Diabolical

Al's Summer Vacation
aka Alicia's Summer Vacation

Chapter 1
Sibling Rivalry

"Let me go," I yelled.

But she wrenched my arm again, and forced me to my knees as the pain shot through my shoulder. She was two years older than me, four inches [10cm] taller, and a lot meaner. I never had a chance against her.

"You're going to apologize, little brother, or I'll give you the beating of your life!" As I knelt in front of her, she grabbed a fistful of my shoulder-length hair, twisted it around, and jerked my head back. "Maybe I should cut off all this pretty hair of yours."

"All right, you win," I cried, "I'm sorry. Just leave my hair alone!"

She shoved me face down on the living room carpet and stood over me. I massaged my aching shoulder, and as I turned to look up at her, she snarled, "next time you won't get off this easy."

"I didn't-" I started to say, and she kicked me in the stomach. The dull pain in my gut made my eyes water. "Oooh," I gasped and lay doubled over on the floor.

"What the hell is going on here?" I heard our older brother yell.

"Ron, Al's been acting like a jerk again. I don't know what to do with him."

"It figures," Ron said. "It's always the same problem. But I've got a real easy solution this time. Al, from now on, you do whatever Kathy tells you. Understand me?"

By now, I was up on my knees, still holding my stomach. "All I said was she was having a bad hair day! And she can't tell me what to do, and neither can you," I gasped. "You're only my brother."

"I'm also your legal guardian, since Mom and Dad passed away. If you don't listen to me, maybe I'll have my girlfriend come over and teach you some manners." He grabbed my collar and pulled me up on my tiptoes. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Yeah," I grumbled, and he let me go. The last thing I needed was to see that vulture Sandra; she gave me the creeps. And she wore these leather outfits that make her look even creepier. By now I had gotten my wind back. "I'm going up to my room," I said to him, ignoring Kathy.

Up in my room, I lay on the bed holding my tender stomach. Life wasn't fair. Ron and Kathy took after Dad; Ron was big and barrel-chested, and even Kathy was much stronger than me. I took after Mom's side of the family. I was slight of build, and my face had soft features. Worst of all, my brother and sister were always against me.

Everyone always liked Kathy because she was pretty; when she wore makeup she could look like an adult. I was almost 13, and Ron was only 22, but now I had to take orders from him. This never would have happened if Mom and Dad hadn't died in that plane crash, right after we moved to Los Angeles. All my friends were back in Santa Cruz, and now my sister was pushing me around again.

Our parents had left us plenty of money, and our lawyer said the new house was all paid for, but Ron would have to be in charge of the Peterson household, that is, Kathy and me. Summer had just started, I didn't have any friends here, and I was fighting with my sister already. While I wallowed in self-pity my sister paid me a visit, carrying a shopping bag.

"Get up," she ordered me.

"Go away," I answered. The next thing I knew, she dragged me to my feet and twisted my arm behind me again. She pulled my shirt up over my face, and then ripped it off.

"What do you think you're doing?" I shouted.

"You're supposed to do what I tell you," she said, twisting my head around so I was nose to nose with her. "I guess you haven't learned that yet. But you will."

She threw me face down on the carpet, sat on me, and reached into her shopping bag.

"Kathy, get off me! I don't want to play like this," I whined.

"We aren't playing any more, little brother. I got this just for you," she said, peeling off a strip of duct tape.

"What are you doing?" I shouted. This was getting serious.

She pulled my wrists together behind me, and I felt her slap the tape against my rightwrist.

"Kathy, stop it!" I pleaded, with panic in my voice. I struggled to free myself, but she held me securely as she wrapped layer after layer of tape around my wrists. "This isn't funny any more!"

"It won't be funny for you, but I'm going to enjoy it," she said. She pulled me to my feet, and spun me around to face her.

"You let me go right now!" I demanded.

She slapped me across the face so hard that my cheek stung, and tears came to my eyes. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and pulled my face to within inches of hers. As I fought back the tears, she looked me in the eye, and snarled, "are you telling me what to do, little brother?"

"N-n-no," I stammered. "Please let me go."

"First I'm going to take your clothes off, and then I'm going to give you a beating. Then if you're good I'll let you go. Is that all right with you?"

"Kathy, please-"

She slapped the other cheek, this time with the back of her hand. My head snapped back, and I lost my balance, falling against the side of the bed. As I lay slumped there, my ears were still ringing, and I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. Finally my head cleared, and I looked up to see my sister standing over me.

She kicked me in the side and sneered at me. "Are you ready for your beating now?"

I was too scared to say anything, so I just looked down and nodded my head.

She kicked me again, only harder. "I can't hear you," she said. "Get on your knees and beg me to give you a proper beating!"

I struggled for balance with my hands bound, and lurched forward to my knees. This was so humiliating; now I had to beg my sister to beat me. But as I crawled forward, the door swung ajar, and I saw my brother.

"Kathy, you've done enough to him for today. Leave him alone now."

"But Ron, you know he deserves it!" she pleaded.

But Ron just pointed to the door, and Kathy stomped out.

"Thanks, Ron," I gasped. "Please untie me. It hurts where she kicked me."

He picked me up, and laid me on the bed. "Just rest like this now, so you won't get in any more trouble. I'll come back and untie you tonight."

I started to protest, but he walked out anyway. And so I had to spend the whole evening tied up on my bed.

The next day I was out in front of the house when another boy walked into our yard. "Is Kathy home?" he asked.

"Who wants to know?" I asked.

He came up to me, and while he looked me over, I sized him up. He was bigger than me, muscular, and probably a couple of years older. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the collar of my knit shirt, and nearly lifted me off the ground. "I'm her new boyfriend. She told me she had a bratty little brother with long hair like a girl. Is that you?"

I didn't agree entirely with the description, but this wasn't the time to take issue with him. I nodded my head. "I'm 3; I'm her brother," I stammered.

He pulled me close to him. "Then why don't you be a good little boy, and tell your big sister I'm here?" He shoved me away, sending me sprawling onto the grass.

But before I could get up, Kathy had come outside. She wore a white halter top that barely covered her breasts, and a pair of blue jeans that must have been painted on her. Her long brown hair was pulled straight back and then hung down over her shoulders. She had just seen this punk push me around. But as I watched, they embraced, and she gave him a French kiss. "I see you've met my brother," she said.

"Yeah," he said. "Does he always act like a jerk?"

"Always," she said, giving me a dirty look. "Like I said, you have to smack him around just to get his attention."

"Never mind him," he said. "You look gorgeous today, so let's get out of here."

It figured she was on his side. I backed away, and they left together. So I wandered out to the street and down the block. Then I saw a young girl sitting out in front of the house next door. She had dark brown hair like me, but even longer, and cut in straight bangs across her forehead. Best of all, a small pair of breasts lifted her red sweater. Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad after all. I introduced myself, and found out her name was Arcadia. She was a year older than me.

"So we're neighbors now," she said. "I've already met your sister. But she didn't mention that she had a little brother."

In a way that was good. At least Kathy hadn't poisoned her against me. "We don't hang around much together. She's always had her own friends."

She smiled at me and said, "that's all right. I'm sure we'll all be friends."

That evening, Kathy brought her thug-boyfriend home with her, and she dragged me down to the basement playroom to give me a proper introduction to him. His name was Craig, and when he wasn't feeling up my sister, his idea of a good time was to try out wrestling moves on me. He shoved me around, grabbed me, and slammed me down on the tile floor time after time.

"I've had enough of this," I said, getting to my feet for the umpteenth time.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetie," Kathy said. "Ron said you had to do whatever Itold you. And I'm telling you to get back down on the floor."

"He didn't mean you could have this goon beat me up!" I yelled.

In a second, Craig was right in my face. "Who are you calling a goon, pretty boy?" hesaid, shoving my chest.

I stumbled backward and looked to my sister for help. "Kathy, make him leave mealone!"

"Oh, but I thought boys liked roughhousing like this," she said sweetly.

Craig threw me face down on the floor, twisted my arm behind my back, and mashed my nose against the tiles. "Maybe he isn't a real boy," he said.

"Get off me!" I shouted. "Kathy, get him out of here!"

"Ron said I could make you do whatever I want, and I think it's time we took advantage of it." She held up a roll of duct tape, and pulled an arm's-length of it out. "Craig, put his wrists together behind his back."

"Kathy, stop! This isn't fair!" I pleaded, as Craig pulled my arms together.

Kathy wrapped the tape around my wrists several times, and Craig let me go. He pulled me up to my knees and left me kneeling in front of them. I strained and shook so hard that my hair got in my eyes. But the tape held fast. I could barely see the two of them exchange glances and grin.

"Still think you can get out of that, little sissy?" Kathy asked.

"If you don't let me go, I'll scream!"

"I think he needs to be gagged," Craig said.

I leaned back from them. "You better not put that tape over my mouth," I warned.

"Oh, we won't use that to gag you," she said, brushing my hair over my eyes so I couldhardly see anything.

A moment later Craig sat next to me, and I could finally see that he had unzipped his pants, and his cock was sticking straight out at me. "We're going to gag you with this!" he said.

I recoiled in horror, tears filling my eyes. This couldn't happen to me, not in my own house. "No, please," I begged.

My sister took a handful of hair, and guided my head toward Craig's bright red cock. "Since you don't like to fight like a boy, maybe you're interested in more girlish activities. Like sucking cock."

"Yeah," Craig snarled, "you're gonna suck my cock until I come all over your face!"

Chapter 2
The Family That Flays Together Stays Together

"No!" I shouted. "I won't suck his cock. I'll do anything but that!"

Kathy pulled my head back, and asked, "anything?"

I nodded my head vigorously. "Anything but that!"

"Will you try on my dresses and pose for some pictures?"

"But 3; but you never want me near your stuff. Why do you want me to wear your clothes?"

"Because I think you'd look adorable in a dress. Now will you do it or not?" Then she turned my head back to face Craig's cock.

"I'll do it!" I blurted out.

"Then as a sign of good faith, kiss it." She shoved me forward so my face was flush against his erect cock. At least kissing it wouldn't be as bad as putting it in my mouth. I closed my eyes, kissed it, and leaned away.

"Hey, I was looking forward to a blow job! Is that all I get?" Craig asked Kathy.

"For now," she said, and turned to face me, "unless the little sissy misbehaves when I take the pictures."

Kathy ordered me to kneel until they returned, and they left together. Alone, I was on my knees with my hands bound and had to wait for my sister and her boyfriend to humiliate me. What had I ever done to deserve this? All I could do was feel sorry for myself until they came back with a half dozen dresses.

Kathy unwrapped my wrists and told me, "Strip! You've got sixty seconds. If I see you wearing anything besides your birthday suit, you'll be gagging on male meat."

I practically ripped my clothes off, and in forty-five seconds I stood before them naked, my hands covering my penis.

"Don't be modest, sweetie," Kathy said, raising her camera. "Put your hands up over your head now!"

I frowned and looked down at my member. Reluctantly I put my hands up, and when I looked back at Kathy, I saw the flashbulb go off.

"Now put your hand on your hip like a good little fag," she said. "And then your other hand up on your shoulder to toss your hair. And pout for me. Come on, let's see those lips. I want to see a nice pouty look on your face."

She finally got the sexy look she wanted, and the flashbulb went off again.

"Now cross your ankles, and point your feet outward like a pretty little ballerina," she commanded me. And when I did, she took a couple more photos of me.

"Are we having fun yet, little brother?"

I shook my head. "Kathy, can I put some clothes on now?" I begged.

"Sure you can, sweetie," she cooed. "So that's why you look so unhappy. You don't like being naked, do you?"

I shook my head again, fighting back the tears, and Craig kept snickering at me.

"I've got just the thing for you," she said, holding up a training bra.

"No 3; I didn't mean that-"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll help you put it on," she said, spinning me around. A moment later she had me in the bra, and ordered me, "now fondle your new breasts!"

I had no choice, and fondled myself as the flashbulb went off again.

"Let's get the faggot into the rest of his clothes," Craig said. "He'll look cute in that little red number of yours."

The next thing I knew, I was climbing into a pair of stockings and a garter belt, and my sister zipped me into a red tafetta dress. My legs were encased in nylon, and the dress rustled whenever I moved.

"Now lift up your dress and pretend to adjust your garter," she said. And the camera flash went off again.

"Good, now cross your wrists at your waist, and put your hands together palm to palm like a good little sissy," she ordered me.

As I did do, she snapped another picture. Ane the ordeal went on. For the next half hour, she must have taken twenty Polaroids of me, some naked, but most in her outfits. She kept telling me to smile for the camera, and Craig kept taunting me. Most ominous of all, his cock was about to burst his pants the whole time.

Finally she stripped me again, and left me sitting me on the floor. "I can hardly wait to show these to Ron! And wait until Sandra gets to see them."

"Who's Sandra?" Craig asked.

"She's my big brother's girlfriend. She is one hot blonde, always wearing these leather and rubber outfits. I'm sure she'll have some good ideas about dressing up the little sissy."

Just what I needed. My brother's bitchy girlfriend getting her hands on me. This was going too far. "I'm not a sissy!" I shouted at her.

"Oh, no? Well if you're such a stud, I'd like to see you jerk off right now."

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe it. "Here? Right now? In front of both of you?"

"And on camera, sweetie. I've got a few pictures left. Or would you rather listen to that tafetta dress rustling as we walk around the block a couple of times?"

I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't go out in that red dress. Then she added, "and after we show you off around the neighborhood, then you can get Craig off!"

"Now that's more like it," the big oaf said, leering at me.

There was no way out. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even look at them as I got it hard, and finally some cum spurted out onto the floor as the camera flash went off.

"Can I go now?" I mumbled as I looked down. "Are you through with me?"

"Almost," she said. "But you've made a mess in here. My dear little brother, I'd really appreciate it if you cleaned the floor."

"All right," I said, starting to get up.

But she pushed me back down to my knees. "No, stay down there," she said, smiling at me. "Use your tongue."

I stared in horror at the line of white goo on the carpet.

"Do you want some fresh cum instead?" Craig snarled at me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I bent forward to lick it up.

"Look, he's going to cry," Craig taunted me. "The little faggot is going to cry."

I couldn't help but cry. As I lapped up the salty goo, Kathy took another picture, and then one more of me on my knees with tears streaming down my face.

"Now put on my white lace dress, and go to your room for the rest of the day," she ordered me. She waved the last photo in my face. "You're going to be a good little sissy from now on, unless you want me to start showing everyone our new family album."

I put on the dress and hurried up to my room, my face in my hands. Now my sister could blackmail me with those pictures.

The next day, Arcadia came over to see Kathy, but I met her in the backyard. I hoped if I intercepted her first, I could keep Kathy from telling her what happened yesterday.

"Would you like to go to the park with me?" I asked. "We can get some ice cream."

"Well, I came over to see Kathy. She had a fight with Craig over the phone this morning, and I wanted to talk with her. I guess it can wait."

That was interesting. Kathy had a fight with Craig? Maybe if they were fighting with each other, they'd leave me alone. We turned to go, but then I saw Craig open our gate.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to see your big sister, brat," he said, walking up the driveway toward me.

"I doubt she wants to see you, though," I said, hoping I'd find out what's going on.

"Maybe you're right," he said. "Arcadia, would you like to go out with me?"

"We were just on our way out," I said.

"I asked the girl, not you," he snapped.

"Oh, I don't know 3;" she said.

"Arcadia, tell him to get lost. He broke up with my sister, and now he just wants to use you."

"Shut up, you little bastard!" he shouted, and grabbed me by the shirt.

"I know!" Arcadia said, smiling. "Why don't you boys settle this among yourselves? Meanwhile I'll go talk to Kathy."

She started off, and Craig shoved me backwards, sending me stumbling against the house.

"Hurry back!" he shouted to her. "This won't take long!"

I got up and tried to run, but he tackled me, and threw me down in the grass. He sat on my chest, making me gasp for air.

"Let's make Arcadia's decision a real easy one," he said, and punched me in the face. I screamed, but he had me pinned to the ground, and hit me on the side of the face over and over. I was dazed and helpless when he pulled me to my feet, and threw me face first against the concrete garage.

I don't even remember hitting the ground. I woke up out on the grass in late afternoon with a headache, a split lip, and a lump on my forehead. I staggered inside to find Kathy showing Ron the pictures of me in her dresses (or not in them, in some cases.)

"I want him to dress up like a girl from now on," she said. "Look at the T-shirt and jeans he's wearing. We're new in this neighborhood, and no one here knows he's supposed to be a boy."

"You can't do that to me," I shouted, and my head hurt even more.

"I don't think so," Ron said. "We'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe for him."

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least my big brother wasn't going to let her make me into a girl.

"No we won't," Kathy said. "He can wear my stuff. I've got a lot of clothes I've just about outgrown, and they'll fit him perfect now."

That's my sister. She can be so accommodating when she wants to.

"Besides, Mom bought me some really frilly dresses that I never wore. They're just too feminine-looking for me. But I think the sissy will look good in them."

"All right, " Ron said. "We'll try it for a little while. But start with just the underwear, so he can get used to it."

"Ron, no!" I screamed. "I won't do it!"

"You'll do what we tell you to," he shouted, and then he grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me to him. "Kathy, get me the roll of duct tape in the drawer."

Don't we ever run out of duct tape? I struggled, but he twisted my arm behind me, and threw me on the kitchen floor. He held me face down on the floor as Kathy taped my wrists together.

"Sandra's coming over any minute, and I'm sure she'll be delighted to get reacquainted with you," he said."

Oh, no. Sandra always hated me. "Ron, please let me go," I whined. "Craig already beat me up today."

But he just tousled my hair, and it got in my eyes. "You can't get along with anyone, can you? Now be a good little sissy," he said, "and stay right there."

"Ron, will you please untie-" I started, but then Kathy jumped on my back, knocking the wind out of me.

"I can hardly wait till Sandra gets here," Kathy said.

Me neither, I thought, gasping for air.

Soon the doorbell rang, and a minute later Ron and Sandra were standing over me, with Kathy perched on my back.

"I'd get up," Kathy told them, "but I feel so comfortable here."

Sandra was a tall blonde whose large breasts my brother worshipped. But like many beautiful women, she was a bitch. She fixed me with a cold stare, and I knew I was in trouble. She was wearing a black leather outfit, with high-heeled boots, and she carried an oversized gym bag. Sandra flipped through those awful Polaroid photos, and her expression didn't even change. You'd think she saw pictures like that every day.

"It's time you learned some discipline," she said, taking a white corset out of her bag. "Kathy, strip the little sissy."

"All right!" she said, and started pulling my clothes off. Soon she had me stripped from the waist down, and said, "I can't get this shirt over his wrists."

Sandra handed her a knife and said, "cut it off. He won't need those boy clothes any more, will he?"

Kathy grinned from ear to ear, but all I could see was the light glinting off the knife blade as I looked up at her. In moments, she had me on my back naked, with my wrists taped behind me.

"Now let's see how that corset looks on you," Sandra said.

Kathy stood me up, and Sandra laced the corset around me tighter and tighter until I thought it was going to smother me. In a few moments I stood clad in panties, stockings, and a training bra my sister generously donated.

Sandra stood over me, and lifted my chin. "Now, are you ready for your spanking?" she asked.

"No! You can't spank me!" I said, and backed away to the far wall of the kitchen.

"Come on, sweetie," she said, beckoning to me, "what are you doing all the way over there?"

"Leave me alone," I begged. "Ron, don't let her hit me!"

Sandra took a leather paddle from her bag and snarled, "come over here now and get your spanking. Unless you'd like a good beating."

But my feet were anchored to the floor, and my back to the wall. I wasn't going to budge.

Sandra moved in on me, and all I could do was slide along the wall into the corner. Then, half-naked and trapped in the corner with my hands bound behind me, I could only stare up at the leather-clad woman brandishing a paddle.

"Shame on you for making me chase after you," she said. "Now you're going to learn a lesson." She grabbed a handful of hair, and dragged me over to the table. She sat down, and threw me over her knee. "Pay attention, Kathy. I'm going to show you how to discipline your little brother."

"Let me go 3;" I screamed. "You can't 3;"

The paddle landed, stinging my bottom.

"Ow, stop it!" I shouted.

She hit me twice more, once on each cheek, and both were burning.

"You're hurting me," I whined.

"Oh, you're hurting me," Kathy taunted me. "Can I hit him now, Sandra?"

But Sandra rubbed my sore butt with her palm. "Does that feel better, sweetie?"

"No!" I shouted. "Let me go!"

"Oh, you've got a lot more coming," she said, and I felt the smooth leather of the paddle gently sliding back and forth across my butt. She lifted the paddle, and I felt cool air against my bottom for a moment. Then I felt another stinging blow.

Tears came to my eyes as she hit me another dozen times. My poor butt was on fire, and no matter how much I squirmed, she just kept hitting me. I tried not to cry, but finally I was sobbing, warm tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Kathy, look at how nice and red his ass is," Sandra said matter-of-factly. "That's what you want to do. You can give him a good beating without leaving any welts or scars. This way you don't mark him up, but the little bastard won't want to sit down for a couple of days. Would you like to try it?"

Kathy grabbed the paddle from her, pulled my hair back from my face, and looked me straight in the eye. "You're going to get it now," she said, sneering at me.

"No," I begged. "Please, I've had enough."

"Can we shut him up?" Kathy asked Sandra. "I don't want to listen to his whining.

Ron handed Kathy the roll of duct tape.

"No, don't tape his mouth," Sandra said, "he needs a proper gag."

Oh, God forbid I should be improperly gagged when they beat me. Helpless, I watched as Sandra rummaged through her bag, and pulled out what looked like a rubber cock with a strap attached to it.

"This is a penis gag," she announced. "It'll keep the little darling quiet, and get him used to having a cock in his mouth." She pressed the tip of the gag against my mouth.

I clenched my teeth and shook my head. A moment later my bottom got stung. Then another whack. And another. I bucked and squirmed, but Sandra held me down. My sister was swinging the paddle with both hands. I opened my mouth to scream and Sandra shoved the penis gag in. She strapped it around my head, and tied it in place. "Now teach him to be more cooperative," she told Kathy.

Kathy warmed to the task of warming my butt. She hit me over and over as I sobbed into the gag and kicked my legs. My whole body glistened with sweat, my butt was on fire, and I squealed in agony, waiting for the next blow to fall. Finally she stopped.

"Whew, I'm tired," Kathy said, "I never knew beating him up could be so much work."

"Kathy, you need to work on your stamina," Ron said. "I'll bet Sandra could do alot better."

"Noooo," I moaned into my gag.

But Sandra didn't hit me. She spent the next two hours teaching the others how to tie me up. She explained the proper use of handcuffs, spreader bars, arm binders, and all the other bondage stuff she brought along.

Finally, Ron and Sandra left me with Kathy, and I spent the whole day bound, gagged, and helpless, while she took more pictures of me. Finally Kathy took the gag out, made me kneel, and held a bunch of grapes over my head.

"So how do you like having a cock in your mouth, little crybaby?" she asked.

I didn't say anything, but just opened and closed my jaw to get the feeling back in it.

"Hungry, sweetie? You haven't had a thing to eat all day."

My jaw ached from the gag, and I tried to reach the grapes, but I couldn't reach them. Finally I gave up. Maybe they were sour anyway.

But then Kathy threw them on the floor in front of me. "Eat up, sissy! Now!"

I was so hungry I gobbled the grapes as fast as I could. Then she blindfolded me, and left me alone on the floor. All I could do was lie on the floor in the dark with that damn corset choking me.

I had lost all track of time, when my blindfold was pulled off. Kathy threw a red sweater and a pair of red jeans in my face.

"Sandra gave the name of a beauty salon in a shopping center a few blocks from here. You're going to have your hair done."

"Kathy, please let me go," I begged. "I don't want to have my hair done. I've had a long day. I don't even want to go out."

"I didn't ask you what you want. I've made the appointment, and I'm taking you there now. Is that clear?"

I just nodded my head. At least she'd untie me, and I could stretch my muscles. Half an hour later, we showed up at the salon, but the sign on the door said, "Closed." I was saved!

"Too bad," I said, "they're closed."

But then a young blonde woman came to the door and opened it for us. "I'm Jennifer. You must be Kathy and the little sissy," she said. "Sandra told me to expect you."

"But I thought you were closed," I said, pointing at the sign. "The sign said closed."

"I work on special customers like you by appointment only," Jennifer said. "That way you can feel more comfortable when I make you look pretty."

I made a face. I was wearing girl's underwear, and now I had to have my hair done like a girl.

"That's very considerate of Jennifer, isn't it, sissy?" Kathy said, as Jennifer led me inside.

"How should we do his hair?" Jennifer asked my sister. Apparently my opinion didn't matter.

"We could have you wear your hair in straight bangs, like Arcadia," Kathy suggested to me.

Before I could answer, Jennifer said, "bangs can be cute, but they're too masculine. Lots of boys have bangs. We don't want anyone to confuse this little sissy with a boy."

I winced. She thinks I'd look too masculine with bangs? Jennifer was even worse than my sister.

"Anything you say," Kathy said. "Just make him look beautiful."

"I know! We'll part his hair in the middle just like yours, Kathy, only I'll put long soft curls in it," Jennifer said.

And she dragged me off to shampoo my hair. I could hardly move in the corset, and Jennifer practically had to shove me into a reclining chair. I lay there with me head in a sink as I tried to arch my back to keep my aching butt off the chair.

Half an hour later, she had styled my hair, set it in rollers, and had me sitting under a hair dryer. I squirmed because my butt hurt so much, but that only made it worse.

"Jennifer, my little brother isn't the first boy to have his hair styled here, is he?"

"No, of course not. But most of the boys don't have their hair done in curls like this."

"Are any of the other boys cute?" Kathy asked.

Just like my sister, I thought, trying to find boys at my expense.

"Some are really cute, but almost all of them are gay."

"Well, that doesn't help me any, but maybe this little sissy would like to meet some of them," Kathy said.

"What are you trying to 3;" I started.

"Sure, I can arrange that," Jennifer interrupted me. "Would you like to meet a fag?"

I was shocked. Speechless. How could they even think that?

"I think that's a great idea," Kathy said. "Wouldn't you like to meet a boy a little older than you? Someone more experienced, who can teach you how to be a fag?"

"No! Kathy, don't make me do this!" I said, my eyes filling with tears.

"Someone who'll bend you over a chair and make you like it?" she said, leering at me.

I bowed my head as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Oh, don't cry, sweetie, I'll find you a real nice boy, I promise," Jennifer said. "I doubt he'll be as sissified as you, but I'm sure lots of my customers would like to meet you."

Kathy giggled. "And we can keep trying until we find the right one."

"No, please don't make me meet any boys," I sobbed.

"Tell you what, little sissy. As long as you're a perfect little slave girl at home, I won't have Jennifer introduce you to any of her friends. But if you step out of line just once, you're going to be a party girl."

"I'll do anything you want around the house! I'll wear anything you want, I promise!"

"If the little faggot changes his mind, just let me know," Jennifer said. "He's a cutie, and I know lots of boys who'd love to get their hands on him."

Chapter 3
Bathing Beauty

The next day I slept until noon, handcuffed to the wrought iron headboard of my bed. I was still stiff from the beatings Craig and Kathy had given me, and even my face ached when she woke me up and dangled a white string bikini over me.

Five minutes later, she had me wearing it at poolside in our backyard. The pool was thirty feet [10m] long, with chairs and recliner lounges scattered around it. Our backyard was enclosed by a tall wooden fence, so no one could see in, unless one of our neighbors tried to climb over it. Still, I hated being outside, especially in a bikini. She spread a beach towel on the deck next to the deep end of the pool, and made me lie on it. Next she handcuffed my hands over my head to the pool ladder, and taped my ankles together.

"I'm going swimming now," she said, kneeling beside me. "And you're going to stay right here on your back."

"For how long?" I asked.

She slapped me across the face, making me wince.

"And you're going to be quiet, too. If I see you move or hear you say a word, I'll dump you in the pool."

And so I lay there in the sun listening to my sister swim and splash around in the water for at least an hour before she climbed out and came over to inspect me.

"I think you're done on this side, sweetie. Turn over."

Not daring to speak, I rolled over on my stomach.

"That's better," she said. "You're so pale, you need some color on your back. Of course you'll have a tan line, but that's the whole idea, isn't it? So stay there until I come back."

Oh, no! In this string bikini I was getting a girl's tan. How could I ever go to the beach or anywhere else bare-chested this summer?

After an hour on my back, Kathy marched me inside and stripped me. Then she had me on the living room floor naked with my hands tied behind my back. She lashed my ankles with another piece of cord, and drew my legs up, tying my ankles to my wrists in a secure hogtie. Sandra had taught her well.

"Wait right there," she said, "I have to make a phone call."

I couldn't hear her phone conversation, but when she hung up she was kind enough to tell me we were expecting company.

"We can't have company over with me like this! You have to untie me. I have to put some clothes on!"

"Would you like to wear this?" she asked, grinning at me as she held up the dreaded white corset.

"Please let me go. I'll put that thing on if you untie me."

But then the doorbell rang. I turned to the door and then back to my sister. Who could be here already? A moment later, Arcadia was standing over me. How could things get any worse? Now I was tied up and naked in front of the girl who got me beat up yesterday.

Arcadia looked down at me and giggled. "Hi, sweetie."

"Arcadia, I didn't want you to see me like this," I groaned.

"It's all right. Kathy told me you were all tied up, but I like you that way."

"Will you girls please let me go?" I begged.

Kathy grabbed my hair and I screamed as she pulled me up to my knees.

Arcadia moved in to take a closer look at me and said, "you're a cute little guy, aren't you? I love your suntan!"

"He really should have been born a girl," Kathy said, and I gasped as she grabbed my flaccid penis!

"Kathy, what are you doing?" I strained against the ropes, but that just made her angry, and she pulled on my cock. "Stop it! Please don't do that, " I begged.

Kathy let go, and Arcadia laughed so hard she could hardly talk. Finally she held the corset in front of me and asked, "is this yours, Al?"

Before I could answer, Kathy said, "of course it's his. I wouldn't wear anything like that."

"Then I'd like you to wear it when we go out," she told me.

"You want me to go out with you? But you had Craig beat me up."

"I made a mistake. I thought I wanted a big, strong guy. But now I've decided that I'd rather date a pathetic little wimp I can push around. You'll forgive me, won't you?" Naked and helpless on my knees, I could be very forgiving. "We can go out whenever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Now will you untie me? These ropes are starting to hurt."

The two girls looked at each other, and then Kathy untied my wrists. I rubbed my wrists, and then I struggled to undo the ropes on my ankles.

No sooner had I gotten free than Kathy ordered me up to my feet, and wrapped the corset around me. The two girls laced it up, and now it seemed like my whole body was in bondage.

"Kathy, I can't breathe," I gasped.

"Stop whining, you little wimp," she snarled. Then she planted her knee in my back, and pulled the laces even tighter. I felt the restrictive boning of the corset all around me. I gasped for air, and my legs got weak. The two girls had to hold me up until I got my breath. I could only take shallow breaths with this awful thing wrapped around me.

"Now put on your bra and panties," Kathy commanded me. She pointed at the sofa, where I saw a training bra, and even worse, a pair of pink panties.

"But that's not my underwear," I complained.

"It is now, sweetie. Sisters share their stuff, and I'm giving you some of my old underwear. See, I take care of my little sister," she said, and both girls giggled.

Reluctantly, I stepped into the panties, but after several failed attempts with the bra, Kathy grabbed me, and helped me into it none too gently.

"Al, you just look so adorable," Arcadia cooed. "I think we should go out just like that."

"I'd get arrested," I said. But I had the nagging feeling that whatever they made me wear over this stuff might not be much better.

"Now hurry up and get dressed," Kathy told me. "If you keep Arcadia waiting, she might get real mad at you."

"But what should I wear?"

"Anything you want," she yelled. "Now move it!" She smacked me on my pantied butt to send me on my way.

I hurried upstairs, but I could only get halfway before I had to rest. This horrible corset was strangling me. When I finally got upstairs, I thought about getting out of this awful underwear. But when I looked in my dresser, all my underwear was gone. Kathy had left me some frilly and lacy stuff that made me sick. So I picked out a blue sweatshirt which was baggy enough to hide my new girlish figure. Blue jeans and tennis shoes made me look like a boy again.

Once I was downstairs again, Kathy made me turn around and model my clothes. She tucked my hair under a baseball cap, and said, "not bad. "You might even fool people into thinking you're a real boy instead of a little sissy."

"Thanks sis, I love you, too," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm.

Kathy nearly turned purple, and shoved me toward the door. Then she took Arcadia aside and whispered something to her. I only saw Arcadia nod her head before she joined me and we left together.

Once we were safely outside, I asked her, "what did Kathy tell you in there?"

"You'll find out," she said. "It's such a nice day, let's go to the park."

That was an order, not a request, so we headed for the park, five blocks away. We were almost there when Arcadia asked, "it's awfully warm for you to be wearing a sweatshirt. Don't you think you'd be more comfortable if you took it off?"

Underneath my sweatshirt was a bra, and a corset which was even less comfortable. "Please don't make me take my sweatshirt off," I begged. "Do you know what will happen to me if anyone sees me like this?"

She grinned, and the mischievous look in her eyes was not a good sign. But she just led me over to a picnic table.

"I'll be right back," she said. "I'll buy the soft drinks, since you forgot your purse."

"Thanks a lot," I said. Now I had a moment to think about my predicament in general, and Arcadia in particular. Did she hate me like Kathy, or did she just want to have fun teasing me? She was on her way back from the refreshment stand when a motorcycle drove right by her.

"Watch where you're going, you big idiot!" she shouted. "You could have hit me."

The biker parked near our table and said, "no harm, no foul, little girl."

Arcadia ran up to the big biker. Then, as I watched in amazement, that sweet angel-faced little girl looked up at him, and she spit on his black leather jacket. The look on the biker's face suggested that he didn't understand Arcadia either. For a moment he just stroked his straggly beard as he stared at the spit on his jacket. Arcadia must not have gotten the reaction she wanted, because she walked over to his motorcycle and kicked it over.

Now the expression on his face changed, and not for the better. He started toward Arcadia, who ran straight to me, with the biker in hot pursuit.

"You better leave me alone, you big jerk," she shouted at him. "My boyfriend will protect me!"

I could hardly move in the corset anyway, and now I was frozen like a deer caught in headlights, as the burly man closed in on me. He grabbed me by the shirt with one hand, and lifted me off the ground.

"I 3; I didn't do anything," I stammered. If he pulled my sweatshirt up any further, the corset would show. If I were lucky he might kill me first.

"Your girlfriend has a real bad attitude," he snarled.

"Yes, sir," I chirped, as my voice cracked. "I've been meaning to talk to her about that. If you let me go 3;"

But he yanked me off my feet and dragged me into a nearby public rest room.

"I didn't do anything," I pleaded. "She's the one who did it."

"Yeah, spitting on me and knocking my bike over was all her idea. And you weren't going to have a good laugh about it," he said, as he pulled me into a stall.

He knocked my baseball cap off, and my lovely curls spilled into my eyes. Then he slammed me up against the stall partition and held me there with his right hand on my throat. "I think punks like you need to have more respect for other people. You need to be more civilized, and mostly you need to learn some manners."

"Yes sir," I said. My knees shook, and tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to shake the hair out of my eyes, when he hit me in the belly. He yelled and let go of me, as I doubled over on the floor. I clutched my stomach against the dull throbbing pain, and tried to get my wind back. After an eternity, I looked up at him through a veil of hair.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he yelled, rubbing his left hand. Then he grabbed my sweatshirt, and pulled it all over my head in a single motion. I tried to pull my shirt back, but he threw it out of the stall. All I could do was hold my stomach, as I knelt on the floor, my bra and corset exposed.

"Let's see what else you got under there, you little freak," he said, and grabbed for my belt.

"No!" I cried, and tried to push him away.

He twisted a handful of hair, wrenched my head back, and then pulled me to my feet. I squirmed and struggled as he pulled my hair. As I grabbed for his arm, he hit me on the side of the face. The punch landed flush on my cheek, and I went down in a heap. I was dazed and helpless as he stripped me of my shoes and pants. Then, as I lay on the floor semiconscious, I heard him slam the toilet seat and start relieving himself.

Slowly I came to my senses, and I sat up, holding my head. "Please, no more," I pleaded. "I didn't do anything. And I'll never do it again."

"You're damn right you won't," he said, as he twisted my arms behind my back and made me kneel over the toilet.

He made me look down at the bright yellow fluid, and it stank something awful.

"Oh, God, no!" I begged, tears running down my face.

He held my wrists together with one hand, and took hold of my hair with his other. The stench of urine made me gasp and cough as he yanked my head back, and then plunged my face into the toilet. I shut my eyes, but the piss got in my mouth and nose. He held me under until I thought I would pass out, and then he finally let me come up for air. I sputtered and felt like I was ready to vomit as he held me there, my face barely two inches [5cm] from the surface of the piss.

"Now listen to me, you little bastard! I'm going to get rid of your clothes, and I'll be right back. You're going to stay right here with your face in the toilet, you got that? Because when I get back, if your face isn't sitting in that piss, I'm gonna drown you in it. Understand me?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered, nodding my head just above the piss.

He slammed the toilet seat down on me, and I heard him pick up my clothes and leave.

So I waited, wrinkling my nose from the stench, and afraid to move. Minutes went by, and he still hadn't come back. Did he drive off? I couldn't hear too well with my head in the toilet. Should I get out and make a run for it? In my corset?

Chapter 4
The Girl Next Door

It took me a few minutes to clean myself up as best I could, and then I sank to my knees. Even if the biker was gone, I couldn't walk home dressed like this. But I couldn't stay here because the biker might come back. Finally I peeked outside to see if the coast was clear.

I was relieved to see Arcadia sitting on a park bench.

She waved to me, and got up. "I saw that biker guy leave with your clothes, so I went home to bring you something to wear. Just on the off chance you were still alive."

I heaved a sigh of relief. I was all beat up, but at least I could go home. She handed a piece of clothing through the crack of the door to me. I unfolded it, and was horrified to find it was a pink spring dress.

"Don't you have any sweaters or jeans?"

"Well, I never," she huffed. "Talk about gratitude. It was the first thing I grabbed from my closet, but if you don't want it, I'll take it away."

Beggars can't be choosers, right? "No! I'll wear it," I said, and quickly stepped into the pretty dress. She giggled when I stepped outside.

"You better walk on the other side of me so you'll be upwind. No offense, Al, but you smell something awful."

I looked around. Would anyone recognize what I was in this dress? The dress was wet, and I could see the corset through it. Turns out I didn't need to worry. In Los Angeles no one walked anywhere this time of afternoon. Thank Heaven for the automobile culture. So we didn't meet anyone on the way, and somehow I dragged my aching body home, with Arcadia teasing me the whole way.

Kathy met me at the door. "Love your new dress, little faggot. Looks like you've had all the sarcasm beaten out of you."

Before I could say anything Ron took one look at me, laughed, and said, "you look like you've ridden hard and put away wet."

Kathy went to take a better look at my swollen face and drew back. "Yeah, tell us all the gory details. After you take a bath."

The next day, I woke up to find a pair of stockings on my dresser. I wasn't in any shape for a fight, so I put them on and went down to have breakfast with my brother and sister.

"You look darling in those stockings with that cute floral pattern, Kathy said. "Arcadia and I are going to the video arcade today, and we'd like you to come along."

"I'm not going outside dressed like a girl," I said. My face was all bruised and swollen and my stomach still hurt. I'd taken enough from her, and I was going to stand my ground this time.

"Sweetie, you can wear your regular clothes over my underwear, but you ARE coming with us!"

"Al, you'd better go with her," Ron said. "And no one will know what you're wearing."

"All right," I groaned. I didn't want to have any part of Arcadia or Kathy, but now I had to go out again.

We met Arcadia at her house, and she expressed displeasure with my clothes.

"Really, Al. A sweater and jeans. Don't you have any prettier clothes than that?"

"I'm wearing my pretty clothes underneath," I groaned.

So we all walked to the arcade. I didn't have any money, so I just hung out watching other kids play games, while the two girls spent their time checking out the boys. Finally, they dragged me over to a picture booth.

"Come on, we're all getting our picture taken together," Kathy said.

But after we stepped behind the curtain, Arcadia held my arms, and Kathy pulled my pants down. I struggled against the girls in vain, as Kathy ripped the velcro snaps on my shoes open, and pulled my shoes and pants off.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. "There's lots of kids here."

"Bend over," she ordered me.

"Why? Haven't you taken enough pictures of me?"

"We're not here to take your picture," Arcadia cooed.

"Here's one of Sandra's toys that she didn't tell you about," Kathy said, holding up a flesh-colored, tapered rubber wedge. "I'm going to shove this up your ass."

My heart was pounding as I stared at that ugly thing. "I won't do it! There's no way you can make me do it!"

"Suit yourself," Kathy said. "We'll be on our way now. You can explain to all the other boys here why you're dressed like that."

My mouth dropped open. I was trapped in an arcade wearing girl's underwear.

"See, I'm afraid your disguise has been penetrated," Kathy said, and threw the curtain open.

"And that's not the only thing that's going to be penetrated today," Arcadia said, giggling.

"No, wait," I whispered as loud as I could without attracting attention. "I'll do it," I said, and pulled the curtain shut.

As the two girls snickered, I had to get down on my knees and offer my butt in the air for their pleasure. I felt Kathy squirt some lubricant onto me, and then start working the plug into me as I gritted my teeth.

"Relax, sweetie," she said. "You're making this hurt more than it should. If you want to be a real girl, you're going to have to get used to wearing a butt plug."

"Oooh," I moaned, squirming as the plug forced its way further inside me. Tears of shame rolled down my cheeks as she shoved it all the way in. Finally my sphincter muscles closed around it.

"Now wipe those tears away, sweetie," Kathy jeered at me. "There's a whole world out there waiting to see you!"

At least they let me dress and compose myself for a minute before I had to face that world. They pulled the curtain open, and I stepped outside, the butt plug making me walk stiff- legged as it forced me forward. I looked around in fear, sure that everyone could tell what had happened to me. But even though the girls couldn't keep straight faces, no one else paid attention to a young boy with red eyes hobbling out of the arcade.

That night, I just wanted to go to bed, but Kathy had other ideas.

"I have a date with Craig tonight, and he'll be over soon."

"I thought you broke up with Craig," I said.

"I did, but we've made up. See, he got all upset because I didn't make you suck his cock. In all fairness, I tried to be nice to you, but I didn't want to lose a boyfriend over it. You can understand that, can't you?"

"I guess so, but what does this have to do with me?"

"Well, after we broke up, the first thing he did was go out with Arcadia. I couldn't very well have him going out with my new best friend, what with all the tension that would cause. So we agreed to make up. That's where you come in."

"Where I come in?" I didn't like the sound of that.

"See, this whole problem started when you didn't give him a blow job. He was just so disappointed. Now to set things right, you're going to be very accomodating tonight."

"Wait a minute 3;"

"On your knees, little sissy. Craig will be here any minute, and I want to make sure you're tied up nice and tight."

I groaned and knelt before my sister. She quickly wrapped a few loops of rope around my wrists, and cinched them tight. Then she expertly bound my ankles, cross-legged, forcing my knees wide apart. She bound my ankles to my wrists, and I couldn't move an inch.

"Kathy, everything hurts. It's too tight," I pleaded.

Then the doorbell rang. "Just in time! Here, maybe sucking on this will take your mind off everything else," she said, nudging a penis gag between my teeth. She tied it around my head, and giggled. "Go on, you need the practice," she called to me as she strolled out the door.

I had to wait there on the floor thinking about my fate, bound and gagged, until I heard them coming up the stairs. But they had let me go once before. Maybe I could talk them out of it. Once I got the gag out of my mouth, anyway. Maybe Kathy just wanted to take some more pictures of me, and she just wanted to scare me. Tied up like this, I'd be happy to pose for them now. A moment later, Craig and my sister stood over me.

"You don't need to suck on that fake cock any more, faggot," he said. "It's time for the real thing." And as I watched, he dropped his pants, and then his underwear. Kathy pulled me up to my knees, and made me kneel in front of him. Even as Craig untied my gag, his cock grew until it pointed straight at my face.

"Guess what, sissy?" Kathy said. "I convinced Ron that this would be such a special moment in your life, that he bought this camcorder so we can videotape it! Now smile for the camera!"

"You 3; you're going to tape me doing this?" I cried in disbelief.

"And that's not all. This camcorder has a little color screen, so we can play it back right here, and watch it all over again."

"Yeah," Craig said. "That way we can see if we didn't get it right, we can do it over again."

"No 3;" I moaned.

"The camera's rolling, little sissy, so start licking that cock," she said.

"No, please turn it off," I begged.

Then Kathy grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head. "I'm going to explain this to you once, you little faggot. Craig introduced me to the neighborhood kids who hang out at the mall. Unless you behave yourself right now, I'm going to take this tape down to the mall and show all those kids what you are," she said.

"And then I'll take you down to the mall myself," Craig said, "and I'll personally introduce you to my friends."

Kathy turned my head back, and now all I could see was the erect cock in my face.

"All right, I'll do it," I sniffled, trying not to cry. I licked the tip of his cock, and then took more of it in my mouth. Slowly I worked it in and out, my tongue sliding up and down the shaft. Craig moaned, and his cock grew even larger in my mouth. He grabbed my hair, and started thrusting in and out, slamming my chin against his balls.

And then he started spurting cum into my mouth. The salty taste filled my mouth, and the realization of what it was made me queasy. I caught a lot of it, but he pulled all the way out, and the gooey stuff leaked and dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. He pushed me away, and stood over me, leaving me to look at the cum on his cock. Helpless even to wipe my face, I burst into tears.

"Good job, sweetie," Kathy said. "Those tears are precious. Now turn to face the camera, and cry like a baby."

Craig helped me by twisting my face around to see that Kathy had moved in for a closeup.

"Please let me go," I cried, with tears streaming down my face. "I want to wash my face."

"Let's see you struggle," she said. "Put on a good show, and I'll let you clean yourself up."

"See you around, faggot," Craig said. "We'll have to do this again some time."

But even after Craig left, Kathy kept videotaping me as I sniffled. I tried to struggle against my bonds, but I didn't have the strength any more. Finally she turned off the camera.

"In the future you'll have to do a lot better, faggot. Do you feel like a girl now?"

I just sobbed and finally blurted out, "No!"

"I'm not surprised. Sucking a cock doesn't make you a girl. Real girls like me don't suck cock. You're not a girl, little faggot, you're just a human toilet. To be a girl, you'll have to have a boy fuck you, and I can arrange that, too!"

"Please don't," I sobbed. "I'll do anything you want."

That night she chained me spreadeagled to my bed, with cum smeared all over my face. "Why do I have to stay tied up at night?" I asked.

"So you won't be tempted to play with that sorry little cock of yours. Would you rather I cut it off, and then we won't have to worry about it?"

I gasped, and shook my head. Maybe being tied up wasn't so bad. But no matter what I did, I couldn't get the Craig's taste out of my mouth.

The next morning, Kathy finally let me out of bed. After I had fixed myself up, she accosted me in my bedroom. "Now you're going to be a slave girl, and I'm going to be your mistress. Isn't that right, little faggot?"

I just nodded my head.

"This is what it means to be my slave," Kathy said, "and you'd better get used to it." She took her bracelet off and tossed it at my feet. "Now pick it up," she ordered me.

I was fuming, but I picked it up.

Then she held out her hand. "Now put it back on my wrist, faggot."

I swallowed, and gently eased the bracelet onto her wrist.

But immediately she took it off, and threw it at my feet. "Now do it again. Only this time, while you're down there, kiss my feet!"

I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I knelt and kissed her black vinyl boots.

"You call that a kiss? I couldn't even feel it. Do it again like you mean it!"

I planted a big kiss on each of her boots. Then I took the bracelet and placed it around her wrist again.

"Very good, little slave. Now I've got a pair of bracelets for you to try on." She shoved a pair of handcuffs in my face.

I took the handcuffs and stared at them, as she turned her back on me to pick up a long wooden paddle.

"You need to be more cooperative," she said. "I hate having to tell you everything twice."

I was so sick of her ordering me around. And now she was so sure of herself that she was going to make me handcuff myself. She even turned her back on me. But she shouldn't have done that.

I snuck up behind her, and snapped a cuff on one of her wrists.

"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled, trying to turn to face me.

But I was too quick for her. I had taken her by surprise, and grabbed her other wrist. She was thrown off balance, and I pulled her wrists together and manacled them.

"Are you crazy?" she shouted. "I'll get you for this!"

"You've already gotten me enough," I said, stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth. "And I'm tired of taking orders from you." I shoved her onto the bed.

She screamed into the handkerchief, but only muffled sounds came out.

"Let's take a look at this paddle of yours," I said. "I'll bet it hurts." Then I lifted her skirt, revealing her panties.

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