20 Questions Part 3

Chapter 167-2

20 Questions

Part 3

 

Once Shawn made it back to the hot tub he climbed in and then tried to move over to our side so he could put his hands around my neck. He didn’t make it part way before he felt his arm braces click together and screamed in pain bring him to his knees as his ankles locked. She released only his legs as she got into the water, she tsked at him. “Did you think it wouldn’t work underwater? You stupid boy, they were designed to work as bombs did when they used them in the cold war as they put them on enemy ships. The metal is so strong that you could beat them with a hammer and barely scratch them.

“They only come undone when I open them, and enter the right sequence, that only I know. You can’t cut them off or break them open unless you are stupid enough to cut them off your arms and feet. Unless you think you could stand to lose an arm or foot you are more than welcome to try. I met a man that tried gnawing his arm off, he bled to death, but they still stayed on. You can pry all you want to on the collar or your bracelets, They have been designed to be seamless, I can even if necessary pin you to a wall or any metal that has been designed for them to lock you in place; which you will soon learn when we go to bed tonight.

“I have had your boys beds designed to prevent you from getting out of them yet let you sleep comfortably. The same goes for my bed when you and I have sex or many of the girls; until you no longer need to be held in such a way, but neither will you be able to leave the room once you are inside it. I could leave the door open and as you have discovered you will not be able to cross the boundary unless I let you and that goes for any room in this house, including the pool, and weight room.

“You will obey me and your parents or anyone that asks you to do something. You will be treated fairly, you will be treated like everyone else as long as you are curtsies, and respectful. Chores will be done on the same principle. Equally and fairly until you prove that you can’t be respectful, you won’t obey. I have other methods I can use that don’t require pain but still get the same result. Just so you know.” She smelt something as something brown made its way to the surface and it wasn’t as if someone farted. Shawn and Arthur smiled as they both let out a stream of brown chuck and liquid.

My friends and I quickly got out of the hot tub, before it could reach us. Shawn and Arthur laughed even more; she and stayed in and told Stringum to turn off the hot tub and drain it. She tsked. “And I was planning such a wonderful evening of getting aquatinted. Do you guys mind leaving us, I don’t think I will be able to join you as planned its getting late anyway. It seems that our children needed a lesson they soon won’t forget.”

She touched each of her bracelets and Shawn and Arthur wrist and feet clicked together. She climbed out as the water drained. Leaving them in their filth, she didn’t cause them pain instead she had something else in mind. As she got out of the tub, we were curious to see what else she had in that bag. She smiled telling curiosity killed the cat, but she didn’t make us leave pulling out a prisoner jumpsuit for each of them, and set to the side as she dug out a bottle of clear liquid.

I recognized it right away knowing that moment you drank it you would be on the toilet for at least a couple of hours. Until there was nothing left in your digestion. She used a turkey boaster and made them both drink the entire bottle. Telling them once they had nothing left to stink or piss they can scrub the hot tub to its pristine condition and refill it only using a bucket. She unfolded the prison jumpsuit and placed them over a chair. Telling them once they were done cleaning and filling the tub they can put these on. Mr. Stringum brought her bathrobe and took up point so she could clean up, while he watched them. She handed him a bracelet that was marked having him try it out.

Once he had seen how it worked. She left him to watch over them, he wasn’t kind as she was as he flicked pain just so he could, telling them. “You have no idea how much it cost to fill one of these hot tubs and keep them running at the perfect temperature all day long. Or how much it costs to maintain them after someone like you did inside one, but you will once I am finished with you.” He pushed the button and they both screamed until the fell on their knees. By that time Terry was pushing me down to my room, with everyone following us.

The moment the door closed, Alison wasted no time filling the tub as the boys and her sister Ester quickly climbed into the shower and scrubbed each of us down several times as we waited for the tub to fill. Adding more than the normal amount of skin softeners and bubble bath, using rubbing alcohol in large amounts on our bodies until there wasn’t a bottle left in the entire house. Even then we questioned if we were clean enough, praying we were.

Dr. Sars came in and laughed at us seeing several bottles of rubbing alcohol empty on the floor, telling us. “When you have our own children it will be nothing more than a bar of soap to clean up a baby’s messy diaper or they spit up all over you or pee on you because you weren’t fast enough. Unpleasant yes, but not deadly, after all, you have been wiping your own asses for years, what goes in must come out. I am sorry that happened. It won’t happen again, next time they won’t be able to do more than fart.” She closed the door and left us to it. It still didn’t make us feel better, we would have skip having sex or break in the new bed if we weren’t so damn horny.

It was different having sex on a water bed, and I can say I really, liked it. We were playing spider love for the fifth time when Sara my nurse came into the room. She smiled. “No need to get up our stop, I just came in to hook him up to the IV and take his stats, before I turn in.” Ester chose to stop anyway said we been at it for a while.

 Sara nodded and quickly did her job. I cringed watching the needle go into my arm. I am not a friend of them. The way I am today, one of the main reasons why is because I don’t feel them anymore, because most of my nerves are dead, meaning I could put large pins in my arm and never really feel anything.

I have had a doctor test that theory, after my car accident where I had damaged my neck and was putting some sort of nerve blocker so they work on it in physical therapy. The needle was long and I mean really long, he told me it would hurt. Yet when he inserted it I felt no pain what so ever, and he did it twice totally convinced that my nervous system is really messed up and is dying. Now needles don’t bother me in the least, even when I recently went in to have a wart removed the size of a nickel on the side of my left foot.

The doctor tested the theory, a completely different Doctor then the other and told him that most of the nerves in my feet are dead. He had a pain killer if I needed one, laying the needle close by just in case as he cut off the wart. Then dug it out, asking me if I felt anything. I shook my head and continued on telling me I should feel this. When he began to freeze the rest of it and the skin he asked again. 

Yet I didn’t feel it and my foot never moved to indicate it was in pain. It bleeds like crazy with no pain. He was convinced that what I was telling him was true. He didn’t want to test the arm or neck theory but I showed him using a couple of safety pins. Sure there was blood, but again I didn’t feel the pain. So I am now immune to needles.

Once Sara had me hooked again we had one last round of sex and stimulation before we all turned in. Sparky had decided to join me at his place near my feet. For that’s where I had found him when I woke hearing noise that sounded angry coming down the hall, and it sounded like Mom and Dad arguing about Dr. Sars methods.

It was none of my business as the arguing soon stopped when I overheard Dad telling Dr. Sars that they both belong down in the cellar. Not up here with us, she yelled back. “We will discuss this in the morning, Mr. and Mrs. Rothwell. It has been a long day for all of us and I expect many more. Good night.”

I heard the door slam shut and ours open seeing Mom and Dad coming in to check on me. Mom quickly took my stats even though Sara had done so earlier; she smiled seeing they were practically normal. She and Dad kissed me good night and left the room, hearing Dad say. “I told you he would be just fine.” Another door closed and then there was complete silence.

It was almost 9 when we woke or I should say when I woke to notice everyone had left the room including Sparky. I didn’t complain considering it was the best night sleep I have had in a very long time. Sara and Mom came to get me, as Sara took my stats and changed the IV bag and the medicine that was removing the poison. 

Like every morning they wanted to see how far I could go before I needed assistance. Today I made nearly to the bathroom on my own, which was a big improvement. They let me do my business only checking to make sure I hadn’t fallen. While Mom picked out the clothes she wanted me to wear.

She had chosen the gray scrubs without a t-shirt and a nice pair of warm socks. She really likes the doctor scrubs because they were easy to put on and take off, for both of us, being light yet durable, but most of all comfortable. She didn’t ask if I wanted to walk to the breakfast table, instead, she insisted that I was riding in the wheelchair as Sara placed my IV friend behind my wheelchair, and I was fine with that. Once at the table the first thing I noticed that Shawn and Arthur were present, wearing their specially made jumpsuits.

These had no sides or sleeves, just snaps at the top along the shoulders so all a person had to do was unsnap them and they would be shirtless and if they chose to stand up they would easily fall to their ankles. I also noticed that crotch area had been specially designed like the top as snaps outlined a square pattern, only just enough so when they were undone the fabric would hang down exposing the crotch and their penis which at the moment was standing hard and proud. It’s not nice to look at another man's penis unless they were given permission to do a lot more than look. So I turned my eyes elsewhere like to my own breakfast.

Noticing all of us had real silverware and they did not, theirs were plastic. I also noticed that they had been shaved nearly bald or what we call a military haircut. Most likely because it was impossible to hide bobby pins in it like they had last night, also noticing that Shawn’s fingers were bandaged where they had been broken. I still didn’t feel bad about it and considered that he should feel lucky that they weren’t broken on the hand he uses the most.

He didn’t growl at me, but he did give me hated looks, mostly because Dr. Sars was sitting right next to him as she smiled discussing with Mom and Dad about her treatment that includes Shawn and Arthur to be present and participating, not locked away which so far has proven ineffective, causing bad behavior of having them acting out. Mom agreed and Dad didn’t. Even more so when she asked them both to be loving parents again, and not alienate them like they have been doing because of the shaming ritual for what they have done, using one of my grandma’s quotes. ‘You catch more flies with honey then you do with vinegar.’

Dad didn’t agree like the rest of us, feeling they needed to be punished for what they had done. Dr. Sars said. “Punished yes, but punishment has a limit. Once you have crossed that boundary, the punishment becomes meaningless stating I might as well do it anyway if I am still going to be punished regardless.” Dad was speechless and so was I because. It sounded like something I had done regarding my actions and behavior at school and at home.  I couldn’t find fault with that reason, but neither could I forgive Shawn and Arthur for what they have done. Like trust, forgives must be earned.

Dr. Sars understood that stating she not condoning their actions, she just asking to approach the problem at a different angle. Dad nodded. “We will try it your way for now.” She nodded and handed him a bracelet and one to Mom as well. Explaining how they work. She made Shawn walk to the entryway hearing the alarm go off as she waved her bracelet in front of it stopped, as they saw that Shawn was unable to move, not even crawling as he was pinned in place on his stomach spread eagle.

She released him telling him “Every doorway in the house has been programmed the same way. Every cupboard, drawer, every knife and sharp object in the kitchen and throughout the house has been fitted with a chip causing them to drop the item or prevent them from touching it. Causing pain, and will keep increasing until they drop it, or step away. I have given them their freedom to walk the house, but no more than that and certainly not without supervision. If they try to go out of bounds within their approximately, their restraints will automatically bind them preventing them to move and will alert the user, that their charges have gone outside of their boundaries.

“They can not free themselves; in any way, they can’t damage the devices. They are made of hardened metal, they are seamless. They are waterproof as these boys learned last night.” She asked. “Do you have any questions?”

Mom and Dad shook their heads Dad said, “for now anyway.”

She nodded then said. “I must check on my guests that I have invited to help me and many more of the details we will discuss at my connivance.” She got up from the table, grabbed a jacket and walked out the door.