Turok the Tormentor story1
- 2 years ago
- 24
- 0
My Sister Tormentor (Part Three) free porn video
My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Three
Before we left la Petite Maison d'amour my sister Sherri decided I
should go change into one of my new lingerie sets that I had just bought
and put my new breast forms in to wear them under my masculine clothes.
Fortunately I didn't have to protest, protesting at being dressed in
women's clothes had never gotten me very far with Sherri, because my
fianc? Amy protested on my behalf. "No breast forms until he is in a
dress, he'd look like a guy with breasts that would be too weird and
embarrassing for all three of us." So I still had to change into my new
lingerie, but I suppose it didn't really matter which lingerie I was
wearing, one set was pretty much as bad as the others, Amy picked out
the white set, "perfect for such a sweet innocent little girl,"
Once I was back in the change room I noticed that my panties had been
placed on over my garters when the girls had helped me dress earlier in
the day and figured this was probably the best way so I stripped myself
nude except for my stockings, no point in trying to duplicate that
particular procedure if I didn't have to. "Start with my garter belt,"
I thought, followed by "How in the hell am I so quick to think of these
as my things?" Sure I had paid for this lingerie with my credit card
but it still didn't seem right that I, a man, should have and be wearing
these delicate, lace trimmed pieces of feminine finery, in virginal
white no less; as I pondered these great mysteries of my situation I had
already strapped the garment around my waist and figured out the straps
enough to attach them to my sister's stockings. Pulling on my new
matching panties didn't prove any more difficult than a pair of y-
fronts, but then came the bra; while it had taken a minimum of fumbling
at the back of my waist to secure the hook and eye closures of the
garter belt fastening the bra in the middle of my back was proving much
more of a feat.
I twisted and turned my shoulders trying to bend them in ways I had only
done to satisfy an itch before and even then usually had to resort to
some other implement to do my scratching for me, but I didn't have any
tool which could fasten my bra. After a sufficient struggle I managed
to get the garment adequately in place and redressed myself; the girls
were waiting for me right outside the dressing room. "Just under ten
minutes," Sherri declared checking her watch pointedly, "I think we can
round up to ten, putting on underwear is a simple task and shouldn't
have taken you more than 5, so I think we should award you 1 demerit for
every extra minute you dawdled." Five demerits, I didn't have the nerve
to ask now what these demerits would come to or how many more tasks
would be assessed to award them.
"We had a bit of time while you were changing to discuss things," Amy
chided more playfully than my sister, "We're going to have lunch now
since after this it isn't likely that we'll have time to stop and eat
for a while once we get started drawing Tiffany out of you."
"No time?" I worried, but again not daring give voice to my concerns,
How much could they have planned for me that would take so much time?
At least I would get a brief reprieve during lunch, nothing too
embarrassing could happen while we were eating I hoped.
Sherri was quick to strip that hope from me as we sat down she
immediately ordered three diet cokes when the server came to take our
drink orders. She didn't even let me see a menu, instead when our
drinks arrived ordering identical chicken caesar salads for her and I,
no cheese or dressing to boot. Amy ordered herself a chicken caesar but
not asking to hold the dressing or cheese. I could see a strange
puzzled look in the eyes of the waitress, the man was ordering the same
sort of girlie diet meal as one of the girls and less than the other, I
just found myself not wanting to meet her eyes and studying the bubbles
in my drink. While we waited for our food the girls chatted about
places they wanted to take Tiffany shopping. "We should totally take
her to Shimmer," Sherri declared after a couple other suggestions,
another store I wasn't familiar with, but Amy obviously was as she
gasped and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"That will be amazing, Tiffany is so lucky to be able to shop at places
like Maison and Shimmer," Amy's face fell even as she said this, "They
only have stuff for pretty skinny girls like you two, I'm just a fatty
and can't shop in sexy places like that."
I put my hand on Amy's, we'd had this debate many times and right now I
couldn't think of anything more to say that I hadn't said before, she
knew that I found her gorgeous and sexy, size 10 or even beyond.
"Amy, we are going to find you something there," Sherri promised, "We
will find you an outfit at Shimmer that shows off how gorgeous you are."
Amy didn't seem convinced and was still a little down once we got our
food. "Charles, how would you like the opportunity to waive those five
demerits from how long it took you to get dressed?" Sherri asked, but
she didn't even wait for me to answer. "Tell Amy what happened when you
tried to stand up to me after going to mom about me making you into
Tiffany."
I hesitated, I really hadn't wanted to tell her so much of my
humiliating history with my sister, especially not this particular
story. "Come on Charles, I think it will cheer her up, don't you want
your fianc? to be happy? Besides, I really don't think you want to find
out what other things these demerits will need to erase them, they will
not ordinarily be this easy."
There was something needed to break the tension of Amy's funk, maybe
letting into my past some more would help, "After I went to mom about
the things she did when we were home alone Sherri left it alone for the
rest of the school year which was almost three months, I thought maybe
she had given up on this game, maybe I had accomplished something by
going to mom. But Sherri had something special in mind and was biding
her time."
----
Part way into the second week of summer vacation I woke up in the
process of Sherri throwing herself on top of me and rolling me over onto
my stomach. By the time I was awake and oriented she had stripped the
sheets off me and was sitting on the back of my shoulders pressing my
chest and face into the mattress. I struggled trying to shake her lose
but of course I couldn't, "Get off me," I growled.
"Why should I?" I knew what she wanted but, remembering mom's advice I
wasn't going to give in to her this time.
"Because I'm your older brother and I told you to."
"Wrong answer Tiffany," I felt her hands grab my underwear and slide it
down to just below my butt cheeks, I tried bucking her off while she was
leaning forward but she just steadied herself on the bed and then I felt
a sharp stinging pain on my left butt cheek. I stopped struggling in
shock as Sherri righted herself atop me. "Bad girl Tiffany, now give me
the right answer and I will let you up." Another shot to the right
cheek of my bottom this time.
I craned my neck around to try and see what she had hit me with and had
a spatula shoved in my face, "Kiss it for the next blow Tiffany." I
tried to buck her off my back but the way she was straddling me really
didn't leave me much room to turn. Incensed by my refusal she struck
again with the spatula repeatedly four maybe five times on my right butt
cheek, trying to overlap the swats as best she could, the blows came so
fast I didn't even think about trying to shake her off. I grabbed the
edge of the mattress trying to pull myself out from under her as she
rained a storm of spatula blows down on my naked bottom. Unfortunately
I couldn't get my leverage because the head of my bed was right against
the wall in a corner. I tried curling my feet up to protect my stinging
bottom, but that only meant the next swing of the spatula landed square
on the sole of my foot. I jerked my feet away which just left it open
for her to continue swinging at my butt, spanking me with the spatula.
Before long I was crying as she mercilessly paddled me, "I'm a prissy
little princess," I sobbed. "Please let me up, my name is Tiffany and
I'm a prissy little princess."
I slumped into the mattress defeated but then another whack on my ass
caused me to squeal in surprise, I had given up, she was supposed to
stop now. "Ow, ow! I'm a prissy little princess I said; please stop my
name is Tiffany and I'm a prissy little princess." More spanking; my
bottom felt like it must be blistered by now, "Ow! For Gods sake stop!
Please, this isn't how you treat a prissy little sissy princess like
Tiffany., please stop, please!" I was bawling under her, pounding my
fists upon the bed. And then she stopped, whole seconds rolled away
with no more hits on my poor burning bottom.
"Will you do everything I say?"
"Yes."
"No matter what, absolutely anything?"
"God yes, just please no more spanking."
I felt the spatula tap my cheek gently. "Kiss it and say 'thank you for
showing me that I should behave more like a princess and less like a
rat.'"
I puckered up my lips and kissed the plastic tool that had been raining
down on my butt, "Thank you for showing me that I should behave more
like a prissy little princess and less like a lousy rat."
Finally Sherri climbed off of me and picked up a bag that I had been too
preoccupied to notice on the floor. "Now I've got something special
planned for Tiffany today, I want to show you that all the fun we've had
in the past, I am being nice to you. So since you agreed you would do
anything I invited a few of my friends over for a pool party. I
promised them a fun surprise and that is going to be Tiffany serving us
our drinks and waiting on us all. Now if you play along I'll tell them
you lost some silly bet to me and this was your forfeit, but if you
don't then I will tell everyone that you dress up in my clothes all the
time and that you beg me to let you do it."
While that was true it was more that I was begging her to stop bullying
me and wearing her clothes was a way out. I couldn't believe she was
going to make me be Tiffany and dress like a girl in front of other
people but I didn't have much choice so I just nodded.
Sherri tossed the bag to me, "Here is your uniform, put it all on then
I'll help you with fishing touches." I looked in the bag and threw it
across the room, causing an electric blue high heel to tumble out of the
bag as it hit the floor there was no way! I sat there a few minutes,
let her tell her friends, it would only be a few people, but then they
would tell their friends, and they would tell their friends, and soon
the entire school would know my sister made me wear her dresses. Even
if I denied it people would believe what they wanted to believe.
Sighing I retrieved Tiffany's uniform and started to get dressed.
There wasn't much to the uniform, I started with the lace wristbands,
those were simple enough. The body of the uniform was simple enough, a
strapless one piece girl's swimsuit with a fluffy cotton ball tail on
the butt in colour to match the 3" high heels that I put on next.
Lastly I brushed my hair back and put on the blue bunny ear headband.
When I was dressed Sherri helped me use some double sided tape to keep
my swimsuit in place where any girl our age would have breasts to keep
it from slipping. Then she sat me down and did my make-up.
When her friends arrived they had a great time hooting and hollering,
cat-calling me, slapping my ass as I walked past. I admit it wasn't all
bad, it gave me the opportunity to be around a bunch of girls, their
bikini clad bodies glistening wet from the pool. Unfortunately at 16 I
hadn't learned much control and my uniform did noting to hide a stiffy
which one of the girls stifled by shoving a handfull of ice into the
front of my uniform.
----
"That was Brenda," Sherri chimed in, "I think she had a bit of a crush,
she kept talking about how pretty you were, more than anyone else. When
we graduated she surprised everyone by bringing a girl to the prom." I
knew there was more to the story but that was Sherri's story, not mine
to tell.
By that time Amy was just staring at me. I tried to breakdown her
expression; shock, certainly but more than that, maybe a little
sympathy, and there were other aspects that weren't so clear cut. At
least she wasn't feeing self conscious anymore so my embarrassing story
did it's duty.
"I have to say," Sherri chimed up after finishing a bite of her salad,
"You did look so cute for the next couple of weeks getting rid of those
tan lines."
Amy almost choked on her salad, "Tan lines?"
"Well yeah, he spent all day outside and didn't wear sunscreen so he
ended up with the cutest tan lines, no doubt what he was wearing."
Amy giggled, although I certainly hadn't found it funny worrying that I
wasn't going to be able to get rid of the embarrassing tan by the time
school started again. As we drew near the end of our lunch I noticed
Sherri checking her watch a couple times within a few minutes. Checking
my own I saw it was 12:08 and recalled the alarm I had found with the
ringer 'heyeverybody' set for two minutes. I left her sit for a couple
minutes before I defused her, "I found your alarm, so it won't be going
off, whatever it was."
Sherri looked disappointed but quietly and unenthusiastically clapped
for me, "Good for you, I think that deserves some Princess Points."
"And what, I'm afraid to ask, are Princess Points?"
"Princess Points are the opposite of demerits, you will want to earn
Princess Points; you can use them to earn yourself treats and rewards.
Princess Points can not however be used to buy off demerits or buy your
way out of a demerit punishment. You have just earned five of them. I
will get you a list of what you can spend your Princess Points on at a
later time."
"Time for some shopping," declared Amy.
After I had paid for lunch we made our way across the mall to Shimmer.
As soon as I saw it I wanted to run the other way. The entire store
front was painted a golden colour and the windows were filled with
outfits not much bigger than the things we had seen at la Petite Maison
d'amour. "Why are we coming here?" I asked my voice full of
trepidation.
"Because Tiffany, your fiance' wants to see you in a sexy club dress. I
think we should even take you out clubbing Sunday night, but I'll make
this your first use of Princess Points, you can spend 25 Princess Points
and instead of going out clubbing we'll stay in for a little dancing in
the privacy of your own home."
The question was left hanging what would I have to do to earn twenty
more Princess Points in two days?
Cheryl
- 24.08.2021
- 16
- 0
Turok the Tormentor story2
- 1 year ago
- 21
- 0
My Sister Tormentor Part One
- 3 years ago
- 14
- 0
