding their fun far from harmless. 



"Good," said Jane. "I'm glad you are. Now, we'll have a little confessional, I think." 



"Yes..." chimed in Sally. "Let's start with your knicker collection, Piggy. How many pairs have you got?" 



"I... I don't quite know Miss," I answered. "Forty or fifty pairs... maybe..." 



"How pathetic," said Jane. "What do you do with them?" 



"Wear them, I expect," Sally interjected. 



"No... no... I don't do that... Miss," I said hurriedly. 



"Play with them.. stick your nose in them then?" asked Jane. 



I hung me head. "Yes... yes, Miss... sometimes I do," I murmured. My whole body was prickling with the sweat of embarrassment. How long were they going on taunting me? Damn it, I may be something of a pervert, but weren't they perverts themselves? Still, it wouldn't get me anywhere thinking on those lines. 



"Say after me," said Sally, jabbing her heel into me again. "I am a filthy-minded, middle-aged pig who wanks over girls' knickers. Go on... say it." 



I forced myself to repeat the odious confession. It was an emotional agony to do so. I literally trembled with the effort. Yet... yet... how could I deny the truth of what I was being forced to say? The fact was, I simply could not. 



Jane joined in. "Now say... I am a Peeping Tom..." she said. 



I did so. 



"...because I am sexually inadequate," she continued. 



That went against the grain. It wasn't exactly true, anyway. I'd had my share of birds. True, these last few years... but... However, Sally's boot made me forget such minor niceties. I repeated the phrase. 



"Confession is good for the soul," laughed Sally. 



I ground my teeth in fury. Was there nothing I could do to get myself out of this predicament? 



"Get up," ordered Jane suddenly. 



I stood up, feeling the aches in my back and my limbs. It was a relief to be off my hands and knees at least. I saw the grins on their cheeky features and the glint of female triumph in their eyes. Oh yes, they were having a wonderful time! 



"Oh look he's up on his hind-limbs! isn't he a clever piggy!" said Jane. 



"Raise your arms... face to the wall... nose to the wall," Sally rapped out her orders like one to the manor born. 



It was the position American cops put suspects in; and I adopted it at once. They've got me conditioned already, I thought with bitter anger.