Jake lifted her bra up roughly again and looked at her breasts. Still covered in thumbtacks, there were dozens of tiny red droplets of blood on them. Eric walked around and slid her panties down. Her ass looked the same. Quickly, and harshly, the brothers removed all the thumbtacks from her body. By the time they were finished, Denise was crying again. Jake grabbed her shoulders and knelt up perfectly straight, just like she had been standing. He walked around and tied her elbows together as well, to arch her back a bit and jut her breasts out a little. He left the room for a moment and returned with a video camera.

Setting it to record he spoke. "This is a test of your endurance Denise," he said. "I have to go to work. I'll be back at 11:30 tonight. You do not move from that position for the next—" he looked at the clock "seven and a half hours. You don't move an inch, you don't stretch, you don't lean back, you don't droop forward, you don't move at all. If you do, I swear, so help me God, you will face a torture a hundred times worse than what you felt today. Do you understand me?" Denise was crying by now, crying hard, but afraid to drop her head for fear of the repercussions. She kept her eyes focused on Jake and nodded.

"Good," Jake said. "Eric will be here, but I've asked him not to touch you at all, so as not to distract you. We'll see how strong you really are now you little slut," he finished. "Good luck."

Jake closed the door, leaving her alone with Eric. Eric set up a TV to the left of the video camera and turned it on. Then he pulled up a chair and sat next to Denise. He didn't touch her but occasionally he looked over at her and smiled, or laughed at her predicament. Denise only cried.

She tried to distract herself. She watched the TV, she moved her head a lot. She tried not to stare at the clock but most times she couldn't help it. The minutes seemed to tick by so slowly. She'd count to sixty and look again and it hadn't changed. She felt herself cramping up, the pain increased with each minute that passed by. She closed her eyes and prayed. And somehow a miracle came for her.

11:30 arrived. Jake walked in the door and saw her kneeling ramrod straight, exactly as she had when he had left her. He looked at Eric.

"Did she stay like this the whole night?"

Eric nodded disappointedly. "Yep. She didn't move. What the fuck."

Jake smiled. "Not bad, Denise," he said. "I'm shocked. I'll watch the tape anyway, just to make sure, but you will be rewarded for this. You can relax now."

Immediately, Denise sunk down and rested her ass on her legs and dropped her head. Jake walked around and unbound her ankles and knees and lifted her up, guiding her upstairs.

"I'm sure you're tired," he said. "You've had a hard day. You should sleep well tonight." He led her into her room and untied her wrists and elbows, then removed her ball gag. She stood there, looking at him. "Well, take your clothes off," he said. Slowly, she stripped in front of him, then stood there, completely nude. Turning her around, Jake applied the handcuffs too her wrists again, securing them behind her back, then left the room, turning out the light and locking the door. Denise crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep again.

Denise woke up again to her alarm the next morning. She had slept relatively decent, considering her once again limited mobility and the pain her body was in from the past couple days.

Again, she struggled to open the door and once again, saw just the key on the table with a note. Today's note read:

Take a shower again. We've got hot water today. Clean yourself up, and when you're done, put the cuffs back on (hands behind your back of course), and come downstairs. You won't be needing clothes today.

Crying, Denise once again struggled with the handcuffs, and once removing them, walked to the bathroom, and set them on the counter. She turned the water on full blast, and high heat and stepped in. The burning hot water felt good on her naked body. It gave a cleansing feeling that she hadn't felt the morning before because of the coldness. She actually found herself enjoying the shower, feeling enjoyment for the first time since her parents had left.

She brushed her teeth three times and used several capfuls of mouthwash to get the awful test of piss and cum out of her mouth. When she was as clean as she felt she could get she clapped the one handcuff onto her right wrist, then placed her wrists behind her back and snapped the other cuff onto her left wrist.

Opening the door, she walked down the stairs slowly, with no hands to balance her. Arriving at the bottom and entering the family room she saw both of her brothers in their usual places on the couches.

Jake smiled at her when she came down. "Well, Denise, I promised you a reward if you did good last night, and after watching the video I can see that you really did hold yourself upright for all that time. I'm proud of you." He pinched her cheek. "And so, as a man of my word, we will reward you."

She stared at him silently, afraid that his idea of a "reward" might not be what she expected.

"It occurred to me," Jake continued, "that we kind of jumped into this with you. My guess is, if we keep up the pace we've been at, you might go insane by the end of the summer. And we can't have that. So we're gonna take it easy with you for a little while, and give you some leeway. For instance, for the next few days, we will not demand much of you at all. In fact, we're going to allow you to lay out in the sun for a while. Supervised and restrained of course," he added quickly.

Denise felt a bit of happiness come over her and almost smiled. But she stopped herself, still hesitant and what exactly was going to happen. Jake walked over and took her elbow and led her to the back door. He opened it and led her outside, where she saw a chair sitting out, with a bottle of tanning oil next to it.

Their family had a fenced in backyard and lived far back from the rest of their neighbors, so nobody could see in, or peak over and stare at them. Denise had often sunbathed in the nude when her parents weren't home before, so she wasn't worried about anybody seeing her now. It was a gorgeous sunny day and finally, Denise began to smile.

"Do you want to tan your back first or your front?" Jake asked.

"Back, please," Denise responded.

Jake smiled. He laid her down on her stomach and started rubbing tanning lotion all over the back of her body, her neck, her legs, her back, and especially her ass. He rubbed her so she glistened in the sun, then sat down in the chair next to her.

"Are the handcuffs staying on?" she asked.

"Yes," Jake said. "Other than that, you have free reign. Tell me when you want turned over, when you need more tanning oil, anything like that."

"Okay," Denise said, and closed her eyes. The cuffs were uncomfortable but the hot sun on her back felt extremely good. She smiled as she felt it hitting her back.

She spent the day rotating between laying on her back and laying on her stomach. She tried to get the most even tan possible, but she knew it would take some time for her to get to the color she wanted. She hoped she would have more opportunities.

She got several more opportunities. For the next ten days her brothers did nothing to her, except allow her to lay out in the sun and tan. Her wrists were kept behind her at all times however. That was one of the conditions. Even sleeping, and in the shower. So she had to shower with one of the guys. But other than that, they were extremely gentle with her. They fed her (on the floor of course) well, allowed her bathroom breaks, tanning time, anything she wanted pretty much. And as the days passed she loved seeing her skin darken. Soon, she had the perfect tan that both she and her brothers had been looking for.

They darkened her hair for her a couple days later, so it was dark brown, as she preferred it in the summer, to match her tan. When she'd wake up in the mornings, she'd look at herself in the mirror again and smile. She was beautiful again, just like she used to be before. She was secretly hoping to herself that those first three days of hell were gone for good and secretly afraid that they weren't.

The alarm jolted Denise awake one morning a couple days later. It had been the first time the alarm had been set for her in more than three weeks. Groggily rolling out of bed she stood up and admired herself in the mirror. She had gotten used to seeing her wrists restrained behind her with cuffs, but even with that predicament, she could still smile. She had the perfect tan she wanted and her dyed perfectly, just like she'd wanted it. She walked to the door, turned around, and opened it flawlessly. She had perfected opening it with her wrists cuffed behind her back over the summer. And when she turned around again she saw the table sitting in front of her door.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The table had not been there since her brothers had started taking it easy on her. She feared that this meant a return to the harsher early days of summer. Trying to push the thought out of her mind, she leaned down and saw the key and a note.

Here's the key for your cuffs. Take a shower.