Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

[Juicy Fresh]

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“The court has sentence Ms. Gabrielle Krystina Long with 100 hours of community service and 2 months under house arrest.” The judge starred me down as she placed the court papers down on her oak palace. She was tall, with brown graying hair, beady eyes and bags above her cheeks. Silver, thin, rectangular glasses fell down to the tip of her large nose. “Ms. Long.” She grabbed my attention. I looked up at her with intense attitude. It was obvious I didn't want to be in here and that this was a waste of my time. I wasn't happy with the court jurisdiction. I didn't think it was fair. “There are consequences for your actions, do you understand? It's a great shame your parents have passed. At 17 years old, you should be more responsible than this.” She shook her head, as if trying to scold me like my mother. She used her death against me and it irritated me to an uncontrollable length.

“Don't pretend like your my mother.” I muttered out from my gritted teeth. I was looking down at my cuffed hands, but my angered eyes returned to face her. My lawyer nearly shit himself when I said that. He gave me a strong pinch on my arm to get me to shut up. I was risking to make things worse. The whole case I was quiet, not a single peep, but then, last minute when I've already received a break I open my big mouth.

The judge was flabbergasted from my spit-back. She shook her head, but my lawyer swooped in to save my ass. “Judge Morin, my client means no disrespect, I assure you this. Ms. Long is dealing with the death of both of her parents – this is a very difficult time. I thank you for your generous-”

“Yes, GENEROUS. That is exactly what this is, Ms. Long.” The judge snarled at me.

My lawyer continued to try and flirt his way to a better case. He nodded his head in agreement, “Generous it is, but I have a small request to ask from you.” The judge was about to slam her hammer against the board, but retracted, curios as to what he was going to say. She waved her hand for him to continue. “Ms. Long has no family left. The only house arrest she would be completing would be either in Juvenal prison or the orphanage. She has no siblings, and no aunts or uncles, except one who lives in another state.”

Her eyes opened with interest. “What is the name of this uncle?” Once she got the information, she exited the court room to make a phone call. After 15 minutes, she returned. “Your a lucky girl, Ms. Long. Your uncle is a very reputable man in his town. I understand he lives out of state, but I will agree to the offer your uncle made. Your uncle lives on a horse farm, correct?” She asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I wouldn't know. I haven't seen him since I was a kid. He left the family.” I was cold when I responded the judge shook her head again but continued.

“Your uncle lives on a horse farm. You will spend the summer there under 2 months of house arrest. Lucky for you, the farm is in the country and there aren't many areas of trouble you can commit.” She smiled, that little perky smile I hated so much. “His farm so happens to offer free addiction-recovery courses during the summer to patients healing from drug and alcohol addiction. PERFECT for you to complete your community service. Legally, he is now your guardian, despite family disagreements in the past. You will move there this weekend and begin to complete your hours. Understood? That is my final judgment.” She knocked on her desk. “Please make your way to the exit in the back of the room.” Two guards walked towards me and un-cuffed my wrists. I was free to leave with my lawyer – who was a good family friend. This was all over now. But little did I know, something new was about to begin.

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Five days later, all of my belongings were packed in over 4 suitcases and 23 boxes. My parents belongings, including the house and the cars will be sold and the money placed in my youth account until I'm old enough to use it. I also received all of their worths and they so happened to have a large payout life insurance. Lucky me, I was rich. But I didn't seem to care. I was sludge in the backseat of the SUV that was leading the way of the moving truck. We had been traveling for a couple of days now and I was exhausted and to say the least, depressed and filled with anger. I hated my uncle. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. We finally arrived the farm, literally, in the middle of NOWHERE. A giant farm on a huge outskirt of land with no other houses of farms in sight. The only other farms I can see from here look like ants. And the shopping mall, the cell phone, the internet, obliterated. Before I complete this sentence, I will die of boredom. Pulling up to the driveway, my lawyer, Hank, got out of the driver's seat and opened the backdoor to let me get out. I looked up at him, not budging. He sighed but before he was going to pull me out I got out to cut him some slack. He slammed the door closed and I looked up at the huge amount of house there was in front of me. I turned to Hank and embraced him in a hug. He hugged me back, kissing the top of my head. “You can always visit. And if anything goes wrong, I will do my best to get you out, OK? Your uncle is a good man, Goldie. I didn't tell you this, but on the move I found a document from your father. He claimed he would have wanted this for you.” I held my tears back, I was stronger than that. I heard a click of the door and let go of Hank. I looked up to see my uncle exiting the house with a smile on his face.

 

[Ruphhausin]

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“The court has sentence Ms. Gabrielle Krystina Long with 100 hours of community service and 2 months under house arrest.” The judge starred me down as she placed the court papers down on her oak palace. She was tall, with brown graying hair, beady eyes and bags above her cheeks. Silver, thin, rectangular glasses fell down to the tip of her large nose. “Ms. Long.” She grabbed my attention. I looked up at her with intense attitude. It was obvious I didn't want to be in here and that this was a waste of my time. I wasn't happy with the court jurisdiction. I didn't think it was fair. “There are consequences for your actions, do you understand? It's a great shame your parents have passed. At 17 years old, you should be more responsible than this.” She shook her head, as if trying to scold me like my mother. She used her death against me and it irritated me to an uncontrollable length.

“Don't pretend like your my mother.” I muttered out from my gritted teeth. I was looking down at my cuffed hands, but my angered eyes returned to face her. My lawyer nearly shit himself when I said that. He gave me a strong pinch on my arm to get me to shut up. I was risking to make things worse. The whole case I was quiet, not a single peep, but then, last minute when I've already received a break I open my big mouth.

The judge was flabbergasted from my spit-back. She shook her head, but my lawyer swooped in to save my ass. “Judge Morin, my client means no disrespect, I assure you this. Ms. Long is dealing with the death of both of her parents – this is a very difficult time. I thank you for your generous-”

“Yes, GENEROUS. That is exactly what this is, Ms. Long.” The judge snarled at me.

My lawyer continued to try and flirt his way to a better case. He nodded his head in agreement, “Generous it is, but I have a small request to ask from you.” The judge was about to slam her hammer against the board, but retracted, curios as to what he was going to say. She waved her hand for him to continue. “Ms. Long has no family left. The only house arrest she would be completing would be either in Juvenal prison or the orphanage. She has no siblings, and no aunts or uncles, except one who lives in another state.”

Her eyes opened with interest. “What is the name of this uncle?” Once she got the information, she exited the court room to make a phone call. After 15 minutes, she returned. “Your a lucky girl, Ms. Long. Your uncle is a very reputable man in his town. I understand he lives out of state, but I will agree to the offer your uncle made. Your uncle lives on a horse farm, correct?” She asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I wouldn't know. I haven't seen him since I was a kid. He left the family.” I was cold when I responded the judge shook her head again but continued.

“Your uncle lives on a horse farm. You will spend the summer there under 2 months of house arrest. Lucky for you, the farm is in the country and there aren't many areas of trouble you can commit.” She smiled, that little perky smile I hated so much. “His farm so happens to offer free addiction-recovery courses during the summer to patients healing from drug and alcohol addiction. PERFECT for you to complete your community service. Legally, he is now your guardian, despite family disagreements in the past. You will move there this weekend and begin to complete your hours. Understood? That is my final judgment.” She knocked on her desk. “Please make your way to the exit in the back of the room.” Two guards walked towards me and un-cuffed my wrists. I was free to leave with my lawyer – who was a good family friend. This was all over now. But little did I know, something new was about to begin.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *​

Five days later, all of my belongings were packed in over 4 suitcases and 23 boxes. My parents belongings, including the house and the cars will be sold and the money placed in my youth account until I'm old enough to use it. I also received all of their worths and they so happened to have a large payout life insurance. Lucky me, I was rich. But I didn't seem to care. I was sludge in the backseat of the SUV that was leading the way of the moving truck. We had been traveling for a couple of days now and I was exhausted and to say the least, depressed and filled with anger. I hated my uncle. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. We finally arrived the farm, literally, in the middle of NOWHERE. A giant farm on a huge outskirt of land with no other houses of farms in sight. The only other farms I can see from here look like ants. And the shopping mall, the cell phone, the internet, obliterated. Before I complete this sentence, I will die of boredom. Pulling up to the driveway, my lawyer, Hank, got out of the driver's seat and opened the backdoor to let me get out. I looked up at him, not budging. He sighed but before he was going to pull me out I got out to cut him some slack. He slammed the door closed and I looked up at the huge amount of house there was in front of me. I turned to Hank and embraced him in a hug. He hugged me back, kissing the top of my head. “You can always visit. And if anything goes wrong, I will do my best to get you out, OK? Your uncle is a good man, Goldie. I didn't tell you this, but on the move I found a document from your father. He claimed he would have wanted this for you.” I held my tears back, I was stronger than that. I heard a click of the door and let go of Hank. I looked up to see my uncle exiting the house with a smile on his face.

I was not shocked, on receiving the call, as to what it was about. I was not able to attend the funeral because of being out of state, but I did have sorrow at my brother's passing. We had been fraternal twins, born a few minutes apart, and at times that distance was light years in expanse. Especially the last several. I had not left the family, rather there were issues, namely that I felt things that he didn't feel at all. The last couple of years before his death, things had changed, and he and your mother had paid a few visits, which you would not have wanted to go on in the first place,

"She is spoiled, Gary. We really don't know what to do."

He had shown me the picture, and I was shocked. You looked a good deal like your mother, and that was part of the problem. I was sexually attracted to you from your picture, and I already knew things were going to happen.

Because your father had legally changed his name, and because I had not been out to see you or them where you were living, no on in the state knew you were my niece. Your lawyer friend was told not to bring it up as the state could see it as favoritism, and then you would be back where you were avoiding. I was pretty fit and healthy for my thirty-eight years, and like my brother, your father, I made quite a bit of money and was smart with it. I owned the ranch, the land surrounding it, and the horses as well. I opened the door after letting you get in front of the huge house, then smiled down at you.

I was dressed in jeans, the fit of which I liked that showed off the muscles I had in my legs. I was by no means a competitive body builder, but I was very fit and worked out every day. I had dark brown hair, only the very temples of which was a bit on the gray side. I had on my favorite post work shirt, an all cotton light green number that offset the deep intensity of my jade green eyes. I had on a dark brown vest to match the boots and belt I wore, and I looked at Hank, nodding when a descended the stairs of the porch.

"Nice to see you again, Hank."

We shook hands, as I really did like him. It was not his fault you were, in the courts words, "incorrigible".

"Gary. Nice to see you again. I see the spread is still strong."

I nod, handing him the legal papers that I had signed that he faxed me. He looked them over, nodding in satisfaction as they were all together.

"Okay. I have got to get back, as I have to oversee the sales and all."

"Remember to keep the right price in mind, as she needs to have as much money in her account as she can."

After Hank started to drive away, and your things were unpacked, I looked right at you, knowing what I was saying was known to you.

"No internet, cell, outside phone access, or even leaving the property till you have earned it. That is why Hank put your cell, laptop, and all electronics into the one case. Here, my word is law, as that is how the state wants it. I am a fully sworn in officer of the law here, so that is the way things are. Do you have any questions yet... "Goldie"?

I made it clear from the start that I was in charge, and things were on my word alone, and that this was not a democracy.

 

[Juicy Fresh]

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“The court has sentence Ms. Gabrielle Krystina Long with 100 hours of community service and 2 months under house arrest.” The judge starred me down as she placed the court papers down on her oak palace. She was tall, with brown graying hair, beady eyes and bags above her cheeks. Silver, thin, rectangular glasses fell down to the tip of her large nose. “Ms. Long.” She grabbed my attention. I looked up at her with intense attitude. It was obvious I didn't want to be in here and that this was a waste of my time. I wasn't happy with the court jurisdiction. I didn't think it was fair. “There are consequences for your actions, do you understand? It's a great shame your parents have passed. At 17 years old, you should be more responsible than this.” She shook her head, as if trying to scold me like my mother. She used her death against me and it irritated me to an uncontrollable length.

“Don't pretend like your my mother.” I muttered out from my gritted teeth. I was looking down at my cuffed hands, but my angered eyes returned to face her. My lawyer nearly shit himself when I said that. He gave me a strong pinch on my arm to get me to shut up. I was risking to make things worse. The whole case I was quiet, not a single peep, but then, last minute when I've already received a break I open my big mouth.

The judge was flabbergasted from my spit-back. She shook her head, but my lawyer swooped in to save my ass. “Judge Morin, my client means no disrespect, I assure you this. Ms. Long is dealing with the death of both of her parents – this is a very difficult time. I thank you for your generous-”

“Yes, GENEROUS. That is exactly what this is, Ms. Long.” The judge snarled at me.

My lawyer continued to try and flirt his way to a better case. He nodded his head in agreement, “Generous it is, but I have a small request to ask from you.” The judge was about to slam her hammer against the board, but retracted, curios as to what he was going to say. She waved her hand for him to continue. “Ms. Long has no family left. The only house arrest she would be completing would be either in Juvenal prison or the orphanage. She has no siblings, and no aunts or uncles, except one who lives in another state.”

Her eyes opened with interest. “What is the name of this uncle?” Once she got the information, she exited the court room to make a phone call. After 15 minutes, she returned. “Your a lucky girl, Ms. Long. Your uncle is a very reputable man in his town. I understand he lives out of state, but I will agree to the offer your uncle made. Your uncle lives on a horse farm, correct?” She asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I wouldn't know. I haven't seen him since I was a kid. He left the family.” I was cold when I responded the judge shook her head again but continued.

“Your uncle lives on a horse farm. You will spend the summer there under 2 months of house arrest. Lucky for you, the farm is in the country and there aren't many areas of trouble you can commit.” She smiled, that little perky smile I hated so much. “His farm so happens to offer free addiction-recovery courses during the summer to patients healing from drug and alcohol addiction. PERFECT for you to complete your community service. Legally, he is now your guardian, despite family disagreements in the past. You will move there this weekend and begin to complete your hours. Understood? That is my final judgment.” She knocked on her desk. “Please make your way to the exit in the back of the room.” Two guards walked towards me and un-cuffed my wrists. I was free to leave with my lawyer – who was a good family friend. This was all over now. But little did I know, something new was about to begin.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *​

Five days later, all of my belongings were packed in over 4 suitcases and 23 boxes. My parents belongings, including the house and the cars will be sold and the money placed in my youth account until I'm old enough to use it. I also received all of their worths and they so happened to have a large payout life insurance. Lucky me, I was rich. But I didn't seem to care. I was sludge in the backseat of the SUV that was leading the way of the moving truck. We had been traveling for a couple of days now and I was exhausted and to say the least, depressed and filled with anger. I hated my uncle. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. We finally arrived the farm, literally, in the middle of NOWHERE. A giant farm on a huge outskirt of land with no other houses of farms in sight. The only other farms I can see from here look like ants. And the shopping mall, the cell phone, the internet, obliterated. Before I complete this sentence, I will die of boredom. Pulling up to the driveway, my lawyer, Hank, got out of the driver's seat and opened the backdoor to let me get out. I looked up at him, not budging. He sighed but before he was going to pull me out I got out to cut him some slack. He slammed the door closed and I looked up at the huge amount of house there was in front of me. I turned to Hank and embraced him in a hug. He hugged me back, kissing the top of my head. “You can always visit. And if anything goes wrong, I will do my best to get you out, OK? Your uncle is a good man, Goldie. I didn't tell you this, but on the move I found a document from your father. He claimed he would have wanted this for you.” I held my tears back, I was stronger than that. I heard a click of the door and let go of Hank. I looked up to see my uncle exiting the house with a smile on his face.

I was not shocked, on receiving the call, as to what it was about. I was not able to attend the funeral because of being out of state, but I did have sorrow at my brother's passing. We had been fraternal twins, born a few minutes apart, and at times that distance was light years in expanse. Especially the last several. I had not left the family, rather there were issues, namely that I felt things that he didn't feel at all. The last couple of years before his death, things had changed, and he and your mother had paid a few visits, which you would not have wanted to go on in the first place,

"She is spoiled, Gary. We really don't know what to do."

He had shown me the picture, and I was shocked. You looked a good deal like your mother, and that was part of the problem. I was sexually attracted to you from your picture, and I already knew things were going to happen.

Because your father had legally changed his name, and because I had not been out to see you or them where you were living, no on in the state knew you were my niece. Your lawyer friend was told not to bring it up as the state could see it as favoritism, and then you would be back where you were avoiding. I was pretty fit and healthy for my thirty-eight years, and like my brother, your father, I made quite a bit of money and was smart with it. I owned the ranch, the land surrounding it, and the horses as well. I opened the door after letting you get in front of the huge house, then smiled down at you.

I was dressed in jeans, the fit of which I liked that showed off the muscles I had in my legs. I was by no means a competitive body builder, but I was very fit and worked out every day. I had dark brown hair, only the very temples of which was a bit on the gray side. I had on my favorite post work shirt, an all cotton light green number that offset the deep intensity of my jade green eyes. I had on a dark brown vest to match the boots and belt I wore, and I looked at Hank, nodding when a descended the stairs of the porch.

"Nice to see you again, Hank."

We shook hands, as I really did like him. It was not his fault you were, in the courts words, "incorrigible".

"Gary. Nice to see you again. I see the spread is still strong."

I nod, handing him the legal papers that I had signed that he faxed me. He looked them over, nodding in satisfaction as they were all together.

"Okay. I have got to get back, as I have to oversee the sales and all."

"Remember to keep the right price in mind, as she needs to have as much money in her account as she can."

After Hank started to drive away, and your things were unpacked, I looked right at you, knowing what I was saying was known to you.

"No internet, cell, outside phone access, or even leaving the property till you have earned it. That is why Hank put your cell, laptop, and all electronics into the one case. Here, my word is law, as that is how the state wants it. I am a fully sworn in officer of the law here, so that is the way things are. Do you have any questions yet... "Goldie"?

I made it clear from the start that I was in charge, and things were on my word alone, and that this was not a democracy.

As you walked outside, I turned around, folding my arms and looking towards the movers. It was a small truck that brought over my stuff. I only took things I could fit in boxes. It took the movers a little over 20 minutes to unpack all of the boxes on the rocky driveway. My furniture wasn't being shipped for another couple of weeks. I watched them unload the back of the truck, my back was to you. I didn't even want to look at you. But, of course, there goes Hank, pulling me around to face you. He held me against him, “Gabrielle, your Uncle Gary.” He introduced us for the first time in 12 years. I looked you up and down, starting from your boots to your face. I smirked. You were nothing like I expected. I was expecting an overweight, pot-bellied, beer drinking, hill billy. But here you were, kind of stylish for your age on the country side, more fit than my father. But I didn't show any surprise, at least, I tried not too.

I starred up at you, giving you an evil glare through my dark brown eyes, with a hazel trimming around the pupil. I was the definition of a spoiled bitchy teenager. My hair was straight, not my natural, it was straightened. I had it tied up in a loose pony-tail with my bangs hanging on the side of my cheeks. My hair was long, and fell to my mid-back, even in the pony-tail. I was wearing typical city clothes. My shirt was Abercrombie & Fitch, tight fitted around the arms and stomach. It's short sleeved, and V-neck cut around the chest. Since I had my arms crossed, I had my breasts pushed together with a nice showing of cleavage. I was also wearing short-shorts that had a purpose ripped style and a white belt with a diamond belt buckle. The teal-colored shirt was a little small for me, showing off about an inch of my stomach between the shirt and the shorts. I had long tanned legs, waxed smoothly and wore, of course, purple open-toed high heels. With the high heels, I was still a couple of inches shorter than you were, but without the heels, I was about 5'5.

As you and Hank spoke together, I looked around, still arms crossed. I was analyzing my surroundings. I could see a lot of land, a large spread of trees and forest towards the back of the house. I wondered if there was a pool, or a hot tub. It was blazing hot outside, and since I had nothing to do anyways, a swim wouldn't be such a boring idea. I returned my gaze to you as Hank returned to his car. He got in and rolled down the window. “Oh, the police should be here in 10-20 minutes to put on the ankle bracelet. You'll have a much large perimeter of space you can stay within since the land Gary owns is so much bigger than the city. Consider yourself lucky, Gabs.” I hated that nickname. The movers had finished unloading the boxes on the drive and were ready to go. Both of them parted together and left us alone. I watched them take off and turned around to look at you. My face drooped as you set down your reals. I really was going to die of boredom. “Yes, sir, Sergeant Dickwad. I hear ya' loud and clear.” I grimaced and turned to grab a box. By the time I had all of these boxes inside, the police would probably arrive. Ludging the box past you, I pushed you aside to enter the house. I just ignored you from that point on. My heels made clapping noises and I went up the stairs, pushing out my ass as I augmented towards the door. “Can you get those, oh kingly uncle of mine.” I smirked, my wit being full of attitude. I bent over, ass in the air, and placed the box down inside the house by the door. “So where's my fortress?”

 

[Ruphhausin]

"Oh now this is going to be a fun first weekend."

It was not I who said that, rather the six young people who had come around the house. They were nice and clean, and they were looking you over with bemused smiles. Specifically, the oldest of the young men, about nineteen was especially amused, as he recognized the attitude right away. They were all in jeans, shirts with colors that were matching of their eyes, but the styles were personalized to there tastes somewhat. One of the three guys put his arm around a girl who obviously looked like she was from an mixed Italian-Greek family, the shortest of the three girls but about an inch taller than you, and kidded her. The six look just like you basically: Young in shape, but obviously having had to need guidance.

"Recognize the first day attitude Elektra?"

She elbowed him, the oldest and tallest of the three females, only about three inches more than you, laughs at the guy, then tells her.

"Okay, Elektra. It's your turn. Give us the lowdown."

"Elektra" gives you a really look over, not needing long at all. She smiles, her assessment very on the nose as she rattles them off.

"Born to money.. mommy and daddy actually worked for it.. didn't care... whole life is her cell, the mall, and parties... at least till she got busted... probably some coke and speed, mostly weed and alcohol..... parents dead.. trust fund baby no one should have ever let have the "keys to the kingdom"... shipped here for at least two months but likely enough will get herself stuck her for longer or have to take the six month route in order to get access to her trust again without accounting every dime before she turns twenty-five.... real name is probably Gabrielle, with some ethnic sounding middle name like.... 'Krystina" or some such shit..."

The second oldest guy, who is with the oldest girl, looked to me. He looked like he was of mixed Oriental parentage, and the girl, mostly French and Irish mixed, was a clash standing with him. He spoke, an obvious drawl showing he was a native to the area.

'Well, "Uncle" Gary.... how close was she?"

"Right on the money. That means you get to say who does the dishes tonight, Elektra."

They all laugh a bit, very amused as they start to file in, the first three the ones you got a good look at. The other three, a Hispanic young man, an African American girl, and the Middle Eastern looking guy who was hanging on Electra. He chimed in to you as he passed:

"Gabs.... you better start bringing your own stuff in, 'cause no one is bringing it in till you start moving some yo'self."

After about five minutes, I looked right at you, explaining.

"A lot of the young people sent her are just like you. Trust fund babies or rich brats who never think they will have to pay a damn bit of dues. Well... this is 2010, dear... and here, you are not my niece... you are another one of the bunch. You're new, and it will be hell for you. You are going to get the worst of the chores, the last chances at the bathroom and shower, and you will learn. Inside the fence of this property, I am the law, empowered by the state of...."

The men arrive, and they waste no time in putting the bracelet on you. They then tell me that because it is my grounds, they also give me a smaller unit for other purposes.

"If you decide she can take it off, that is fine here. But she wears it off this property, just like the rest did for their first few. We will be back in a week for them to do the cattle drive."

After they leave, I move to the door, opening it again and gesturing to the box inside.

"You have the room right next to mine. Get your stuff in there... and don't worry about putting things away. We will be going through them so you do not have anything you are not supposed to have."

 

[Juicy Fresh]

As the six teens approached I just ignored their looks and their smirks. I had considered, when seeing them, befriending them so I had something to do – after all, I thought I'd be stuck here a lone with nothing to do. But then they opened their stupid bad-ass mouths and I just wanted to punch them in the face. That befriending thought exploded in my face and the idea vanished quickly. They thought it was funny how I was stuck here, but it wasn't. Nevertheless, I kept my mouth shut and just listened to what they said, all of their judgments. The funniest part was that they think they know who I am – but they were probably just like me, if not still are just like me. I was a spoiled brat, but I had another side. A dark side many people thought was my bratiness, but it's not. The bratiness is my good side, my bad side is... is something people don't want to see.

I shook my head as they continued to blabber on what they thought about me. I just continued to get my stuff inside, which was opposite to what I had asked before. I liked to boss people around, but all in all, I got the job done if no one else did. I had brought in about 11 boxes before one of the girls, Elektra or some shit like that, started to throw around these words and predictions about me. For the most part, outside, she was right, But entirely wrong about the reason I was here, and very wrong about my wealth. Of course, Uncle Military makes her feel all ego-proud by telling her she's right, even when she's not. What a prick. I loaded another two boxes into the house. I only had a few boxes left to go, they were piling up like a pyramid in the living room since I still had no answer where my room was. I figured it'd be near your room, since you were going all King Power on me.

I was silent for the most part, but my voice pierced into the chitter chatter of the teens, interrupting both you and the kids. “You're wrong. All of you.” I paused, they all looked up. I grabbed another box and hauled it to the house. “I'm a rich, bitch, money-hogging hitch. I run my own game, and if no one listens, I make shit happen. That part, you got right, but anyone can get that right by the way I talk, dress, and move my body. Parties? Maybe, but what teenager doesn't? But you're terribly wrong on why I'm here. I'm not here for your little fuckin' D-Tox. I'm not a junkie or a crackhead whore. I'm under house arrest, or,” I laughed, “Farm arrest if you'd like to call it.” I dropped the box on the ground and walked back towards the driveway. “I was arrested for different reasons. I'm not your average spoiled teen.” I paused, as if going to say things further, but I don't. I let it sit there and let them wonder.

When one of them bumped into me, I dropped my box and my contents spilled down the front deck stairs. I turned to face him and slammed my hands into his chest, throwing him against the open door. He fell to the ground and looked up at me in surprise. “Don't fuckin' touch me.” I had a bad temper, and it only got worse with the death of my parents. “Don't act like you know me because you don't.” I looked out at you, I could see you watching me as I bullied one of the guys who knocked me. I started to pick up my stuff and put it back in my box. I got so angry because the contents of the box were my drawings, and now they were all dirty all over the floor. “Oh, and in case you were wondering, I was arrested for assault. My boyfriend fucked another girl so I ran his crotch over with my car.” They looked terrified. “And you don't want to know what I did to the girl he slept with.”

Was I lying? Yeah, kind of. It was true for the most part. I had ran someone over, but I was under the influence of alcohol and I had snorted cocaine, I wasn't addicted though. Before the car accident, I had also gotten into a cat-fight with a girl, ripped out her earrings, tearing her ears, pulling out her hair, and breaking her nose. It was a bad fight, plastered all over youtube because it was predictably filmed. To say the least, I won the fight. Whether the man I hit was my ex, and the girl I fought his mistress, was unknown. It was nice to put fear in them, made me feel like I was in control – which was something I was losing more and more each day. I didn't look like the aggressive type, but that's what made me dangerous. When they walked away and left us alone, I started to laugh. I found it amusing. I shook my head a little, but then the cops arrived.

“Is she stiring up trouble again?” One of the officers smiled. She walked over to me, “Ankle please.” I smirked and sat on the stairs. I looked up to him and seductfully lifted my leg up like a stripper. The officer had widened eyes and cleared his throat before delicately taking off my high heels. “Uhm,” He looked awkward, as if trying to swallow down some lustful thoughts of his. I smiled. He placed the bracelet on my ankle. It was black, thick, and bulky with a retacgular block with a green light on it. “It's been activated.” He said, “If you step out of the perimeter, which is 50 meters around the house, the light will turn red and flash. You have 20 seconds to get yourself back in the perimeter. If you surpass the 20 seconds, police will be on their way here and you will get a warning. Two times, and you're back in jail. Understood?”

“How about 3?” I tried to negotiate and charm my way through. He smiled and laughed a little.

“Sorry pretty, can't negotiate the law.” He patted my leg. He was full of shit. I heard what he said when he told you you could take it off. “The bracelet is cut-proof, water-proof, pretty much everything proof. The only way you can get it off is with this activation key, or if you cut your foot off.” He handed you the key. How corrupt – giving the key to my Uncle. Were they stupid? Hank would shit flip if he saw that.

They left. Now we were alone outside. I put my foot back down and put on my heel again. I was still sitting on the stairs. I cross my right leg over my left. “So how much did you pay them for that key?” I grinned, “ ' Can't negotiate the law ' HAH!” I laughed out loud, “What a joke.”

 

[Ruphhausin]

I looked at you, not amused at your behavior. I stared at you for several long minutes, the same stare I had used before on knife and guy-wielding strung out junkies. You did not intimidate me, and you may have scared one of the other kids, but you had a surprise waiting for you. I suddenly moved, getting you onto the ground with one fluid motion, judo tripping you and then zip-tying your wrists behind your back. I then lifted after grabbing you, and started up the stairs after slinging you over my shoulder. I had you gripped well, knowing that the way I had you prevented you from doing anything. I didn't take you to your room, rather I turned to the room that was parallel of it, and plopped you on the bed. As I spoke, I made it very clear to you precisely what your situation was, and my voice was very firm as I said every word.

"You think your acting out crap scares anyone, you have got another thing coming. I have crippled toked up junkies with more than you have. You think running someone over with a car, ripping jewelry out of ears, and acting like the pathetic snorting and guzzling shrew the state you used to live in now knows you are makes you look bad?"

If you said anything, I heard not a word. I had your legs pinned the entire time I was talking, and I then took a belt to your ass. I did so with one arm pinning the small of your back, and one leg pinning both of yours down. I got you on each side of your ass for every year of your age, and then I pushed off the bed, glaring at you as I then duct taped your mouth. I looked at you, making it very clear how little control you really had.

"Your father and I went through this, along with your mother, when we were teens. We thought we were bad and ruled the world, well that almost got the three of us in hell. Now, you think this is bad, but I have the authority to keep you hear till you proven responsible. That is not going to happen until you get it through your head you are not in control of anything. If I am not pissed off later, I will come get you for dinner."

I slam the door, the other six gathering into the living room. There is an intercom on throughout the house, and I detail to them everything that really happened that got you here. Minus that you are my niece, I tell them everything.

 

[Juicy Fresh]

I looked at you, not amused at your behavior. I stared at you for several long minutes, the same stare I had used before on knife and guy-wielding strung out junkies. You did not intimidate me, and you may have scared one of the other kids, but you had a surprise waiting for you. I suddenly moved, getting you onto the ground with one fluid motion, judo tripping you and then zip-tying your wrists behind your back. I then lifted after grabbing you, and started up the stairs after slinging you over my shoulder. I had you gripped well, knowing that the way I had you prevented you from doing anything. I didn't take you to your room, rather I turned to the room that was parallel of it, and plopped you on the bed. As I spoke, I made it very clear to you precisely what your situation was, and my voice was very firm as I said every word.

"You think your acting out crap scares anyone, you have got another thing coming. I have crippled toked up junkies with more than you have. You think running someone over with a car, ripping jewelry out of ears, and acting like the pathetic snorting and guzzling shrew the state you used to live in now knows you are makes you look bad?"

If you said anything, I heard not a word. I had your legs pinned the entire time I was talking, and I then took a belt to your ass. I did so with one arm pinning the small of your back, and one leg pinning both of yours down. I got you on each side of your ass for every year of your age, and then I pushed off the bed, glaring at you as I then duct taped your mouth. I looked at you, making it very clear how little control you really had.

"Your father and I went through this, along with your mother, when we were teens. We thought we were bad and ruled the world, well that almost got the three of us in hell. Now, you think this is bad, but I have the authority to keep you hear till you proven responsible. That is not going to happen until you get it through your head you are not in control of anything. If I am not pissed off later, I will come get you for dinner."

I slam the door, the other six gathering into the living room. There is an intercom on throughout the house, and I detail to them everything that really happened that got you here. Minus that you are my niece, I tell them everything.

I struggled as you picked me up from the ground. I kicked and screamed, “Let go of me!” I squirmed, but I had little room to move under your strong grip. I felt your arms pinning mine to my back and the zip tie against my tanned skin. I pulled my arms violently and moved my arms up and down and twisted my wrist as you tied the zip. It was digging into my skin. When we entered the bedroom and you pinned me forward against the bed, I thought you were going to rape me. “Get off me!!!” I screeched angrily, kicking your shin in revolt. But I was pinned, and couldn't move any further. My face was pressed into the covers of the bed and I could barely see what was going on, but I felt it. I yelped when you whipped me with your belt across both cheeks. Luckily I was wearing jeans, so I couldn't feel it as bad as if I had been bear-assed. But it still stung. When you let go and spoke to me, I just glared. As you were walking away, I slammed my foot into the back of your thigh. “Son of a bitch.” I muffled through the duct tape, but the door just slammed on my face. I sat up on the bed and looked around. My hands were tied behind my back, but I couldn't help but smile.

Did he think I was an idiot? I was a troublemaker. I wasn't sure how much you knew about my legal past, but it wasn't good. I rolled my back onto the bed and lifted my legs up into the air. I stretched out my shoulders slowly, but surely, was able to slid my arms under my ass. I bent my legs and passed my tied arms over my legs. Rolling my shoulders, success. It took me roughly about 2 minutes to move my hands from behind to front. I rolled back off the bed, landing smoothly on the floor with a light bump. I got back up onto my feet and brought my hands to my mouth, ripping off the duct tape. I moved my jaw around and made a bitter face to the taste of the tape. “Disgusting...” I whispered to myself. I had been zip-tied before. I knew all the little tricks. When I was moving my arms around while you were tying, it was an illusion to make it look like it was tied on tightly. Instead of the face of the wrist on the top of the opposite wrist, my wrists were horizontal – bone against bone. This allowed me to move my wrist to the side with a little struggle, and eventually worm my thumb out of the tie. Once my thumb was out, the tie fell off like a loose bracelet.

I gave a satisfied smile and looked around. The door was locked, but I had the zip tie. I snatched a lighter out of my bra and used the flame to burn the closed zip-tie in half. Now that it was undone, I used it to break out of the room. Sliding the tip of the undone zip-tie through the door and behind the latch bolt of the lock. Since this was just an ordinary room door, and now a front door with a lock bolt, I was able to pull the zip tie while pulling on the door and unlocking it without a sound. The door slide open and I peeked outside. No one was upstairs. I could hear talking downstairs. I stuffed the zip tie and lighter in my pocket. I left my high heels on the bed, knowing they would be too loud. I slowly walked out of the room and roamed a random empty bedroom that hosted a balcony. I smiled, “Perfect.” I whispered. I unlocked the door to the balcony and stepped on. I looked around, but waited a while to enjoy the view. It really was beautiful around here. Snapping back into action, I climbed over the balcony and held my self on the other side. It wasn't too far from the ground, but if I jumped and landed properly, I could make this work. I leaped off and landing with a bend, rolling on the ground. I got up quickly and brushed myself off. I wanted to make a grand entrance, so I crawled over to the front of the house. Some of my boxes were still left in the driveway. I scuffled through some of my stuff and found a classic air horn. An evil smile crept my lips. I got back up and walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell and waiting for someone to answer the door. As soon as the door opened, I rang the horn, which was loud enough to blow someone's ear drums. “HEY! WASSUP, BROTHA?” I smiled, my little know-it-all smile full of pride that I had escaped.

 

[Ruphhausin]

"Fuck, I love technology... so much fun...."

I was saying this while watching you. While we were talking, I turned the television on where we were watching you on the fiber optic cameras that were throughout the house and outside. I had not been doing this for this long without learning all the tricks. This was fun, as all you really were doing was insuring you were not going anywhere for much longer than two months. I watched all that you did, especially how you got out with the zip tie, meaning now I could use very extreme measures. Lionel, the black guy, had already gone to get the earplugs for all of us. He had noticed the box with the air horn, and now the fun was about to begin. I told the girls what they were allowed to do, as they knew if they did nothing, they would be punished along with you. They were not about to jeopardize the freedom they had won through six months of hard work for you, so they were already poised when you rang the bell. This was also benefited by the fact all of the windows of the living room had their blinds closed.

After your little stunt, he smiled, as the earplugs allowed for noise blockage for workers at airports. The three girls moved like cats, grappling with you and getting you down on the porch. The guys just watched, as the girls wrestled you down and soon had all of your clothing off except your bra and panties. Elektra was able to get your jeans over your monitor bracelet on your leg, and soon you were bound again, this time with duct tape on your wrists and ankles. You are brought into the living room, where two of the guys were there sitting on the arms of the couch. Minus the ankle bracelet and your underwear, you would be naked. Alex, the tallest girl, had you by the shoulders and pinned down on the couch as I showed you the play back of what you just did. As I did, I told you precisely how screwed you have made yourself.

"Lets see...... one lighter you were not even supposed to have..... plus leaving your room when you are to be restrained.... attitude... blatant violent and disruptive behavior.... destruction of a state-approved restraint... wow.. in less than an hour, you have tripled your time here."

I sat right opposite of you, ignoring any of your complaints as I did. I sighed and then I started to explain reality to you.

"This is nicknamed Purgatory Ranch across the country for one reason only. That river you crossed getting out here... that goes all the way around the property. That bridge that had to be lowered, it and the other two from the other main roads is up unless someone wants to come across. I got permission to have the lines of the river curved both for water supply and for safety of both those here and those outside. The state highway patrol only lowers those bridges on my authority, by the way. Also, all six of this kids are like you. Anger issues, attitude problems... sociopath tendencies all. They all pulled shit like you just did, Goldie... and just like you, they went from two to six months in nothing flat. These kids are the worst... and now they have busted their asses to get to do the cattle drive. Freedom for two weeks... freedom to go to the mall.. go to movies.. have fun in the real world. Do you really think you were going anywhere? Now, you are without ANY of your stuff. You wear what I tell you, do what I tell you, eat when and what I tell you. This is prison now, because you made it that way. Take her back to her room... and shut the Main Door."

Soon, you are back in your now barer room, the one you originally were in. You had been searched, still in your bra and panties, and had nothing but them and your ankel bracelet on. The window now had the barred partition down and locked, as well as now a familiar looking barred door that slid into place. Now you really were not going anywhere, and the funny thing now was, you did it to yourself.

 

[Juicy Fresh]

When I was pinned down and undressed, I just laughed – almost hysterically like I was drugged, or in a mania stage of bipolar disorder. I didn't even care if I were to be undressed until I was naked. I had been naked before, at parties, I wasn't shy. So, I just laughed and laughed and laughed. “You guys are using WAY too much energy on me. You're wasting your time trying to rid me of my tools and bad behavior.” I paused, looking down at them as they searched my pockets, took off my clothes. “You guys are so funny... trying to teach me a lesson.” I smiled, but then you spoke, telling me about your power over these lands and the authority you claim to have. My smile washed away, but not because of the fear you were trying to place, but because you truly didn't understand my situation. “Ouuu, I'm so fuckin' scared, old man.” I spat back sarcastically. “There will not be anyone crossing that bridge for me anyways. And two to six months? PLEASE. I'm only on the bracelet for 2 months, but even once it's removed, I'll still be in prison. This was prison before I even arrived on these horse shit lands. So don't try to fuckin' tell me who's boss. I know who's boss, and I don't consider it you.” I crossed my arms as I was being dragged to the room. I stopped fighting and just went – I knew I'd end up there again anyways.

I would have been an idiot if I didn't expect further punishment after deliberately disobeying and breaking the rules – nevertheless breaking out of a room. I broke out of the room knowing full well that I would be more punished and that I would anger and sink into deeper trouble – but that's why I did it. I had no problem spending the time until supper in the bedroom, like I was asked originally, but I wanted to make sure they all understood, especially my Uncle, that I was capable of more and that I wasn't just a stupid little rich city girl who knew nothing and got into trouble but got payed out of it. I knew who I was, and it was time that you knew too. “OH DEAR UNCLE OF MINE!” I banged on the door. I had noticed they weren't aware that I was your niece. And I had a feeling you didn't want them to know. I wasn't sure yet – whether it was that you were embarrassed, or that you were trying to treat me equally than teen who were not personally related to you; but I didn't buy that bullshit. I laughed again, but quieted down. I jumped backwards on the bed, my arms and legs spread wide like I was making an angel in the snow. The bed was decently comfortable. I had done longer times in places with much less before – so to be locked in a room; yes, boring, but no, it wasn't torturous or overbearing. But, who was I kidding? I hated being here. There was nothing to do, and no one interesting to talk to. Not to mention, I was in the middle of my hormonal stage, and horny as fuck. But I'd have to hold that in until I was out of here – a scary, scary thought.

I was quite comfortable in my bra and panties. A little cold, but it was doable. Though, my matching bra and panties were quite provocative for a city teenager. They weren't your average everyday undergarments normally worn. They were lacy, almost lingerie-style bra and panties. They where decorated with black lace and cute bows, not exactly country wear. I looked around the room and spotted the video camera, I laughed out loud, “Really?” I spoke to the camera. “Original.” I nodded. I then stood up and waved to the camera. “Hey there, pretty boy.” I flashed my ass in front of the camera and pulled my underwear down slightly, and much inappropriately to flash the camera a piece of my round bare ass. “Yeah, you wish.” I smiled, walking around from the camera and dragging my finger along the rim of the drawers in the room. I was bored already, and needed to find something to do. I stumbled across the walk-in closet; very large and spacious. I opened it up to see the numerous clothes in the closet. Why not make clothes if you don't have any? I walked into the closet and closed the doors, now hidden by the camera. A couple of hours went by before the doors of the closet slammed open. “YEEEHAAA!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs. I pranced in front of the camera in my sleek white underwear with matched top (same uniform as the picture up top). I held a white classic cowboy hat on my head and smile. “Damn, do I make a sexy cowgirl.” I looked up at the camera, “How do you like me now?” I gave a little showcase of myself.

 

[Ruphhausin]

"Damn good thing 'Uncle' Gary made us take everything that could be used in any way as a weapon or anything out." Lionel was shaking his head, the only one of the males watching. Alex and Elektra were watching you mainly, the other three getting things ready for dinner. Alex, the most cynical of the bunch, just couldn't wrap her head around it, telling the others as they watched you.

"He was right.. she really loves to pull that 'related' shit. Does she really think anyone here will fall for that crap?"

Elektra leaned in, her eyes on the screen watching you act beyond silly, while she spoke in a quiet tone.

"Alex.. we all got away with it at one time or another.. why do you think we fucking ended up here."

Alex nodded, a tingle rising up from the back of her neck.

"You think that Gary'll do to her what he did to all of us? Take her down to the Bunker?"

They both give her the same look, like she just asked something akin to "does the night sky look black". She blushed, knowing the answer. She then looked at your image, smiling broadly as they all got up to leave.

"I wish I could say I feel sorry for you....."

Soon, you were at dinner, in the underwear you had put on. I had you bound in the chair, and you were made to eat, with a floor length bib so you didn't ruin the underwear you had on. You were fed by Lionel, who fed you just like you were a baby, only you were not allowed to move with your arms and legs to the chair. You also had a gag on that made it where you had to swallow, and the dinner conversation was at your expense.

"That tired old 'he really is' line, Gabs.. that shit is so old it's biblical!"

The Irish looking girl, Scarlett, is laughing hardest at you. It was very obvious that nothing you say would be taken as truth, as they all had been through it. They all tell stories how they got there, and they were all almost identical to yours, with a few minor differences. I smiled the entire time, knowing full well I was going to take you down there. Alex let you know just how much fun you were in for.

"It's an old Cold War fallout shelter, Gabby Blabby. Means it is sound proof... anything can happen down there...."