I can't force you to stay in the harem if it makes you miserable.” His jaw tightened. “Even if it would rip my heart out, I had to know.” My guilt swelled. More pain. “I'm sorry, Clint. This is all so fucked up. I should have just... just told you I needed more attention. Instead, I acted like a child.” Clint glanced at the club. “So you made a choice. You left the babe stage and chose my attention over others. So it's time to get it.” “What?” “Strip.” His word cracked at me. It was spoke calmly, not shouted, and yet I felt it wash over me. The sort of command he would give Lee. “Strip right now, Melody. Brunette It's time for your punishment.” I shivered. I had never been punished. I wasn't one of his sex slaves. But... indian I had to be. I didn't have to let things go this far. I didn't have striptease to flirt with Tim. I didn't have to put myself in erotic a situation where Tim thought he could kiss me. Clint had a bruise on his chin because of me. He had to fight for me. My fingers pulled the knot of my blouse tied off beneath my breasts. I slipped it off, baring my round, plump breasts. My nipples hardened from the cool, night air. My skin pimpled. I shivered, drinking it in. I deserved this. I bared my barely legal body to the world at my brother's command. My fingers found the zipper at the hem of my skirt. It let the tartan cloth, borrowed from a stripper friend of Zoey, to the ground. Clint's eyes flicked Solo down my body. His eyes raked up my body, ending at the purple thong I borrowed from my older sister. I shuddered as I hooked the waistband of the panties with both my thumbs. Shoved them down my thighs. The thong pulled away from my shaved pussy. Lysera rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck from side to side, her joints letting out tremendously deep thunks as they clicked and settled, “You can’t feel your hands. I NEEDED it. I shivered as Lilac brought the piercing gun to Mom. It was... exotic. Others watched. But please don’t mention it to dad, she added to herself. I wont have to join. She felt a pressure deep inside her striptease that needed to be released. We spent the rest of the morning driving around. Memories were spilling through my mind as my brain started to function. Chapter 3 indian “It’s always good to lick your hand and then grasp Mike’s cock, and then squeeze it a little bit and move your hand up and down . . . Shouldn’t you Brunette be calling Solo me ‘Bound One,’ and minding your own erotic fucking business?” I could see dewy drops of moisture on her pussy lips,gleaming in the firelight. I can see it. He smiled, blew me a kiss and was about to head back babe into the bedroom until he notices the sheer lingerie I have on.