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A comment from the author before we begin. I had meant for this to be one of two interchangeable endings to this story. The "theatrical cut" if you will chosen because I have a feeling it would go over better, given some of the comments on other parts of this series. I had intended to do a ""director's cut" with the ending I had initially envisioned, but in writing this chapter I found it surprisingly so satisfying to me, that the ending I had intended now feels false so there will be no alternate ending, please enjoy the final chapter. My Sister Tormentor Chapter Nine My head was not happy Sunday morning as I was jolted awake by an alarm klaxon from my phone. It was not the stabbing, blinding pain that most people associate with a hangover, but it was enough to make me a little groggy as I reached for my phone and disabled the alarm. I didn't actually remember coming home from the bar the night before and for some reason I was on the couch. I sighed and shook my head, as I noticed I was still dressed in that ridiculous blue babydoll nightie that my sister Sherri and my fiance Amy had picked out for me at 'Le Petite Maison D'Amore' As I got off the couch and stretched I noticed some things laid out on the coffee table, clearly I had been aware of at least the possibility that last night may have turned into a blur because there was a note, but unfortunately underneath that note was the French Maid uniform that the girls had made me wear the day before. The handwriting was clearly my sister's, it read Get dressed and made-up. Heels too. Curl your hair. Make Waffles Serve both of us breakfast in bed. Another day in this horrible French Maid dress. At least it was Sunday; tomorrow I would put my boxers back on, and I would never have to be Tiffany again. I started off with the lingerie, like before bending the right way to fasten the bra behind my back was a struggle but I eventually managed, it may have even taken me less than five minutes this time. The panties were much easier and seeing that the girls had left me a package of stockings I put on the garter belt to hold them up. Since the girls were still asleep I decided to cheat and not put on my heels until just before I served their breakfast because my feet were still throbbing from spending an evening of dancing in those five inch heels. Once I had my petticoat and dress on I went to see to the rest of my first task, make-up. This time it would be more than a little lipstick, even if I couldn't equal what Sam the make-up artist had done, I could at least put on a little eyeshadow and some mascara. I remembered what Sherri had said yesterday about my lipstick choice, this time using the same matte blood red that she had worn to Envy last night. With the first task complete I took the curling iron, which had heated while I did my make-up, and started to replicate what the girls had done to me for the bar. For the first time in years I was starting to regret having long hair, usually it made me feel rebellious but right now it just helped make Tiffany girlier. After I had my hair cascading to my shoulders in waves of soft curls I pinned the lace headband on top of my head. Making breakfast was easy again, I usually made breakfast for Amy, so making for two was typical. After yesterday I didn't bother to plan on breakfast for myself, since I was playing the role of the maid I had no doubt Amy and Sherri would keep me busy the whole day. Eventually I loaded up a serving platter with two plates full of waffles and two cups of coffee, along with a can of whipped cream, a bottle of maple syrup and a bottle of aspirin; this last I helped myself to a couple. I decided I would serve my bride-to-be first, No-one said I couldn't show preferential treatment to my love. When I opened the door though I froze in shock, Amy was not alone in our bed. My own sister, the same one who had started this chaotic mess of a weekend by holding me down and wrenching on my arm until I named myself as a prissy little princess, was snuggled up beside her. Amy was wearing a nightie, and not one of her sexier ones I was relieved to see but Sherri was topless if, I could not see under the covers to tell if she was completely naked. As I froze at the sight of my sister cuddled up to my fianc?'s side, her head on Amy's shoulder the sound of the door opening must have awoken Sherri because her eyes opened and she took me in standing in the doorway, staring, it was a lucky situation that my grip had tightened on the serving tray so at least I wasn't dropping breakfast. "Tiffany!" Sherri screamed as she jerked the sheets up to cover her breasts, as though I was interested in seeing my younger sister topless. "What are you doing barging into a room where ladies are sleeping? Don't you know how to knock?" "I'm sorry." I stepped back into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind me. Taking a deep breath I tried not to think about what I had just seen and knocked again. "Come in," Amy chimed, as Sherri's shouting had woken her up as well. I plastered a fake smile on my face and opened the door. "Breakfast is served madams." Amy was sitting up in bed, and even though her nightie was white flannel it still clung to her in so many delicious ways, Sherri on the other hand, was laying on top of the covers, wearing a housecoat that belonged to me, and a pair of boxer shorts, which did not. "That is better," my sister sneered as I brought them the serving tray. Both reached immediately for the aspirin and the coffee. After these had been consumed Amy caught my eye and I could see there was a keen sense of lust on her mind. "You look beautiful this morning Tiffany." Of course my sister frowned at this. "Oh yes, such a pretty sissy maid. Now since you are still our maid, why don't you go take care of cleaning up the kitchen? I'm sure you dirtied some dishes making breakfast?" I forced myself to curtsy. "Yes Miss Sherri." I tottered back to the kitchen, unsteady more because of the shock than any trouble from my high heeled shoes however sore my feet were I was getting used to walking in heels, God help me. I tried to re-assure myself, girls cuddled together all the time, it didn't mean anything, especially if they were drunk. I might have even bought into that if it hadn't been my fianc? with my lesbian bitch of a sister. I pleaded for someone to tell me she wouldn't have tried to make a move on my fianc? that she wouldn't have tried to get sexual with Amy, but it just felt too much like something she would do. As much as I tried the dishes could not distract me from the terrible possibility that ate at my mind, could my sister really have seduced my fianc? while she was compromised? Absolutely she was capable of it, Sherri was a pretty girl, I could objectively admit that, but I hoped and even prayed that Amy would not allow that. Once the few dishes I had dirtied making breakfast had been washed I left the water in the sink, soon enough the girls would bring their dishes from breakfast, and I would do those up immediately. Sure enough it was Sherri who wrought in the stack of dishes and put them beside the sink. As I moved to immediately start washing Sherri took her coffee mug and refilled it, sitting down at the table, still wearing my housecoat and her boxers, I saw no evidence that she was wearing anything else. "Last night was fun, eh?" "At times," I admit there were times that were fun, before I was nearly raped in the men's room, before I watched my sister dancing in a very flirtatious manner with Amy. "So I hear you were a bad girl last night." "What do you mean?" "Shannon told me you were cock teasing him, getting him all worked up and then ran off without finishing the job." Shannon, the mention of his name made my stomach churn. "No." That was the only work I could choke out. "No? You mean you did finish him off?" I turned to face Sherri, drying my hands on a tea towel. "I would never do that. I was not cock teasing him." She smirked as she took a sip of coffee. "I was there, I saw how good you looked. Seems to me you were cock teasing any guy who saw you, at least the ones who like drag queens." "That is bullshit. I did nothing to encourage him, he cornered me in the bathroom, and then I left." "Well maybe I will invite him over here next weekend and you two can pick up where you left off." Shannon, here? The man who tried to assault me and rape me, in my house, knowing where I lived? Again I was so stunned and terrified at the very idea I had meant it as a denial not a refusal when I muttered, "God no." Sherri calmly put her coffee cup down on the table. "Beg your pardon Tiffany? What was that?" "I said no." That was better, more firm. "In fact I say Hell no." "What's the matter, you don't want me to invite your boyfriend over?" "I don't have a boyfriend. I have a fianc?, a beautiful woman who is going to be my wife." Sherri smirked. "You still think that do you? Even after last night?" "What are you talking about, last night?" She stood up and walked toward me. "You came into our bedroom, you saw us. Last night I showed your fianc? how to eat a pussy, and let me tell you she is a quick study. I'm surprised we didn't wake you up." By the end she was right in front of me with that damned evil smirk on her face. She said it, the very thing I had been trying not to let myself think and Sherri said it. She had seduced my fianc? and they'd had sex. "I don't believe you." I couldn't let myself believe her. I could not just accept Amy cheating on me, especially with my own sister. "You will. When she comes down here I will give her a big, wet sloppy kiss." She punctuated each of these last four words with a single finger poking me in the chest, just above my fake boobs. "And then, you will move all your stuff out of our bedroom, you can sleep in the guest room from now on." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Get out." I had let this go far enough because Amy had seemed to be enjoying seeing me as Tiffany. I had written it off as a harmless weekend, embarrassing sure but no actual harm. Sherri was taking it too far, trying to steal my fianc? and my house. "Get out of my house." Sherri slapped me hard across the face and the still tentative balance I kept in these high heels was thrown off and I was thrown to the kitchen floor. Sherri was on me immediately, she threw herself on my back and grabbed my arm. I was struck by deja vu as she wrenched my arm back around like Thursday night and so many times before. "Get off me Sherri." She wrenched on my arm in response but I gritted my teeth, determined not to give in this time. "No, let me tell you a few things Tiffany. Let me tell you how things are going to go from now on. You will live in the guest room, I guess we can call it the maid's quarters, because Tiffany is going to be making me and my girlfriend Amy dinner every night. And every weekend Tiffany will be our little maid, cleaning up our house." She was wrenching on my arm, harder than ever before, God damn it hurt but I could not afford to give in, my life and my love was on the line. I took a deep breath and channeled all the pain of her wrenching on my arm and bellowed at the top of my lungs. "No!" It was as long and drawn out as Darth Vader's ridiculous cry at the end of Revenge of the Sith but this was not a despaired wail of denial this was a declaration, this was was refusal to allow what she had just said. As I roared my answer I pulled at her grip, trying to use the emotion of my shout to pull my arm free from her grip, if this was a movie it would have worked. Instead I was left still with Sherri twisting my arm, putting pressure on my shoulder, as I snorted through my nose like a bull. "Amy is my fianc?." Emphasis on my. Sherri torqued up again on my arm again because I had made some ground with my fighting, even if I hadn't gotten free. "Not anymore," she said. "After last night she is my lover, she kicked you out of her bedroom last night and invited me in instead. And since you say you don't want a boyfriend I won't make you commit to one man. I will invite several of them over here, every weekend, and you will service them all. Maybe I will whore you out, maybe I will just have you suck their cocks for free." "I'm not gay. I won't do it." "You will do it, otherwise I will find someone from your work, and I will make sure that every picture I have taken of Tiffany this weekend finds its way to every single person you work with. Pictures of you in your bra and panties, in your nice office skirt and blouse, your little sissy maid's dress, and of course your club slut outfit. Maybe after you've given a dozen or so blowjobs you will come to accept that Amy is mine now." She barely finished that diatribe before she disappeared off my back, her hand still tugging at my wrist in a way that rolled me over onto my back. I could see now that Amy, my beautiful, powerful fianc? had her arm around Sherri's waist and was lifting her off the ground. As Sherri's grip on my wrist failed and Amy tugged her free she turned and threw my sister to the floor. "Stay down." She ordered as Sherri was immediately trying to get to her feet, instead my sister settled into a sitting position leaning against the kitchen counter. I wasn't sure whether I should get up myself so I settled into a seated position as well, at least this way I wasn't lying on the floor with my skirt up around my waist. "As far as last night Sherri," Amy started sternly. "I don't know if you were so drunk to not remember but I pretty clearly recall it being your idea for Charles to sleep on the couch so he could make breakfast without waking me up. Then it was your idea once we were upstairs to share a bed. I told you then okay but not to try anything funny. I was in a good mood so I didn't kick you out when you tried but I think we both remember you didn't get anywhere with me. Just because I find Tiffany sexy doesn't mean I'm into girls." I was so relieved to hear that she had been lying, that my trust in Amy had not been wrong that I started crying, I didn't want to but I couldn't help myself. "Now take off that housecoat and give it back to your brother." Sherri took the housecoat off and covered her breasts with one arm as she held it out to me with the other. I got up to take it, and found in my fall I must have twisted my ankle, probably due to my heels, because I found it hurt to put my weight on it but I tried not to show it and took the offending shoes off, it was considerably easier once I was flat footed again. I stripped off the dress and petticoats to put my robe on, even though I was still wearing all the women's underwear beneath it , I was already starting to feel more normal. "Charles would you go get Sherri's phone, it is on your nightstand." My nightstand, in my bedroom, with my fianc?. This trying weekend was finally coming to an end and Sherri's play to steal my fianc? was going to be squashed. I brought Amy the phone and stood beside her over my sister, still sitting on the floor in nothing but her boxers, I took pity on her and tossed her a shirt I had grabbed from her room while I was upstairs so she didn't have to worry about accidentally revealing her breasts. "What is the unlock code?" Amy demanded fingering the screen of my sister's phone. "I won't tell you." Maybe giving her a shirt had been a mistake as my sister drew defiance from the lack of vulnerability. Amy shrugged and tossed Sherri's phone into the kitchen sink, which was still full of water and dishes. Sherri jumped up and rushed to the sink to pull her phone out, hoping it would be in time to save the device. Amy stepped between her and the sink before she got close and shoved her back with both hands, there was no way she was going to be allowed to save any pictures she had of me. "Now Charles never wanted you to stay with us, do you remember that Sherri? You were here because I felt it was important to take care of family, I didn't understand what a bitch you are. Now that I don't want you staying here, Charles would you like to say it?" "You have half an hour to pack your things and get out. We do not want you in our house, and we don't want you in our lives." Sherri didn't say anything as she packed, it barely took her fifteen of the allotted thirty minutes before she had put all her bags into her car and drove away, I didn't really care where she went, just that she was gone. Once we closed the door I held Amy in my arms and I kissed her, not deeply but repeatedly. When we pulled our faces apart I could see the bright red lipstick smeared on her mouth from my lips. "I'm going to go have a shower and get changed." Amy just held me in her arms a moment longer. "Baby, I know this is a lot to ask but I want Tiffany to stick around for just another couple hours. You did promise me you would be Tiffany for a weekend after all." Couldn't I go back to being myself? My sister was gone, the very reason I had been in a dress in the first place had been cast out, couldn't this end? "Why?" "I had one other thing planned for Tiffany, something I was really looking forward to." "I am really ready to go back to being Charles." I could tell Amy was disappointed but she tried not to show it. "Why don't you go take a bath and think about it while you relax." I did as she suggested and just sat in the tub of warm water, thinking about how nice it was going to be not having my sister around. She had only been here three days and I was already relieved to be rid of her. I wondered if she might try to cause further trouble for me, even without the pictures she could perhaps get in touch with someone I work with and tell people what had gone on, but it would be her word against both mine and Amy's I had no doubt after what had happened that my beloved would back me up, that was what couples did. After a while Amy came into the bathroom carrying a stack of clothes, pants a shirt, underwear, my own underwear thankfully, not the female stuff I had bought. But she also had a bag from la Petite Maison d'amour. She set both on the counter by the sink. "When you get out put on whichever one you want, but I know which one I am hoping for." She let her fingers trail along the Maison bag. I let myself sink deeper into the bathwater but said nothing. I soaked in the tub and pondered what I was going to do. Thinking back to our trip to the lingerie store I could figure out what was in the bag, it was that bustier that Sherri had picked out, Sherri had said it was for something special but I didn't really care what my sister had planned for it. Amy was another matter, she had said she'd been looking forward to whatever she had planned while I was wearing that last item. No doubt Sherri had told her what she had in mind, had my fianc? been convinced by the diabolical plot of my sister? And yet Amy had been the one who had pulled my sister off of me, I certainly would not have been able to do so on my own. It had been her quick thinking to remove the threat of Sherri possessing those pictures of Tiffany. There was no question I loved her, and for everything she had done out of love for me, what was another few hours as her girlfriend. After draining the tub and toweling off I picked up the bag off the counter and walked out of the bathroom. I'd had enough trouble with a bra that had two hooks, this thing had a dozen or more, if Amy wanted to see me continue to be Tiffany she could at least help me get dressed. I found her in the bedroom and she literally squealed with excitement seeing me walk in with that bag in hand. As she wrapped the bustier around me and started to do it up she said. "If you are doing up something like this on your own, the trick is to put it on backwards so you can do the hooks up in front of you, then spin it around on your body. It works for bras too, just in case Tiffany ever decides to come visit in the future." I thought how that would never happen but decided to say nothing. I just let her continue to minister to me, after the bustier was done up she sat me down in a chair and rolled a fresh pair of stockings up my legs and clipped them to the garters built into my bustier. Amy cupped my face and gave me another one of those kisses that she gave Tiffany, pressing her tongue into my mouth I didn't wrap my arms around her I just let her devour me working her lips on mine. Eventually we pulled our mouths apart and Amy let her hands fall away from my face to take me by the hand. She led me to our bedroom and laid me down on the bed before getting one of her sleep masks out of her nightstand. They were soft cotton on the inside and a smooth, satin finish polyester on the outside and once she had slipped it on me I admit it did a decent job of blocking out the light. She pulled back and left me laying there for a minute before she was back, kissing me on the neck. We spent a good amount of time with her kissing and stroking my body in unexpected places including the palm of my hand before she brought my hand to her breast and I began to blindly stroke back, rubbing my numb over her nipple. After an indeterminate amount of foreplay she pulled away again, I could hear her nearby fiddling with something and then I felt her take hold of my hand. She curled my fingers until they were cupped to her satisfaction and then I felt something cold and wet squirt into my hand. Without even giving me time to think about what was happening she led my hand and placed it on something. Unable to see I wrapped my hand around it, finding it cylindrical, not quite as big around as a cucumber, as she guided me through running my hand along the length of the object, smearing it with whatever she had squirted in my hand it clicked in my brain. I had to see this, I had to verify what my brain had just concluded, reaching up with the arm she was not holding I pulled off the sleep mask and found to my dismay I had been correct. My hand was wrapped around a dildo that was sprouting from a harness around Amy's waist. "What the hell is that?" "I've done some research on this topic. Everyone says it feels amazing for a guy to be anally stimulated. Look at it baby, it isn't that big, it is a soft material so it will give, even the shape is designed for a beginner." I had to admit the first two points, the latter I did not have enough knowledge in the area in question to dispute. The dildo was made of a clear pink silicone, which I could squeeze and feel it give under my touch, the head was pronounced by very pointed, almost like a spear. As I lay there in shock, Amy took my hand and guided me through a couple more strokes, spreading the lube that was dripping through my fingers along the length of her shaft. "I promise you, this is going to feel amazing for you, I've been looking forward to this all weekend, Tiffany is so sexy, I just could not wait to fuck you." I wanted to say no but that pleading look on Amy's face froze me, I just let her keep using my hand to stroke her dildo, squirting more lube on it, until it was sloppy and wet. Since I had not yet stopped her or said a word in protest she helped me roll onto my side and then climbed on the bed behind me, in the big spoon position. With the arm that was against the bed I could feel her position her dildo against my asshole, and then the other hand came to rest on my shoulder. "Are you ready Tiffany?" I tried not to panic, I really didn't want this, I just wanted to get dressed again, in my regular clothes and forget Tiffany ever existed, but at the same time I didn't want to disappoint Amy. She said she had been looking forward to this, she had been waiting to take her dildo and fuck her new girlfriend. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, but I nodded. I was as ready as I was going to get. Her hand gripped my shoulder and I could feel her hips pressing against me. "Open yourself up, like you are trying to poop." I followed her instructions and I could feel my asshole giving way to the pressure and opening up for amy's dildo. I grunted as my ass opened up uncomfortably wide, it didn't hurt exactly but it was definitely not an enjoyable feeling. I could feel the bulb at the tip pop inside me and my ass clamped down on the shaft behind it. Amy stroked my hair from behind. "Good girl Tiffany, the tip is inside you now. Are you ready for me to start thrusting?" I wasn't sure if I was ready or not, I really didn't want her to start thrusting but on the other hand I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so I nodded. As she eased slowly into me I could feel the uncomfortably full sensation growing, like when you need to use the bathroom really badly, but as she was moving there was another sensation too, this one did feel good. It felt like little vibrations being sent straight from my ass to the base of my cock. I groaned although at this point I wasn't sure if it was in distress or pleasure, both were hard to suppress at this point. Eventually I felt Amy's hips grinding on my asscheeks. "There we go baby, you took that whole cock. Now was that so bad?" Thinking of the bloodcurdling agony I had been expecting, compared to the relatively minor pain I had felt and the strange pleasure I shook my head. "No, I was expecting much worse." "Okay then, I am going to start fucking you now." I felt her draw back still slowly and on the outstroke there was that shooting pleasure again jolting my cock from the inside. With each stroke in or out she picked up the pace and as she got faster the discomfort disappeared and the pleasure grew higher. Without thinking my hand drifted down toward my cock, but Amy took a hand off my hip to slap my hand away. "If you want to do something with your hands, play with your tits." Obeying her, rather than risk her stopping the incredible sensations of her pounding my ass I started to stroke the cups out my bustier. I did not have my false breasts in but that just meant the soft material rubbed directly against my nipples. By now Amy had built up a good steady rhythm in her thrusting and I could not hold it in anymore I started to moan. It sounded, at least to me, like one of the women in a porn movie as they get fucked, panting and moaning, maybe even the occasional utterance of God. "Does this feel good?" Amy cooed behind me as she kept pace. "Oh God, yes! Yes!" "Tell me, tell me how much you like this." "Oh yes! I love it. Oh God it feels so good." "What do you love Tiffany?" "I love getting fucked." "By what?" "Oh God, I love getting fucked by your cock baby." "Good girl." Amy reached around and wrapped her hand around my cock. She started stroking my cock in time with her thrusts in my ass, all the while I stroked my nipples through the silky bustier cups. All this stimulation was too much and I felt like a pair of explosions went off, the second one was my cock erupting, a well known feeling to me, but the one that preceded it by just a fraction of a moment was different, this felt like it originated somewhere behind my cock, if anything it was the more powerful of the two. Amy pulled me in close, burying her dildo as deep in my ass as she could and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "God I love you baby." "I love you too." Amy chuckled. "Tiffany and Charles, I guess I love you two." As we lay in each other's arms I felt spent, emotionally and physically and at some point I fell asleep. I sort of woke up when Amy pulled out of my ass but she just stroked my hair and told me to rest, so I did. When I woke fully a short time later I looked over and saw Amy packing some things into a cardboard box. "What is that?" "I'm just gathering all of Tiffany's things, I figured you could put them all in the attic, that way if Tiffany ever wanted to come for a visit, it is all there waiting for us." "I suppose, but I don't know how likely that is." "Well I have it all here. There are just a couple last things. The bustier and stockings you are still wearing, and this." She started unbuckling the strap-on harness from around her waist, although the dildo was no longer in it. She had probably taken it out to clean it. That dildo though, it had felt amazing, like nothing I had ever felt before. I decided to myself, if it meant feeling those sensations, maybe I could be Tiffany again. Not regularly and not soon, but I thought for a moment, Amy's birthday was in a couple of months, maybe Tiffany would come to celebrate with her.