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Subject: REPOST: ASV02 The Family That Flays Together Stays Together

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At the end of Part 1, Al had been tied up by his sister, and was at her mercy. Al is now bound and helpless, while Kathy's obnoxious boyfriend stands over him, his erect cock in Al's face.

"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...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...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..." 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-" I screamed. "You can't-"
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 a lot 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-" 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."

STAY TUNED: Al is about to learn more than he ever wanted to know about girls in Chapter 3: Bathing Beauty

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