"We will go camping in a national park, Joe. You know that your sister has got vacation now and all of her friends are moving somewhere with their families. It just wouldn't be fair, if she had to stay at home as the only one. Even if this means that it could become a bit uncomfortable for you." Joe stared at him mother in disbelief. "And how exactly is it fair, if I have to suffer humiliation in public, only to make Sarah happy? I thought, at least you would still consider your son valuable.."
Suddenly, Jessica's mood changed, as if her protesting son reminded her of the authority she had. "How dare you to speak up to me like that? You are thirteen years old, Joe, a child! You know nothing! If we as family don't go out anymore, it looks like we were hiding. People will start to talk about us and the SSS will be here faster than you can say 'humiliation'. We WILL go camping and you will HAVE TO endure what's necessary! Listen honey, I don't want you to suffer more than necessary, that's why I told your sister off. But I also have to take care of your sister and of myself, it's not only you. If anyone seeds the slightest rumor about us being rebels, we will be in deep trouble! It's not easy for me to torture my own son, but I play my part. Time to grow up and play yours, Joe! We'll be going next Monday." With these words Jessica left the room and Joe was alone.
Monday came fast. The week hadn't been special, in fact it had been quite calm. Only the "Stinky-Saturday" had been a bit more uncomfortable for Joe than usual, because Sarah and her friends wanted to celebrate the vacations duly. They had been on their feet shopping during the whole noon and afternoon. Additionally they had been dancing in the evening and therefore their feet in Joe's face had been a lot stinkier than normal. Now Joe sat on the couch in the living room and waited for his mother and sister to come. His only luggage was some clothes, pajamas and an old little tent. His mother hadn't allowed Joe to pack any luxury as in his old Game Boy, books or his iPod. At first she hadn't even wanted him to bring an own tent, because that could seem "too individual". Only Joe's argument that "it was always good to have a tent in reserve, just in case of something unexpected" had been able to change her mind. "Ah Joe, I see you're ready to go!" Jessica came downstairs with a huge and heavy bag in her hands, snuffled through the living room and put her baggage down in front of the couch. "Oh boy, this is heavy. Our camping adventure hasn't even started yet and I'm already sweaty!" She noticed the worried expression on her son's face and giggled: "Don't worry, Joe. You don't need to do anything at the moment. I was actually just saying this without any hidden agenda. But could you please bring my and your stuff in the car already? Here are the keys. I will look if Sarah is ready as well." Saying this, Jessica threw the keys to Joe and walked upstairs again.
"Your loyal servant hurries at your command..", Joe bitterly thought to himself as he stood up and began to tuck the baggage away in the car. A little while later Joe's mother and sister came downstairs and the last pieces of luggage were packed in the car. Joe was about to get in the vehicle, when Jessica held him back. "Joe, I'm sorry and I know that it is hard for you to get used to the new situation, but we can't just let you sit in the car normally. The society expects us to treat you like a footslave and footslaves don't have access to such luxury. We might get into a traffic control and just in case we need to look like a prime example for a Stenchlandian family. Our neighbors should think that from us, too. That is why we have to hurt you now, sorry honey.." With this, Jessica stepped back, looked at Sarah and nodded. Before Joe could react, Sarah jumped forwards and slammed her knee hard into Joe's pit of the stomach. With a deep moan, Joe buckled and fell to the ground. The pain was so intense, that he wasn't able to notice anything around him. He just lay on the ground, wallowing around in agony with his hands pressed on his stomach. While Joe was helpless, Sarah took some skipping ropes and duct tape out of her bag. She began to tie him up with the skipping ropes, using two for his legs, two for his arms and one for his hands. Sarah wasn't completely done, when Joe had recovered a bit from the punch. He tried to fight the rope and wanted to sit up his upper part of the body a bit but he was stopped by his mother who pressed her hand over Joe's mouth and held him down. "Thanks for the help, mom", Sarah said in relief. "I fear my kick didn't hit the solar plexus perfectly, he begins to struggle a lot." "I see", Jessica answered, "that's why I'm helping you know. Are you done tying your brother up soon? As I told you when I talked you through this, I want to keep the pain for Joe as little as possible!" Sarah glared at Jessica with a bugged facial expression and rolled her eyes. "I am almost done. I just need to secure some knots. It would really work out faster, if you would calm his struggling down a bit and prepare the gag already! Here's the duct tape."
Jessica nodded and took a look at the disturbed facial expression of her son. He was really panicking. For a moment Jessica felt like helping Joe up, comforting him, giving him a kiss and then just driving away with him and Sarah. But she knew that she had to be strong now, that she couldn't afford any pity now. While still pressing a hand over his mouth, she removed one of her boots and revealed a well worn black nylon sock glaring from sweat. She removed the sock as well and brought it up to Joe's face. "Hey honey, as I said, I'm sorry that we have to do this to you but if you cooperate now, it will be over a lot faster. Will you open your mouth voluntarily and calm down a bit?" Asking this, Jessica carefully removed her hand from Joe's mouth. Joe started to cough immediately and screamed with a panic voice: "No, please stop! This is not fair, no, please mom, please noommmphhhaaarghmmppphhh!" Jessica quickly stuffed her nylon sock in Joe's mouth, while he was screaming and completed the gag with a piece of duct tape. "Then I have to do it this way", she sighed, "You have to calm down now, Joe, ..shhhh..shh-shhh..shhhhhh.." While saying this, Jessica straightened up and readied. She concentrated on Joe's breathing and right after Joe exhaled, Jessica quickly brought her naked sole to Joe's face and pressed her humid toes hard on his nose, so that her air flow was cut off completely. Then she waited for some seconds before she spread her long toes and slid her slender sole up and down on Joe's nose, from the toe-area to the heel. Jessica repeated this procedure over and over again. Up and down. Up and down. To her own surprise, the cool air flow felt good on her hot, sweaty and stinky sole. It was so relaxing, that Jessica was literally carried away in her thoughts until she heard Sarah say: "Mom. Mom? Eeerrr, just wanted to tell you that I'm done." It took a while until Jessica reacted. "Mmmmh..what? What? Oh, yeah right. That's good." She looked down to Joe and noticed with shock that Joe's face already had a light green colour and that he was cross-eyed. Thereupon Jessica removed her foot quickly from Joe's face and said: "Okay I think he will be calm now." "Yeah, seems so.", Sarah admitted, "Let's get him into the cargo bay, so that we can finally drive!"
In the next minutes, Jessica and Sarah hauled up Joe's weak and tied up body and put him inside the cargo bay. Then, Jessica got in the car and checked the planned route for a last time, while Sarah couldn't help doing a last meanness to her little brother. She took one of her sneakers off, taped it over Joe's defenceless nose, chuckled a "sweet dreams, bro.." and closed the cargo bay. Now the camping trip could begin! Soon the engine rev-ed and the car began to move on its way to the national park. On the face of it, the atmosphere in the car seemed to be happy, casual and relaxed. But for Joe it was horrible. Instead of eating cookies and singing travelling songs like his mother and sister, he was tied up and gagged in the cargo bay, barely conscious and forced to inhale the pungent aroma of his sister's sneaker.
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