Chapter 1: The Arrival

Hayashi Ami did not remember her trip to the United States or how she arrived there. It was all so very cloudy in her mind. She did however, remember standing in that place called the "Holding Area" which was actually a small auditorium, and then the memory of that horrible examination by that mean stern looking woman, and the man who was with her. The pain and embarrassment of that ordeal remained fresh in her mind, as did the parting remarks made by those two men whose appearance continues to remain so familiar, yet who's identity still eludes her.

She remembered so clearly what they said.

"Enjoy America Ami! We know the Americans are going to enjoy you just the way we did. They have the photographs we sent them!"

What photographs? And why did they call her Ami? Was that really her name?

Her Amnesia continued to cloud her memory. Names she felt she should know like theirs, Mr Takeushi Noboru and Mr Takaki Katashi and the name Ami they called her, were just out of her reach.

Her thoughts were soon refocused on the man and woman who came to meet her, and were ushering her into their car. At first glance they looked like the pictures of American people she saw in that pornographic magazine she found in the Brownie Girl Scout building. It was when she was browsing through the comic books and magazine sections when her camping class was canceled. She remembered believing that some adult worker must have left it there by mistake.

The American women said, "Come along Ami. We have to get you back to our place and get you out of the clothes your wearing and into more suitable clothing. You can sit up front with Mr. Prober. I am Mrs. Prober"

Ami walked to the car still clutching onto the brown paper bundle that the police gave her, and took hold of the woman's extended hand. She was then able to sit next to the man in the drivers seat. The woman sat next to her as the car drove off, but not before little Ami said, "Something hit me in my head and now I can't remember my name. The policemen said I have amnesia"

Mrs. Prober reached out with her left hand and patted Ami's knee.

"Your name is Ami Hayashi, and from now on all you need think about is obeying everything Mr. Prober and I tell you. If you do that then I'm sure you'll do just fine!"

Ami said, "But how do you know my name?"

Mrs. Prober patted Ami's knee again and said "We know lots of things about you Ami. Now why don't you just close your eyes, and try to take a little nap, we have a long ride ahead of us."

Mr. Prober took his right hand off the steering wheel and let it drop to Ami's thigh, then said to his wife, "Well Vicky one things for sure, this kid is the prettiest of the bunch and she looks just like the pictures of her in those photos! The one thing that we have to see for ourselves is whether that physical examination she got in the holding Area was accurate. After all, they did say they found her unconscious in the street. I just hope she's not covered with a bunch of cuts or deep bruises on her body!"

He looked at his wife and then with a look she knew only to well, put his right hand on little Ami's thigh, and began rubbing it along the little girls smooth naked skin. It was skin that was not protected or covered by the skimpy material of the faded blue jean shorts she was given to wear by the Japanese police. They had done that because her brownie uniform was so badly damaged by the earthquake and Tsunami. His hand moved along her thigh and while chuckling he said ,"As far as I can see and feel, she looks pretty damn good to me!"

Ami didn't know what to make of the Americans, but she didn't like sitting between them. The last time she sat between two people was when Takeushi Noboru and Takaki Katashi made her sit between them in their vehicle. That's when they drove her from the police building to that auditoriums "holding Area". She hated that trip and hated them touching her private parts.

She looked down at her thigh and the American mans hand that was rubbing it. She didn't dare say anything about it, but instead closed her eyes and hoped the drive to wherever they were going wouldn't be anything like the trip she took with those two men.

Mrs. Prober looked at her husbands hand on little Ami's thigh and while frowning said, "Jack will you kindly keep both your hands on the wheel? There's a time and place for what your doing, and it's not here and now. First things first. Let's get home safely, then we can tend to business?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders but did indeed remove his hand from Ami's thigh.

As for Ami, she may have had her eyes closed, but not her ears, and overheard what was being said. But as often happened at her age, was confused by the meaning and therefore the significance those words had. Additionally, her mild amnesia continued to cloud her existence, but not her curiosity. She wondered what the lady meant by the words "Then we can tend to business?"

The remainder of the trip was uneventful and Ami thought she may have even dozed off. When next she opened her eyes, there appeared before them a large house not unlike similar houses that she and others in Japan had come to believe belonged to wealthy Americans.

"Come along Ami we've arrived!"

Those were the words spoken by the woman she had come to know as Vicky Prober. Ami continued to hold the brown paper bundle that the police gave her which contained her torn and tattered Brownie Girl Scout uniform and her earned badge progress report. For Ami, that brown paper bundle was all that remained of a little girl from Japan who could not remember her own name or where she came from or if she had a family that was still alive.

Once inside the American house, there was a familiarity about it that Ami sensed. Somehow it looked just like other American homes that she saw in magazines. Mr. and Mrs. Prober took her from the entrance area to the living room which had two couches and several armchairs, and told her to make herself comfortable. Then Mrs. Prober asked her to hand over the brown paper bundle she had been clinging onto for the entire trip.

Ami said "Its my uniform that's all. Just my uniform!"

That seemed to anger Mrs. Prober and she responded quickly and abruptly

"I didn't ask you what was in it! I asked you to hand it over to me didn't I?"

Ami lowered her head and answered in Japanese "Hai" ,then reached out and reluctantly handed the American lady her prized possession. The brown paper bundle.

After receiving the bundle, Mrs. Prober appeared less agitated and said "See now isn't that better? Just do what your told Ami, and we'll all get along just fine. She tore open the bundle and began to examine the contents, and within minutes said, "I'm going to get you a brand new Brownie Girl Scout uniform Ami, one that will have many eyes admiring how delicious you look wearing it!"

Well maybe it was because she was not completely familiar with the American language or the cloudiness of her plaguing amnesia, but the American adjective "delicious" when used by Mrs. Prober in describing how she would look wearing a brand new uniform, was puzzling to her and therefore she remained silent and offered no response.

Mrs. Prober turned to her husband and said, "Jack go get me the measuring tape. You know the one I'm talking about? The one we use when we need to outfit one of the girls?"

Jack nodded his head and soon returned holding the tape his wife asked for.

Mrs. Prober then said, "Ami stand up please?"

Ami immediately did as she was asked and then both Mr. and Mrs. Prober began taking measurements of her little 7 year old body. Her arms were stretched up over her head and measurements taken that way, then the tape was placed around her waist and another measurement taken. She was asked to stand with her legs spread apart, and measurements were taken from her instep to her groin, and then across her back from shoulder to shoulder.

When they were finished, Vicky told her husband Jack to take the measurements over to their very special costume man Marcel and hand him the Brownie uniform.

"Tell him we want eyes to pop wide open when they see his Brownie creation on our new little girl. Don't forget to ask him how long we have to wait for him to finish it? Oh and Jack, I'm going to get rid of the clothes she has on now, they're just awful, and since our potential starlet will have nothing to wear, ask Marcel to select something from his rack of ready to wear little girl before the camera clothes? You know what we need, Tell him she's a Japanese girl age 7 and let him pick out a nice little Japanese school girl uniform... maybe a size too small that will show off her little body. Oh and let's not forget the popular little girl in a nightie costume that barely covers her tiny little pair of panties. Just think how delicious she'll look wearing it in front of the cameras!"

There it was again. That word. "Delicious".

Ami was becoming more alarmed each time she heard it, especially in the context of the two or three phrases that she was hearing and trying to comprehend, but struggling with. What did Mr. and Mrs. Prober mean by the words "we want eyes to pop wide open" and the words "our potential starlet"? What could they possibly mean by the words, "little girl before the camera clothes"?

Jack smiled broadly and taking the old, torn and battered uniform in his hand said, "I'll try to get back before evening, but it's a long drive."

He turned and left the house.

Ami was becoming more uncomfortable being in this American house with these American people, but knew there was nothing she could do about it. After the measurements were taken, she sat down again on one of the armchairs. It was soon after that she heard the front door of the house open and the sound of male voices. Not adult voices, they were rather voices of boys not men.

Mrs. Prober hollered out, "IS THAT YOU BOYS?" then quickly followed up by saying, "Go and wash up before dinner, then come into the living room. I have someone here that I want you to meet!"

Ami heard one voice say, "Okay Mom!"

Mrs. Prober told Ami the boys were her sons, and that they would be getting to know her real good. Then she got up and walked down the hall. Ami just assumed that if they were all living in the same house, then what Mrs. Prober said would certainly be true. But why then did Mrs. Prober roll her eyes and smile? Again, Ami felt uncomfortable and ill at ease, but tried to dismiss her feelings as being in a strange house in a foreign country with people she never met before. It nevertheless did little to bring any comfort to her, and she sat there in the arm chair looking forlorn.

Soon Ami began to hear what sounded like water running into a bathtub, and it wasn't too long after that when she saw Mrs. Prober return and say, "Ami my sons are washing themselves up, and I think it's a very good idea that we do the same to you, especially since you will be trying out some new clothes once Mr. Prober returns with them?"

Vicky walked over to where Ami sat, and reached out her hand saying, "Come along now, the bath water should be nice and hot!"

The thought of taking a hot bath sounded very good to Ami. It had been many days since she was able to take one. When the American lady extended her hand, little Ami did not hesitate for an instant, and took hold of it. In her own country, and especially in her own home, it was common practice for her to bathe with both her mother and her father at the same time. They were wealthy enough to have a large enough bath that would accommodate all three of them. She wondered if in America, that practice was also observed. If in fact it was a common occurrence, then Ami felt she would be much too shy and much too embarrassed to bathe in the nude with strangers.

Once inside the bathroom, it became clear that the bathing area was not going to be large enough for more then one occupant, and Ami breathed a sigh of relief. In Japan, the bathing area she was used to was large enough for several people. It was the size of a small pool, but here, in this bathroom, the bathing size was that of a small tub and in fact was called a bathtub.

Mrs. Prober said, "Okay Ami... lets get you out of those old clothes I'll throw them away. You wont have a need to wear them anymore!"

Then she reached both her hands out towards Ami's naked belly and grabbed the bottom of the much too short t-shirt that covered her flat chest, yanked it up over the child's head, and tossed it on the floor.

"Ami," she said, "you can take those little blue jean shorts off, and if your wearing panties, then take them off as well. I'm going to go back to the living room. I think I can hear my sons voices. You can climb into the tub and start bathing yourself. We'll come in and see how your doing or if you need more hands on your little body."

She giggled as she left the bathroom. Little Ami Hayashi stood alone, her fingers on the zipper of her blue jean shorts, but before she opened it, she remained frozen for a moment in thought, and pondered once again the words and meanings of what this American women was saying.

"We'll come in and see how your doing or if you need more hands on your little body."

Ami may not have been able to grasp the full significance of what she was being told, or for that matter, the underlying meaning or message hidden behind the words spoken in English, but it was the way those words were spoken, and the body language associated with them that troubled Ami the most. Yet here she was, a little 7 year old Japanese Brownie Girl Scout way out of her place, finding herself in America with no friends or family to guide or protect her.

She stepped into the bathtub and immediately felt the benefits of the soothing hot water on the soles and toes of her feet. Once in the tub, she sat down and let the water cover her nakedness. Oh it felt so good, so comforting, so relaxing. She closed her eyes, then opened them, and reached for the large body sponge that lay in the corner of the tub on the opposite end from the faucet. Across from the sponge, sitting on the other ledge of the bathtub, was a plastic bottle of bath soap. Ami squeezed several drops of the soap from the bottle, and twirled her fingers in the bath water. Soon the soap began to suds up, and a pleasant aroma rose from the sudsy water.

For the first time in many days, the little girl felt unthreatened and at peace. She let the fragrant soapy water from the sponge drip down from the top of her head, over her shoulders, and down her flat naked chest and little protruding nipples. She closed her eyes once again and tried to think back to her days in Japan, but her amnesia limited her memory and all she could remember was a sense that she was naked, and that strange men were putting their hands and fingers all over her naked body.

Voices soon interrupted her reverie and she opened her eyes to see that that Mrs. Prober had come into the bathroom with two young boys that Ami immediately thought to be the sons she spoke of.

Standing next to the bathtub Vicky Prober said, "Ami I want you to meet my two sons!"

Then pointing to the taller of the two she said, "This is Nate, and he's twice your age..." Then she pointed to the other boy and said, "And this is my youngest boy Danny. He's twelve years old already, and two years younger then Nate! Boys meet little Ami Hayashi! Isn't she pretty, and she's only 7 years old! A Japanese Brownie Girl Scout grade 2!"

Ami thought she would just die of embarrassment, and out of pure instinct, quickly dropped the soapy sponge in the bath water and crossed both arms over her tiny little almost flat breasts, and screamed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Ohhhhh! Nooo! pleeeeeeeease! Mrs. Prober I don't have any clothes on!"

But that reaction only brought laughter from Vicky and her two young sons. Then Vicky said, "Well naturally you don't have any clothes on! We Americans do bathe in the nude... and you are in America!"

Again some laughing, but Ami continued to protest, and quickly replied, "Ohhhhhhh Pleeeeeeeeease! Pleeeeeeeeease Mrs. Prober. I have never been naked in front of anybody but my Mommy and Daddy and the Doctor!"

When she heard herself talk about her parents, she remembered that she didn't even know who they were. She muttered out loud in Japanese, "Oh great Buddha... please help me!"

Vicky then said, "Ami your going to be doing a lot of things you've never done before, and being naked in front of people will be the least of your worries!"

She then turned to her sons and said, "Boys since this is her very first day here and she's never done any of the things we have in mind for her to do, let's let her finish her bath in privacy?"

Vicky bent down and scooped up all the clothing that was left on the bathroom floor, Then as she and her sons were leaving, she turned back and looked straight at little Ami saying, "Don't expect any more favors from us. You're here to do what we tell you to do, and my sons are perfectly able to spank your little ass just as hard as my husband and I am! Just remember that!"

Then she left the bathroom.

Ami swallowed hard and the tears began to flow from her eyes.

Chapter 2: The Dangers Of Not Being Properly Dressed

Ami Hayashi cried for a long time after the American lady and her two sons left her alone in the bathroom. When she finally did get out and dried herself off, the harsh realization that she had nothing to wear hit her hard and caused her heart to pump faster. She cloaked herself in the bath towel and sat on the edge of the tub sobbing. She sat there an additional few minutes when the bathroom door opened, and the American lady walked in. This time without her two boys.

"Why are you sitting there crying like a little baby?" she asked.

Ami looked up at her sniffling and said, "I don't have any clothes to wear! You took them away?"

Vicky raised her hands with both palms up in a gesture of sudden recollection and replied, "Oh yeah I gave them to the boys to take around back cut into pieces so that we could use for cleaning rags. I'll have to remember to go outside later and check up on them. Make sure that they didn't save your little panties! They're such naughty little boys. They just love to collect little girls panties. I'm always finding a pair hidden around the house... even tucked away out in the back yard tool shed! Your just going to have to wear that towel around you until Mr. Prober returns with some clothes for you to wear. Better keep a tight grip on it though, my sons are really horny around pretty little girls!" she laughed. "Now come on out and join us for dinner. You can't stay in here forever!"

Again Ami struggled with the interpretation. This time it was with the word "horny". She never knew if there was a Japanese translation for it. Moreover she didn't know its meaning.

Holding onto the towel with both hands, she followed Mrs. Prober out of the bathroom and into the dining room. She saw at once both her sons sitting there watching her every step. Ami struggled mightily trying to keep the bath towel securely in place around her body, and to be able to eat at the same time. Dinner was what Ami imagined an American dinner to be -hamburgers and french fried potatoes - which naturally required that she eat using both hands. It became a matter of priorities, between eating her food, and keeping her propriety intact. For Ami, keeping her propriety intact was so much more important to her then eating an American hamburger. However, the bathroom towel had no compunction about Ami's priorities, and all through dinner, continued to spread open and cause both of Mrs. Probers two young sons all kinds of distraction.

After dinner, Mrs. Prober escorted Ami to the bathroom again, this time to wash her hands and face. Then it was back to the living room where each boy was sitting in an arm chair.

When Vicky and Ami entered, Vicky strode over to the third armchair and pointing to the couch said, "Ami, go sit over there!"

Ami went across the room towards the couch, always aware that the boys had their eyes fixed on her. Then sat down in the middle of it, trying to keep the bath towel from spreading open and exposing her nakedness. She was only partially successful. The bath towel did actually spread apart in the front, exposing one entire leg from her toe all the way up to her groin area. She frantically tried to pull it shut, but in her panic, let the top part slip and fall, exposing part of her naked chest and nipple.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped, as she struggled to cover her exposed body parts and to regain some composure.

She failed on both parts, giving the boys an excellent view of just a bit of her nakedness, much to their delight, and the amusement of their mother.

When Mrs. Prober told Ami to go sit on the couch. the poor uncomfortably frightened child made a mistake that would soon cause her lots of embarrassment and humiliation. She sat in the middle rather then at either end.

She was not there for more then a few minutes, struggling and trying to keep the bathroom towel from loosing up and continuing to expose her little 7 year old naked body, before Mrs. Prober said, "Why should we sit apart like this? How formal. Now boys, why don't both of you go sit next to pretty little Ami and show her how friendly American boys can be to a little Japanese girl who only has a towel to cover herself with?"

While Ami gasped at the suggestion, both Vicky's sons were up off their chairs, and across the living room in a flash. Since she'd sat in the middle of the couch, both boys were able to quickly sit down on either side of the wide eyed, trembling little girl. She clasped the towel even tighter around her, and felt her face blushing from the potential attack on her modesty, and the regret of all that had happened which placed her here in this foreign home with these foreign people.

It was the older boy, the taller of the two, she had forgotten their names, who sat down next to her first. He sat on her right side and placed his left hand on top of her right leg, about mid thigh which was covered by the bath towel.

He then said, "You got a real pretty face Ami, but we haven't seen what the rest of you looks like? The last time we saw you was when you were sitting in a bathtub full of sudsy water. He rubbed his hand up and down her covered thigh, causing her to clutch the towel harder against her body. Ami was looking at him through the corner of her eyes with her head slightly bowed down and never saw the other boy, the younger and smaller of the two, put his right hand on Ami's left thigh.

She was a guest in their home, but that word seemed to defy the treatment a true guest would receive in a Japanese home. Her feelings aside, she knew she could not be disrespectful to Mrs. Probers own sons. She just couldn't push their hands away or yell out for help. Who would help her? She thought. Certainly not their mother, who just sat there on one of the armchairs watching her boys tease little Ami.

But matters got worse when she saw Mrs. Prober stand up, and then heard her say, "I'm going outside in the back yard and see if you two boys did exactly what I told you to do, and don't worry, I'm going to look around out there and see if you didn't hide little Ami's panties!"

Then with a smile and a wink she said in parting, "Be nice to little Ami and try not to frighten her. I can see from her face your teasing is upsetting her!"

Vicky Probers words were absolutely true. Ami was definitely frightened, and when their mother left them alone with her, their teasing became even bolder.

"PLEEEEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE! stop your frightening me!" she pleaded with them as she sat with bowed head, and hands tightly clutching her only covering, which was nothing more then an average sized bath towel.

Nate the 14 year old, who continued to rub her covered right thigh with his left hand, managed by leaning over to his left side and the little girls right side, to work the fingers of his right hand under the overlapping edge of the towel. Then by reaching under and across the fabric of the towel, he soon found the covered edge of the bath towel. His younger brother Danny, the 12 year old who was rubbing Ami's left covered thigh with his right hand, was watching what his brother Nate was doing. He now followed his lead and soon used his left hand to grab the trembling little girls towel at the exposed overlapping edge.

Both boys now had a grasp of the two edges of the towel that little Ami so desperately clutched against her naked body. Nate held the inner edge and Danny the outer edge. Nate the older boy said, "A pretty little girl shouldn't be hiding herself behind a bath towel now should she Danny?"

His younger brother wasted no time in responding and immediately said, "No she shouldn't! Let's pull the towel off and see what she's hiding underneath?"

Ami was in panic. She saw, felt, and heard what the two boys were saying and what they were about to do.

"Noooooooo Nooooooo Nooooooo Ooooooooh please stop pleaaaaase don't do this!" as the tears fell from her eyes.

But the Prober boys had gone too far. At this point, nothing was going to stop them from exposing the pretty little 7 year old Japanese girls naked body.

What happened next was a matter of timing. Perhaps it was seconds - no more than seconds. The two boys pulled on the two edges of the bath towel and it came apart, exposing Ami's little naked body and causing her to scream.

"EEEEE! EEEEEEEEEE! Noooooooo Nooo! Noooo!"

She'd barely finished screaming when the front door of the house opened and Mr Prober walked into the living room with a large package in his hands. The instant the two boys saw their father, they sprang up from the couch looking as guilty as any young boys would be getting caught with their hands in the cookie jar. At that same moment, Ami reached down and grabbed the discarded bath towel and wrapped herself in it once again. The elapsed time of her nakedness could not have been more than five or six seconds, if even that.

Mr. Prober set the package of clothing he was holding down on the carpeted floor, and stood there for just a moment, hands on hips and shaking his head from side to side. Then he said to his guilt ridden sons, "Where is your mother?"

The older boy Nate said, "Mom's outside in the backyard."

Jack responded, "I want both of you to join her right now... and when you do, tell her I'm home. Then you can ask her to furnish both of you with a damn good reason for doing what I saw you do!"

The younger boy Danny said, "Gee daddy, we were only teasing her. She's just a crybaby that's all... just a big crybaby!"

Mr. Prober wasn't impressed with that response and said, "Both of you have been told time and time again, never to act on your own, and never to do what I saw you do without your mother or me being there! Now get your butts outside and tell mommy what I just told you! Now... get going!"

The two of them left the living room and headed outside to the backyard.

Even though Ami had quickly retrieved the bath towel and wrapped herself in it again, she still hadn't recovered from the shock and embarrassment she felt from being seen completely naked in front of strangers. She sat on the couch sobbing.

Jack Prober watched Ami wrapped in the bath towel sitting there on his living room couch crying, and even though he saw her little nude body for only seconds, he liked what he saw.

He said, "Ami, you don't have to cover yourself with that towel any longer. I have clothing right here in this package for you to try on. So you can stop your sniffling and crying. Now come along with me and let's see how you look in them?"

He picked up the package of clothing he got from Marcel's place and said, "Come along Ami, I'll show you where you can try on your new clothes!"

Ami tried to hold the bath towel closed around her body with one hand while wiping the tears from her eyes with the other. She got up off the couch and followed Mr. Prober out of the living room and down the hallway. The towel slipped open a couple of times, but Ami was able to reclose it and was happy that she was walking behind him, so he wasn't able to see the towel fall open.

Jack Prober got to the master bedroom, opened the door, and then turned and smiled as he watched the pretty little 7 year old Japanese girl struggling to keep her nakedness hidden from view by a bath towel that continued to separate and slip down. Once inside the bedroom, he moved past her and closed the door, then walked back to the dressing table. Ami thought it looked so familiar to her. It was a vanity type table with two drawers on the left side and two on the right, with a large mirror in the middle, and an armless straight back chair with a soft padded seat.

Jack placed the clothing package on the king sized bed and then pointing to the chair in front of the dressing table said, "Ami come sit down here."

She had her head bowed down and approached the dressing table chair slowly. Then she sat on it, still maintaining her grasp on the towel wrapped around her. She was watching Mr. Prober unwrap the package of clothing that lay on top of the huge bed, but without being directly in front of the clothes that were being spread out, she really couldn't tell much about them.

Jack had spread out several of the outfits he purchased from Marcel, and now he called Ami over to look at them. As she got up from the dressing table chair, the towel began to slip and open, and as had happened many times before, little Ami struggled to keep it secure about her body. Only this time Mr. Prober said, "Ami it's time for you to remove that towel so we can see how you look in these new clothes.

Ami's breathing got faster and she felt the cheeks of her face getting warmer. Her fingers trembled and she found it hard to willingly comply with Mr. Probers request. Never was she asked to stand naked in front of any other persons besides her own doctor or her parents.

Jack Prober noticed the delay in responding to his wishes so he repeated what he previously said.

"Ami, remove that towel! What's taking you so long?"

"What indeed?" asked Vicky Prober, who had just entered the bedroom unobserved by the confused and frightened little girl. Ami immediately turned to see Mrs. Prober standing in the doorway. "What's going on?" she asked as she shut the door and moved further into the room.

Her husband ignored little Ami for the moment and said, "You know Vicky, you have to do something about your boys!"

This drew a quick and sharp response from is wife.

"M boys? Oh so now they're MY boys? Why? Because they were having a bit of fun with this cry baby... is that it? Oh don't worry, they told me what happened when you sent them to me in the backyard. Well I have news for you Jack, I told them they could have some fun with the girl! Oh maybe not in those exact words... after all, our sons have been included in what we do for quite a few years now, so they have a tendency to pick up our meanings without having us spell them out! Now Jack, or should I say jack-ass, get on with what you were doing. It's late and we need to get enough sleep for tomorrow's photo session!"

Jack raised his voice and replied with a single terse remark.

"SEND US A JAPANESE BROWNIE GIRL SCOUT WHO'S A VIRGIN! So you can call me jack-ass if it pleases you, but just remember what our contacts in Japan were told. Now unless you can control our son's libidos from outside in the backyard, then what guarantee do you or I have that this 'teasing' you and the boys are so fond of wont turn into rape?"

Ami just burst out crying. This time she did not have to struggle with the English words the American man and woman were speaking. It was when she was back in her own country, and went to the local chapter of the Japanese Brownie Girl Scouts in the city of Sendai in the Tohoku district, that she first read about the evil Americans raping poor little virgin Brownie Girl Scouts.

Now she sat in the home of the American man and woman and their two bad boys, with nobody to protect her. She just sat there in the armless straight back dressing table chair, with the bathroom towel clutched against her trembling little naked body and cried her eyes out.

Poor little Ami. Neither Jack nor Vicky Prober would offer her the slightest bit of tenderness. They showed no sympathy for her plight or the tears that were the result of such a plight. Instead, they showed just the opposite.

Mrs. Prober shouted out' "OH STOP THAT CRYING... YOU LITTLE CRY BABY"

She walked over to the vanity dressing table where Ami was sat and reached out with both her hands and yanked the bathroom towel off Ami's body in one swift motion, leaving the poor little 7 year old child completely naked, stunned with embarrassment and shock. But it got worse. The next thing the American women did, was to grab the naked little girl up off the chair and pull her crying and trembling little body over to the king sized bed and hold her there, while Mr. Probers eyes traveled from the naked child's toes to the top of her head and then back again, stopping finally to peer into her tear filled child's eyes.

Jack Prober placed his hands on Ami's shoulders and said, "Now Ami, we're going to see how you look in the clothes I've laid out here on the bed!"

Mrs. Prober looked at the clothes and asked her husband when Marcel would have their very special Brownie Girl Scout Uniform ready. Jack told her Marcel promised no more then three days.

Ami stood naked at the side of the king sized bed, and for her, it was just simply awful. She was nothing more than a mannequin whose body would be probed, positioned, and then re-positioned as each article of apparel would be placed on her, including several pairs of different colored panties, each of the bikini type.

They began by dressing her in a little school girl uniform, and admired at how splendid she looked in it. Ami did not agree with their enthusiasm. She was humiliated how the skimpiness of the uniform made her look. The skirt barely covered her tiny white cotton bikini panties, and the short sleeved white blouse was so tight, that it made her tiny nipples show through the fabric. She started to cry and was told she had better stop. They told her they had no time for such a little cry baby.

The next costume they dressed her in was an extremely short and tight fitting pair of shorts that both Mr. and Mrs. Prober had some difficulty in pulling up over the little girls pair of black and white, poker dot bikini type panties. Over her chest, they dressed her in a skimpy sleeveless pull over that just about covered her flat breasts and tiny nipples, leaving much of her chest, belly and hips without any covering at all. She was to carry a picnic basket in her hand as an accessory to the costume. Ami found herself crying again from the embarrassment and humiliation of being forced to wear such revealing clothing, and again Mr. and Mrs. Prober warned her about her crying.

They then followed the little picnic girl costume by dressing her in the costume she hated the most. It was a very sheer short pink Baby Doll Nightie that left the very bottom of her equally sheer pink lacy panties showing. Ami continued to cry from the moment they dressed her in it, to the moment they removed it from her.

During the entire process, she was threatened with a spanking if she didn't stop all of her crying. But that was something the terrified little girl just couldn't control. Each costume they forced her to try on was more revealing then the preceding one, and the last one was just so very, very skimpy, she felt she could not refrain from crying. Then there were Mr. Probers words to Mrs. Prober about their sons teasing, and how teasing might turn into raping.

The thought of her being forced to wear those clothes, and of her virginity being taken from her by rape just like the stories she read in the library, was just too much for her to bear, so she cried, and cried, and cried, the tears running down her pretty little face. So she was spanked... and spanked hard!

For poor little 7 year old Ami ,the spanking she received by the American man and woman was the most terrible experience she could remember. She thought she was spanked before in Japan by her own parents, but once again, her amnesia would not let her memory elaborate. She was placed face down on the huge king sized bed, and the American man, Jack Prober, whacked her naked behind so terribly hard using only his bare hand. The blows stung her enough for her to scream out in pain.

"OWWWWEEEEEE! IT HURTS AHHHH! IT HURTS!"

But instead of stopping, Mr. Prober continued landing slap upon slap across the tender delicate ass cheeks of the pain ridden little girl, whose behind began to blush with a pinkness that was obvious to any observer, that a thorough spanking had taken place. Adding to and making the poor child's suffering even more intense, was Vicky Prober's contribution. She reached beneath poor little Ami's body, and as each hard slap upon her tender ass cheeks landed, she grabbed and squeezed the stunned and horrified little girls pussy lips. This outrage caused poor Ami to scream out with pain.

"YYYYEEEEOOOWWWTTCHH! OWWWWEEEEE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

Finally it was over. The spankings, the cruel torture of her very private parts, the trying on of those new clothes, the dressing, undressing, and the putting on and taking off had come to an end. Both Mr. and Mrs. Prober were satisfied, and announced it was time for bed. Without any discussion or any special consideration or arrangements, little naked Ami was placed on the king sized bed between the naked bodies of both Mr. and Mrs. Prober. The lights were turned off and all three attempted to sleep through the night.

From the very beginning Amy was wide awake. All that had happened to her after her amnesia, was now fresh in her mind. The spanking and the other terrible things done to her between her legs, were a constant reminder to her that she was not safe in this foreign house. Along with those terrible thoughts, she was aware of hands and fingers moving over her naked body. She tried to keep her sobbing from disturbing both the Americans for fear of another spanking and more abuse. It must have been hours, but eventually she did fall asleep.

Chapter 3: Tending To Business

In the light of morning came the awful awareness of little 7 year old Japanese girl Ami Hayashi bitter circumstances. She still had no remembrance of her Japanese home, her Japanese name, other then the name these foreigners told her was hers, or who her Japanese parents were. Only the harsh remembrance of all those terrible things that happened to her after her amnesia.

There was a small bathroom inside the large master bedroom and that's where Vicky Prober took the still naked little Ami. After washing her thoroughly, she combed her black hair, which Ami wore in bangs that covered her forehead. Next she adjusted the little girls braided pony tails. Finally she began to apply makeup to Ami's face. Ami had never worn lipstick or eye shadow or had blush applied to her cheeks before. She was fascinated by the procedure, and how she appeared before the bathroom mirror. It reminded her of all those little girl's pictures she'd seen in that pornographic magazine. The magazine that belonged to Mr. Marcel, who had forgotten to take it with him, and left it behind in the Brownie School Girl buildings library back in Japan.

While his wife was preparing Ami's face, Jack Prober was preparing for how the little girl's body would look before the cameras. The 'Baby Doll Nightie' seemed to display her body in a most desirable way. Jack and Vicky agreed, after seeing how she looked in it last night, that the "Baby Doll Nightie" should be what Ami should wear for her very first camera appearance.

That appearance would be critical. It would show if the little girl was porn girl material - meaning how sexy or hot she appeared before the cameras.

Once little Ami stepped out of the small bathroom and back into the master bedroom, she again felt the embarrassment of having a strange man looking at her nakedness. It was just something she could not overcome. Her amnesia may have prevented her from remembering her parents, or where in Japan her home was, and with few exceptions, much about her past, but it did not keep her from knowing about herself. She knew she was a good girl, an obedient girl, a polite girl and a very shy girl. She knew one other thing, and it was the thing which puzzled her the most about herself, because it seemed to conflict with all the other things. How could such a good and decent girl like her have those funny feelings? Those strange stirrings in her little body when she thought about reading those pornographic stories in that magazine, or looking at all those photographs showing other little girls being tortured and raped?

Vicky Prober didn't care one bit about Ami's feelings of embarrassment. She and her family were about to produce some pornography for a magazine that was their client. She brought little Ami over to the bedroom vanity dressing table and said to her husband, "Well what do you think? How's she look to you? Too much makeup or not?"

Jack stared at the naked little 7 year olds face and said, "She looks fucking great! You did a fantastic job on her. She's not only pretty, she's absolutely good enough to eat, and I know two boys that would just love to taste her!"

Ami, hearing what was being said and trying once again to decipher the message that those English words were telling, just felt that the story they told was not a good one, and as so often had occurred in the past two days, she was uncomfortable and felt herself being at risk. Then there was one other thing, a very very important thing, Poor little Ami now had reason to worry about her own emotional state. The last time, she couldn't control her crying, so she was severely spanked and mildly tortured. She most certainly did not want that to happen to her again, so she just stood there biting her lip, and waiting to see which of the skimpy costumes they would force her to wear.

Vicky knew that the plan had always been to present her client with a very young, Japanese Brownie Girl Scout who was a virgin, and have her raped in front of the cameras. Her client was anxious to update his pornographic magazine with a fresh new sexy little victim. But the immediate problem was that the special Brownie Girl Scout uniform wouldn't be ready for another full day. Marcel promised it would be finished no later then three days, and little Ami was now starting her second day with them. Vicky and Jack decided that rather then wait for the end of the third day, it would be better if they used every day to their advantage, and that would require performances that would include everything being done to the little girl, except rape. They would dress Ami in the three costumes Jack had brought back with him; The Schoolgirl, The Picnic Girl, and the Baby Doll Nightie. Each costume worn by little Ami would require a supporting cast that would include all four members of the prober family.

Jack reached down on the bed where once again he had laid out all three costumes and picked out the sheer pink Baby Doll Nightie, together with the sheer pink bikini panties.

Ami immediately screeched, "Please mister Prober. Don't make me wear that thing! I don't like it... please mister Prober please! It shows my panties! I don't want to wear it!" and she began to cry.

Ami hated that costume the most, and her hatred for it caused her to cry and protest, which of course meant she was being disobedient. Vicky was about to slap her across her face, but when she raised her hand Jack yelled out,

"NOT THE FACE VICKY! REMEMBER HER MAKEUP!"

It was enough to redirect her aim from her face to her tiny little breasts, and she brought her hand back and forth twice, Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Ami screamed.

"OWEEEE! IT HURTS! Pleeeease Pleeease don't punish me... pleeeeease don't! I promise I'll wear it! I promise!"

She sobbed and sobbed, and then put her both hands over her little breasts and rubbed them.

Vicky said, "You wont get off so easy next time!"

Then, while Mrs. Prober held her steady, Mr. Prober grabbed the very sheer pair of pink bikini panties and slid them all the way up little Ami's legs, to her hips and waist, covering her cute shapely little ass and little pussy. Then he grabbed the elastic waistband of those panties and yanked up on them to secure a tight fit. Ami did not want to be punished again. Her tiny little nipples still stung from the slapping she received from Mrs. Prober, so she was thankful that they did not protest about her sobbing.

With Vicky still holding her steady, Jack Prober reached for the Baby Doll Nightie, and slipped it on over Ami's head, watching it cover her chest and settle down to just below the child's hips, leaving a lot of her panties exposed. Ami again bit her lip trying very hard not to cry out, and continued to sob.

Vicky and her husband looked her over and both were extremely pleased at how exceptionally provocative the child appeared in her sexually stimulating Baby Doll Nightie.

Vicky said, "Jack why don't you bring Ami down to the studio while I get the boys, I'm just dying to see how they react once they get a look at that costume!"

Jack chuckled and began taking Ami to their basement studio.

The moment Jack switched on the lights and Ami set foot in the studio, the little girl's eyes and mouth opened wide, and she took a deep breath of shock. She experienced a flash of remembrance. There before her eyes stood all the lighting equipment, all the cameras, and the video equipment as well. There were two men taking photographs of a little girl wearing a Japanese Brownie Girl Scout uniform. She was standing on a step stool, and the little girl was her. Ami gasped trying hard to hold onto that flash of memory. Something about those two men brought another flash of remembrance, She began to recall herself riding in a car seated between them and not liking it.

The moment she heard the voices of Vicky Prober and her two sons coming down to the studio, those flashes of remembrance were gone, only to be replaced with a feeling of dread. For Ami, that ominous feeling would soon become reality, and it was only moments away.

Nate the 14 year old, and Danny the 12 year old, were told they were going to begin making films with the little 7 year old Japanese girl they had so much fun with teasing yesterday. They were extremely anxious to see which costume their parents had her dressed in. They rushed into the studio first before their mother even had a chance to set one foot in. Once they saw little Ami Hayashi wearing that Baby Doll Nightie, they became as excited as little boys opening up birthday presents, except this time that excitement was purely sexual.

Danny the younger brother said "WOW! HOLY SHIT WOW!"

His older brother Nate moved right up close to Ami who was trying to cover herself as best she could, by folding one arm across her chest and holding the palm of her other hand in front of her crotch. But that didn't deter the 14 year old boy. He just simply walked around her and got a good look at her from the rear.

Now fully inside the studio, Vicky Prober with a great big smile across her face said, "Well what do you think huh? Think you boys will be able to work with her?"

Nate said, "When do we start?"

Vicky's answer was, "The minute your father says "Lights! Camera! Action!"

Jack Prober walked right up to the sobbing and trembling little Ami and said, "This is going to be your very first porn film so we don't expect much cooperation from you. As a matter of fact, we really don't expect any cooperation from you at all!' The one thing you're going to find very easy is the one thing you do so very well, and that is cry. We're actually going to expect it from you, and we will even help you do a lot of it. You don't even have to worry about anything you say, because if we don't like what or how you say anything, we will simply edit it out!"

Jack moved away from her and spoke to his wife and sons.

"Okay boys, your mom and I have previously discussed this film and both of you have done it before as well, naturally with different little girls. You remember, it's the punishment scene from the porn film we named "Why are you out of bed you naughty little girl?"

The boys nodded their heads in recognition of that film.

Vicky said, "Okay Jack, the boys and I are going to get the equipment set up and then wait for you to direct us to the best camera angle."

Jack, busy at the lighting equipment, mumbled what sounded like an agreeable "mmm yeah alright". Vicky pointed to the left back corner of the studio where lots of equipment was being stored and told the boys to drag the large barrel with the sign draped over it that clearly said, "SPANKING BARREL" to the centre of the studios filming stage with the small "X" on the floor, The spanking barrel had wrist shackles on its one side, and ankle shackles on its opposite side.

The sobbing and trembling little Ami saw the barrel and watched as the two boys dragged it over to the "X" spot on the floor, but even while not recognizing its threatening purpose, she immediately took a distinct disliking to it. She continued standing there, shivering and sobbing, and holding one arm across her chest with the other over her crotch area. The Baby Doll Nightie was so sheer, she just knew everybody could see her little breasts and nipples. It was so short, everybody could also see her very thin pink bikini panties.

Vicky said, "Okay Jack, the barrel is on its spot. I think we should be alright for her first appearance with using just the barrel. We're not going to need any more equipment are we?"

Jack said, "Well yeah... we're going to need that armless straight back chair for the pre-film photographs.

"Oh yeah I almost forgot about the photographs. Boys bring that chair over here!"

Finally, Jack told Vicky to grab the girl and hold her while he took off his clothes, and he began stripping down to his white cotton briefs. Once that was complete, he stood behind each of three cameras that were set up to take several time release photographs, each focused on the chair.

Then he said to Nate and Danny, "Boys I want both of you take all your clothes off except your briefs just like your Daddy?"

All three male members of the Prober family had erections tenting their cotton briefs, and little Ami, who was near hysteria watching what was going on, began to squirm and twist in Vicky's tight grip. Vicky had to reach up to the little panic stricken girls chest and pinch her nightie covered little nipples to force her obedience.

"OOOOwwieeee! Owwiieee! OWWWEEEEE! OWWWEEEEEEE! OWWWWEEEEE!

Ami's screams got louder as Vicky's fingers twisted the poor little girl's nipples harder, and harder, and harder still. Finally little Ami slumped in the cruel American ladies arms, and was dragged over to the chair holding Mr Prober.

He reached out and pulled the crying child's scantily and sensually attired body onto his erection tented lap. While the three cameras clicked away automatically, he began quickly changing his positions, allowing for different photographs to be taken. In one pose he had a hand between her thighs, in another he had both his hands on her chest. sIn another he had his 14 year old son Nate kneel down and put his head between the child's spread thighs. There were a few shots taken with little Ami pulled face down across his knees with her Baby Doll Nightie pulled way up to her waist and her sexy little panties showing completely, while pretending to be spanked. Then there were shots which had both sons alternately seated on the chair, holding the teary faced little girl on their lap with their hands and fingers placed directly over her most private parts. The last shots had the poor frightened and trembling little girl laying face down over Vicky Probers lap while she had the hysterically crying child's panties pulled down to her knees.

All through the photo session, little 7 year old Japanese girl Ami Hayashi cried her eyes out. Never had such embarrassing and humiliating things been done to her. But then once again she got that flash of remembrance that seemed to pop up recently and disturb her. They were once more to provoke and tease her memory. The same two Japanese men taking photographs of her standing on a step stool. The same two driving her in a car over to a "holding area" where other little girls awaited an embarrassing physical examination for some kind of selection process. Bits and pieces of memory seemed to come and go.

End Brownie Girl Scout Ami Hayashi Part-2

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