Headmistress' Favorite Sport

Chapter 1

When Susanna lost her second job only two days after losing her first; she had no choice but to accept her sister's kind invitation. Susanna had been loath to do so because of two things. Firstly there was pride. Although she had accepted Rachel's offer of help with paying for the children's school, she had taken pride in the fact that she could take care of her family even after her husband, Tom, ran of. Secondly there was the fact that she didn't really like her sister all that much. Although she couldn't put a finger on it, she distrusted her sister's generosity. There had to be a catch.

But there seemed to be nothing. Susanna and her children were welcomed by Rachel, who had assigned each a room. The twins were of course delighted that they should live with their aunt, but Dennis looked even more depressed than usual. The first few days were actually a nice reprieve from all the hardship they had been through. The kids could concentrate on school while Susanna tried to find a new job. Rachel actually helped her quite a bit, but times were hard and there was nothing to come by. While Susanna tried to get a job, Dennis' struggles at school became worse. He was now so far behind, his grades so bad, that he was on the verge of being kicked out only two months before the summer vacation.

Susanna was sitting one morning talking about this with Rachel. The kids were at school and Rachel had convinced Susanna to take a day off from the job search and just relax. And she was relaxing. Her relationship with her sister seemed warmer than it had ever been as they sat in the sofa sipping coffee. Susanna did most of the talking while Rachel sat nodding sympathetically. As Susanna talked Rachel moved gradually closer until she sat right next to Susanna. She began massaging Susanna's neck softly and gently. Susanna stopped talking and looked at her sister wonderingly. What was she doing? It wasn't normal for sisters to be so intimate with each other. Just as she opened her mouth to object, Rachel pounced. She grabbed Susanna's neck and held her head firmly as she kissed her sister deeply, her tongue exploring her older sister's mouth in detail. Susanna recoiled with a small scream: "What are you doing?" she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she stood up and backed away. Rachel also stood up and as she advanced on her Susanna noticed how much in control she seemed. Rachel was dressed in her usual fine, white silk shirt and wore a narrow, navy skirt ending just above the knee. She wore navy high-heeled shoes, with four-inch stilettos. As she advanced on Susanna she brandished a Taser as she spoke calmly to her victim: "I've dreamt about fucking you for a long time, about turning you into my bitch. Now I'm doing it." Susanna saw the Taser and tried to slip past Rachel but she was too slow. Rachel pushed the Taser into the soft flesh of Susanna's belly and pushed the button. Susanna screamed and twitched before collapsing on the floor.

Susanna as not quite unconscious as Rachel undressed her, cutting away her worn-out jeans and ripping her old T-shirt and she could feel Rachel groping her breasts before cuffing her hands together behind her back and cuffing her feet together. Then, with surprising ease, she flung Susanna over her shoulder and carried her to the elevator. Rachel's house had three stories above ground and Susanna thought that it had one basement level. This proved to be wrong as Rachel produced a special key and inserted it into the control panel in the elevator and turned it. After a short ride the elevator doors opened to a secret basement level. Here Rachel carried Susanna through one of many doors to what could only be described as a dungeon. Susanna was gaining more and more control over her body, but she was still unable to stop Rachel from securing her spread eagle to a rubber-padded cross, or more correctly a rubber-padded X. Straps soon held her at the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. The X was in an upright position, so it looked a little like Susanna was standing up.

As Susanna started to object Rachel slapped her face hard: "Shut up, you useless piece of shit!" she shouted, "You are nothing but a slave, so you had better start behaving like one." Before Susanna could recover from the shock Rachel turned on her heel and left the room. Susanna tried to get loose but it was hopeless and she began to get very afraid. Was her own sister really going to beat her and rape her? Surely this had to be joke. It just couldn't be true.

But when Rachel returned Susanna realized that it probably was. Rachel had changed into something more appropriate. She wore black, knee-high boots laced up the front. The boots had six-inch stilettos with shiny metal tips. Other than that all she wore was a black, leather corset and black, rubber opera gloves. The corset didn't really constrict her waist, it just accentuated her figure and ended just below her breasts, which Susanna couldn't help but think were perfect. In her right hand she held a riding crop. Her long, jet-black hair was gathered in a tight bun at the back of her head making her look very severe and sexy.

Susanna was too stunned to speak and instead Rachel started informing her about what was going to happen: "Susanna, you useless slut, I'm going to turn you into my little fucktoy. I've always known that you were a useless little shit, only suited for dominating and fucking. Now I'm going to act on it. Over the next weeks and months I'm going to turn you into a completely compliant little slave-slut and I promise that you are going to love your new life. Eventually. While I deal with you, the twins are going to take care of that useless little son of yours. We have it from a reliable source that he is going to be kicked out of school today. Once this happens no one is going to miss him and the twins can effectuate their evil little plan. They are going to feminize him and turn him into a sissy-slave. God knows he doesn't deserve any better."

At the mention of her son Susanna began to object again. This time her objections were met with a severe whipping from Rachel, who didn't stop until Susanna was screaming and crying, begging her to stop. "Never speak unless ordered to, slave." Rachel told her sister. Then she stepped closer and grabbed Susanna's hair, drew her close and kissed deeply and passionately. Susanna tried to draw away but Rachel held her too tight. Rachel dropped the riding crop she had held in the other hand and assaulted Susanna's pussy. It had been years since Susanna had had a lover and Rachel knew all the tricks. In seconds Susanna found herself responding against her will. Her juices began to flow and suddenly she found herself responding to the kisses. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it. Her sister was too strong, too knowledgeable and soon Susanna felt a fantastic orgasm approaching. She forgot all her objections as she screamed and thrashed as the orgasm ripped through her. But Rachel didn't let her rest. She kept up her manipulation of Susanna's cunt and clit and within minutes Susanna came again. And again. And again. When Rachel finally withdrew Susanna hung limply on the cross, covered in sweat and panting with the exertion. "See slut, you are a little nymphomaniac." Rachel gently told her sister: "Give in and accept your slave state now and save yourself a lot of pain." Susanna cried while she shook her head. "Very well," Rachel replied, "have it your way."

Rachel fetched two dildos. While Susanna watched wide-eyed, she lubed both up. The largest she pushed up Susanna's already sopping wet cunt, making Susanna squirm with delight. While she was still concentrating on the pleasure the dildo in her cunt provided, Rachel shoved the other up her ass. She had never had anything up her ass before Rachel had caught her off guard as she had concentrated on the sensations from her pussy. The intruder in her ass was most unwelcome, but Rachel held both her dildos in place while she secured them properly. Before she had inserted either of the dildos, Rachel had tied a belt around Susanna's waist. From the back of this belt hung a strap. This strap Rachel now pulled through Susanna's legs and secured it to the front of the belt as she tightened it, making sure that it held both dildos. There was no way Susanna was getting rid of her two intruders without help.

Rachel stepped back and regarded her handiwork. "I'll leave you with these two running so that you can realize for yourself just what a hopeless little slut you are. Enjoy." With that Rachel left the dungeon, but before she left she activated the two dildos via remote control. Even though Susanna hated the dildo in her ass, she found that its effect when combined with that of the other dildo drove her into a frenzy of sexual delight. She came like a cannon again and again, writhing and thrashing with ecstasy. She lost track of time as she unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure between her legs.

At school the twins were ecstatic with delight. Dennis had been kicked out of school because of his dismal performance. The twins had known for two days that it would happen today. One of their lovers was Miss Robinson, the school's secretary. Miss Robinson was a forty-six year old spinster. Not only had she proven herself to be a lesbian, she had also turned out to be more than a little submissive. A year ago the twins, whom nothing got past undetected, had noticed the way she looked at some of the prettier girls at school. Seemingly no one else noticed, but the twins thought that it looked like conclusive evidence: Miss Robinson was probably a repressed lesbian. Miss Robinson was actually quite pretty, even if she looked a little severe and a little old-fashioned, and the twins thought it would be a great idea to have someone on the inside. One night when the twins knew that Miss Robinson would be working late they made up a pretext to visit the office. Finding Miss Robinson alone they struck up a conversation with her. Miss Robinson had been just about to call it a night when Joanna and Jocelyn came and she was glad to drop her work to have a chat. They were very nice girls, very friendly and the twins had been absolutely right about her sexual orientation. Once this became quite clear the girls made their move: Joanna leaned in close and kissed Miss Robinson on the mouth. Miss Robinson was taken completely by surprise and before she could object, the twins switched places and Jocelyn now kissed her. Only Jocelyn really leaned into it and kissed Miss Robinson deeply, exploring her mouth with her tongue. After a second or two Miss Robinson finally managed to regain her composure and draw away. "Girls, " she said in an out of breath voice, "you have the wrong idea. I'm not a lesbian and besides its wrong for an employee of the school to be ... kissing the students." Miss Robinson actually managed too sound dignified and reasoned as she said it, but all her reason and composure was for nothing. The twins had her number. The looked at each other and giggled. Then they turned to Miss Robinson and spoke: "Really?" Jocelyn asked. "I think that you are lying, Miss Robinson." Joanna continued. "We think you love it, " they said in unison. "We think you want more." As they spoke they advanced on the sitting Miss Robinson, approaching her from both sides. Miss Robinson wanted to object, but the words stuck in her mouth as Jocelyn gently put her hand on Miss Robinson's right breast and began to massage it. She became completely breathless as Joanna put her hands on the inside of her thigh at the same time as she began kissing her again, only this time more passionately. Miss Robinson had only weak and garbled protests as the twins quickly, but gently undressed her and laid her down on the carpeted floor. Here they made passionate love to her, their hands and mouths finding her every erogenous zone, making her cum again and again until she was nothing but a panting and screaming wreck, lying on the floor covered in sweat. Having sex with another woman for the first time in her life had a dream come through, but being ravished by two gorgeous girls at the same time was something out of her sexual fantasies.

Without stopping to explain the twins kissed her goodnight and left, leaving her a note. Miss Robinson was unable to even dress herself for the first ten minutes, but eventually she gained some measure of composure and got around to reading the note. It simply said: "Tomorrow at your place, 6 PM. Wear something sexy." The note made her shiver all over again. They would be coming back? She couldn't believe her luck. She scurried home and slept uneasily, her dreams haunted by the twins. When she woke up, she found that she was extremely horny, her inner thighs almost dripping. It was as if the twins had awoken her long dormant sexual desire again. But it had returned a monster.

The whole next day Miss Robinson spent in a state of sexual tension. She fumbled everything that day, stammered every sentence. She didn't see the twins during the day and as it was time to go home a terrible thought struck her: what if they weren't coming? What if they were just playing with her? She couldn't bear the thought and she was almost crying when she got home. Once home she pulled herself together. She picked out her nicest dress, a nice, simple satin dress with spaghetti straps. The dress was red and so were her shoes, pretty pumps with modest three inch-heels. They were her only shoes with something like a high heel. Neither the dress nor the shoes had been worn outside her house. They had been bought one day when she had felt the need to spoil herself.

She settled in to wait, mentally preparing herself for a disappointment. As it turned out she needn't have bothered. At precisely six PM the doorbell rang and with her heart pounding Miss Robinson ran to open the door. At the door were the twins, just as promised. Miss Robinson felt a surge of heat, starting in her crotch, spreading throughout her whole body as she saw them. They were dressed extremely sexily, thought Miss Robinson. Jocelyn wore black boots, ankle high with six-inch stilettos, white leather pants that left nothing to imagination, a black leather top and a small, white leather jacket. Her raven hair was gathered in a ponytail and she looked absolutely stunning. Joanna wore the same thing, but with the colors somewhat reversed: black boots, black pants, white top and a black jacket. Between them they carried a large duffel bag. As Miss Robinson opened the door, the twins looked her over knowingly. "Well, well." Jocelyn remarked, "Aren't we the sexy one? Very femme." Joanna nodded approvingly as they let themselves in. Miss Robinson had lost her capacity for speech when she had seen the twins looking her over like some sex object. For years she had longed for someone to look at her in that way, and now that it happened she was lost for words.

Not that she needed any. After the twins had closed the door behind them and set down their bag, they embraced Miss Robinson in a three-way embrace. After kissing her gently Joanna spoke: "Helen" she said, speaking Miss Robinson's first name, "We think you are about ready to start a new life." Jocelyn took over: "We think that the whole repressed lesbian bit is getting tired. It never suited you so we are going to throw it aside." Helen was getting so excited that she could hardly think as Joanna continued: "We think that the part you are really cut out for is that of a sex object. A sex slave, if you will. Jocelyn, shall we start?" Helen's heart almost stopped. Surely she couldn't have heard her right? She hadn't really said "slave", had she? Only in her deepest, darkest fantasies would Helen Robinson admit to having a submissive side, but the twins had apparently spotted it right away.

There was no more time to think. The twins once again began seducing her and within a couple of minutes Helen was on her bed screaming with ecstasy. When she had come down from her orgasms, the twins were standing at the bedside. They were holding some strange items. Jocelyn held what looked like a big, red leather pouch and Joanna held a collection of straps and what looked like a big, red rubber ball on a strap. "Time to go the whole nine yards, you useless cunt." Jocelyn said as they pounced. Not only were they quick, they were strong and soon Helen was tied up. The pouch proved to be an armbinder holding Helen's arms behind her, its straps criss-crossing her chest. The ball was a ball-gag filling her mouth completely, wrenching her jaws apart and the straps had been used to hold her legs tied, calf to thigh. As a finishing touch the twins put a new pair of shoes on Helen, a pair of white stilettos with five-inch heels, equipped with locking ankle straps. As Helen sat helplessly whining on the bed Joanna grabbed her hair and spat into her face: "You are a useless little whore, a slut who needs to learn her place. Fucking cunt! But not to worry, slave. You'll learn." With that the twins picked up riding crops and started Helen Robinson's education.

When they left Helen she was their property. Whatever doubt there had been at the beginning of the evening had been erased. While hammering her state as a lowly slave into her head, they had whipped her mercilessly. Her whole body was covered in red welts; her hands and face the only place they had left free. She had been forced to lick their pussies and asses all night long and they had finished by strapping on giant dildos and fucking her absolutely senseless. Because no matter how hard she had tried to deny it, Helen Robinson had loved it. Every minute of it.

Since that night she had belonged to the twins, obeying their every command. Every day she went to school with a hairless body, Ben-wa balls lodged in her pussy and a big, fat butt plug up her ass. She wore rubber panties so her juices wouldn't spill down her legs, because all though she had been commanded to go to the toilet and masturbate three times a day, she was not allowed to cum. Only the twins were allowed to make her cum and they rarely did. Her home had been changed in profound ways, even if these were not immediately obvious to the casual observer. All the rooms above ground, except for the kitchen were now unused, but always kept neat and clean, like a museum of her former life. Helen now lived in the basement. When the twins weren't there to dominate her, which they rarely were, she was ordered to watch endless porno movies, all of them with S&M content. When it was time to go to bed Helen carefully backed into her cage, which stood in the center of the floor. Mounted in the back were two dildos, which she had to impale herself on before shutting the door. On the inside of the door was a short little dildo, which Helen had to gag herself with, thus effectively insuring that she could only stay in one position. The cage was on a time lock and in the morning the cage opened and let her out to new day of slavery.

She had a primitive shower with only cold water since a worthless slave-slut like her wasn't good enough for hot water and she went to the toilet squatting over the drain in the basement floor. All her food, always the same vegetable stew, was consumed from a doggy bowl on the floor. Over a long period of time the twin had changed her outward appearance. She now wore much more revealing clothes, but the most significant difference was her shoes. Helen now never wore anything with less than five inches of stiletto heel. Even at home she was never bare-footed. When she came home she immediately changed into seven-inch stilettos and her dog collar. She wore nothing else unless commanded to.

All though she had cut off what little social life she had had and now lived like a slave in her own home, Helen Robinson was happy. Every night lying plugged and gagged and so horny that she thought she might burst, Helen Robinson thanked the twins before falling into steamy dreams. She loved the twins absolutely and she loved what they had done to her.

And so it was that the twins knew everything that went on at the school, including that Dennis would be expelled for his dismal academic record. They knew that their aunt would pounce on their mother that day and they planned to do the same thing to their brother. Everything was in place. When Dennis came home from school that afternoon he would cease to exist. Instead a new person would occupy his old room. The new person's name was of course Denise. The twins readily admitted that the name was dreadfully unoriginal, but they insisted on it because it fit the little wimp so perfectly. As far as the twins were concerned their brother Dennis had been born to be turned into Denise.

Dennis was terribly depressed as he walked home. What would he do now? He really had no idea what would happen, except that his sisters would probably ridicule him forever over this. Aunt Rachel would probably be polite about it, thereby making it even worse. The only one he could count on for comfort and support would be his mother. Mom would make it all right.

But as he walked into the living room he found neither his mom nor Aunt Rachel. Instead he found his sisters sitting on the couch with big old smirks on their faces, like they knew what had happened. That was strange in itself, but what really stuck out was their clothing. Joanna and Jocelyn were dressed as he had never seen them before. They both wore ultra short, black leather dresses, with more than enough cleavage. The dresses had large cutouts in the back, leaving plenty of skin out in the open. The sisters wore black stilettos with six-inch heels. In the room was also Aunt Rachel's husband, Tony. Dennis had always found him to be a rather ominous figure, a huge black man with a face that was usually totally impassive. What Dennis didn't know was that Tony was hardly a gold digger who had married Rachel for her money. Tony had made his own fortune before he and Rachel met and fell in love. They were both deeply perverted and the match was perfect.

Tony had also slept with the twins and they were in his humble opinion the most perverted people he had ever met. He was full of admiration for them and like Rachel he wondered at what they would become. For now he had to admire the tandem plans for the enslavement of Susanna and her son. He agreed completely with the twins: Dennis was already a little sissy-boy. It was only right to take him all the way.

Meanwhile Dennis had recovered his wits, such as they were, and asked the twins: "What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?" The twins giggled and Joanna answered him: "We know that you've been kicked out of school for being too stupid." Dennis started to object: "But they promised no one would know until tomorrow." Jocelyn smirked: "Never mind that, you useless little sissy, you have bigger worries than that." Dennis was taken aback. There had never exactly been warm feelings between him and his sisters, but this was way beyond what they had ever said before. He didn't have a chance to reply as both sisters got up and closed in on him. "You are in for a surprise, you little shit." Dennis started to call out for his mom as he felt Tony grabbing his arms from behind. Both the twins and Tony laughed heartily at this. Without further small-talk Tony carried Dennis to the elevator as the twins led the way. Dennis fought all the way but it was useless as Tony held him in a vice grip. He was going nowhere. In the elevator he, like his mother, found out that the house had another level. With the sisters leading the way he was carried into dungeon. Here no words were wasted as Tony cuffed his hands above his head. The cuffs hung from a chain and as Tony raised the chain further, Dennis' feet left the ground. The pain in his wrists was terrible and he began to cry for help. This ended as Jocelyn jammed a huge red ball-gag into his mouth and secured its strap behind his head. Meanwhile Joanna and Tony had grabbed his ankles and tied them wide apart with rubber straps. Dennis now hung about a foot off the floor with his legs spread wide apart, gagged and completely uncomprehending as to what was happening. As he tried to understand the twins stood before him. Jocelyn began: "Dennis as we told you, you are in for a surprise. We have decided that we are not happy with the way you are." Joanna took over: "So we are going to change you. We are going to feminize you and turn you into a little shemale. It'll be great: you'll get to wear pretty clothes, high heels and make-up. And best of all: you'll suck dick and be fucked up you tight little ass all day long!" Joanna sounded genuinely pleased as Jocelyn took over: "Of course after a while you little ass won't tight at all." All three laughed at this and Jocelyn continued: "But first we'll have to prepare you a little. We'll make sure that you never have any body or facial hair again – ever. Then we'll clean you out so that you can start your new life clean."

Dennis understood nothing. This couldn't be happening! He tried to scream and thrash, but to no avail. He was helpless as the twins taped his eyes shut and hid his longish hair under a bathing cap. Then they taped his eyebrows over before they began lathering him up with the most disgusting goo he had ever smelled. It felt clammy and cold against his skin and after only a few seconds it began to burn. He cried and screamed but heard only derisive laughter. After fifteen minutes or so he felt an ice-cold spray of water hitting him. When all of the goo had been sprayed off he was shivering with cold. Although he didn't know it for sure, he would never grow a single hair on either his face or body again.

Before he had time to recover he felt someone trying to spread his ass cheeks and begin to apply something that felt Vaseline to his sphincter. His struggles intensified as he felt something pressing against his ring, trying to get into his ass. As he clenched his ass as hard as he could he heard Joanna's voice: "Don't struggle, you little sissy-shit! You'll only make it worse for yourself." Dennis didn't think that things could get much worse, but he was soon proven wrong. A girl's hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them viciously, pulling them downward at the same time. He now heard Jocelyn's voice; "Never ever disobey us you worthless little slave shit!" With every word she pulled and squeezed and Dennis became completely panicky with pain and fear. When Jocelyn stopped Joanna said: "Are you going to be good little sissy-slut and take your enemas as you should?" In desperation Dennis nodded vigorously. He then felt the rubber tube slipping into his ass. Is was definitely uncomfortable, but not as much as when they inflated the balloon-like thing at its end. The balloon made sure that he couldn't expel the tube on his own.

Then the real discomfort began. He felt his bowels fill up with warm water until he thought that he would burst. When he could take no more, his gagged screaming having reached a high-pitched whining quality, they pumped some more into his belly. He could feel the skin of his belly distending. In this condition he hung for several long minutes before the balloon was deflated and a stream of watery shit exploded from his ass. It felt incredibly good to let go, but the good feeling didn't last. When the last shit had left his ass the tube was reinserted and the ordeal started all over again. After three more enemas he hung limply, crying hopelessly. He was shocked out of this when the icy water hit him again.

When the twins thought that he was clean enough, they toweled him dry with a nice warm and fluffy towel. The tape over his eyes and eyebrows was removed, as was his bathing cap. He saw that the twin had donned rubber gloves and were standing in front of him. Jocelyn had mischievous smile on her face as she gently stroked his thigh: "Well little sister; wasn't that nice? There are definite advantages to being a slave too, Denise. One is that your real purpose in life is sex." Joanna quipped in: "And you've had precious little of that, isn't that right you slut?" Dennis no idea what was expected of him. It turned out nothing was expected of him as things got a lot stranger.

Joanna lubed up her fingers on one hand and pried a single digit up his ass. He tried to squirm away but achieved nothing. In fact the gentle probing was quite nice as Joanna used her other hand to gently stroke his body. Jocelyn joined in the stroking. Soon Dennis was feeling surprisingly nice and it only got better when Jocelyn used her free hand to gently stroke his member to life. At first he was able fight it. It was wrong. Perverse and wrong! But it was also very, very nice and soon his cock was fully erect, his whole body moving with the rhythm. He exploded in a fantastic orgasm, his jism spraying out over the floor. The sister giggled to each other as they came around to stand in front of him. Here they embraced and kissed each other passionately, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Finally they broke it off and faced Dennis again. He told himself that he really shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he was. No matter how perverted he had thought his sisters were; they still had more surprises for him.

"Now Denise" Joanna said, "In a few months you are going to begin school again. A special school that specializes in making perfect little sissies." "Until then," Jocelyn said, "we are going to prepare you for your new school. Since you are a slave nothing is ever going to be easy for you, but the next few months are going to relatively easy." Joanna smiled wickedly before continuing: "All that's going to happen is that you are going to learn a little fashion sense, learn how to apply make-up, learn how to suck cock and take it up the ass. And of course your hormone therapy is going to get a notch up." Seeing Dennis' surprise Jocelyn mocked: "Oh, you didn't know? Well we've been feeding you hormones for the past two years. Now you're going to get the proper dosage. Enough to give you little girly tits." The twins laughed as Dennis fumed. So that was why he had never grown taller! The bitches had planned it all along. His rage almost made him forget his situation, but Jocelyn brought it home to him by taking a cattle prod and shocking him badly on his inner thigh. As he jerked and tried to scream Joanna said: "Don't forget what a useless little shit you are. We are in control, so always remember to obey the first time. It's just as humiliating but a lot less painful. Now let's get you dressed properly."

The first item was a pair of shoes. They were a pair of pretty pink stilettos with five-inch heels and ankle straps with cute little heart-shaped padlocks on them. They were at least one size too small, but that seemed to be part of the idea. Dennis had trouble keeping his balance in them as he was lowered to the ground, but his mind soon turned to other concerns. Not only did Jocelyn have a cattle prod, there was also Tony to consider so Dennis gave up the fight before it began and quietly allowed himself to be dressed. He was given no panties, only a very feminine nightie. It only reached just below mid-thigh and it was make of a fine, pink see-through material with pink furry edges. It was really an ultra-feminine garment. His hands were encased in a pair of mittens, where they were held as fists. The material looked like pink cotton, but once inside Dennis found that it was virtually impossible to even move his fingers. His hands were the cuffed in front of him, and around his waist a broad belt made of pink leather was secured, before his cuffed hands were secured to this. Then came a pink leather collar with matching leash and as a finishing touch his gag was replaced with a pink ball on a pink strap. Stumbling in his unfamiliar footwear the twins led him to a stool in front of a mirror. Here they cut his hair in a very pretty and very feminine fashion. It was made all the more easy because of his longish hair. Finally they applied make-up to his face. When they were done Dennis was stunned. If he had had breasts no one would have doubted that he was a girl. Well, there was the matter of his penis, which to his eternal shame was growing hard from looking at his pretty mirror image. "Well, well, well." Jocelyn said derisively, "It looks like the little bitch likes her own looks." In the background Tony's laughter boomed across the room. Dennis wanted to crawl into a hole with shame, but his erection still didn't go away. Finally the twins stood him up and walked him to the center of the room. "Now Denise, never forget that you are the lowest slave-slut on the planet. Everyone is better than you." Jocelyn said. "But that is no excuse not to perform at your very best," Joanna continued, "on the contrary it is all the more reason to try to prove that you may have some value. You will never succeed in proving this, but we demand that you always try." "And we begin now, Denise," Jocelyn told Dennis, "by learning how to walk properly." The twins then instructed Dennis in how to walk in high heels: always making sure that you had that sexy swaying in the hips, moving your ass in that "come fuck me"-way. It was very hard, but the girls made sure that "Denise" learned. One led him by the leash while the other punished the smallest transgressions by lifting up his pretty nightie and whipping his ass and the back of his thighs. Soon he was emitting little feminine screams behind his gag while tears rolled down his face, ruining his make-up. But eventually he got the hang of it, his skinny ass moving as invitingly as a seasoned call girl's. The girls drilled him for hours before they were satisfied: "Better." said Jocelyn when they stopped, "Now would Denise, the useless little sissy-bitch, like to see her mommy?" Dennis had wondered where his mother was, but in all the sissy training he had completely forgot about her. Now he began to fear that something bad had happened to her. Clearly the twins couldn't be alone in this. The twins didn't wait for his reply, but led him by his leash out of one dungeon and into the next.

In the next dungeon Dennis got the worst shock of his life. Bent over at the hips and strapped by her arms and legs to a padded table-like construction was his mother. She was wearing only a pair high heels, a collar and a huge ball-gag. She was covered in angry, red welt and her body glistened with sweat. Behind her was Aunt Rachel. She still wore high-heeled boots, a corset and gloves and in her pussy, strapped in place, was a giant double-ended dildo, which she used to fuck Dennis' mom. While she fucked her she struck her with a riding crop she held in her right hand. But what really threw Dennis off was the way his mother's head was thrown back in ecstasy. She writhed and squirmed, moaned and screamed, but it was clearly from pleasure, not pain. He stood completely stunned, unable to move from the shock, but the twins would have none of it. They dragged him until he stood only a few feet from Susanna's face. At first she didn't even notice him with her eyes closed in ecstasy, but suddenly she saw that someone was standing in front of her and her eyes widening in shock she recognized who it was. Her mind may have stopped, but her body was unable to. Even as she saw Dennis dressed as he was, she still was unable to hold back the extreme feelings of pleasure. She was rapidly turning into a complete nymphomaniac, loving her sister's every touch. She wanted to stop the fucking and help Dennis, but she was tied up, and even if she had been unbound her body would have kept her in the same position. She desperately needed to be fucked.

As Dennis stood there crying for his mom, Joanna whispered in his ear: "Isn't she one hot slave-bitch? Aunt Rachel knew it from the start and now everything is falling into place." Jocelyn whispered in his other ear: "As you are turned into the sissy-slave you really want to be, Mom is being turned into Aunt Rachel's little slave-maid, her own little fuck-toy. It sure looks like she enjoys it, don't you think?" Dennis did think so, but would never have admitted it. The twins didn't seem to want an answer. Instead they started their own manipulation of him. This time Jocelyn had her fingers up his ass while Joanna gave him a hand-job. The result was the same. Like his mother he was unable to control his body and soon he jerked his hips, moaned and shot his load right into Susanna's face. Aunt Rachel laughed heartily with the others: "Apparently it's a bimbo thing. The pretty blondes can't control their lust." Whereas the twins and Aunt Rachel and Tony of course, had black hair, both Susanna and Dennis were blondes.

Neither Dennis nor Susanna could meet each other's eyes any longer and looked away. "Well, Auntie," said Joanna, "I think we need to continue the worthless bitch's training." Jocelyn finished: "Have fun. The cunt sure looks hot enough." Dennis' leash was jerked as the twins led him back into the other dungeon. For a few hours they continued his walking training, quickly taking his mind of what had just happened by again punishing the slightest transgressions. Once in a while they stopped his walking to give him more mind-blowing orgasms. Finally he could take no more and they led him to his room. Except it didn't look like his room anymore. The room had been completely redecorated. Everything had been painted pink: the walls, the ceiling, and the closets. The window now had pink curtains with white lace edges. His bed had been replaced by a white four-poster bed with pink sheets and covers and was now filled with fluffy pink pillows with lacy edges. His desk and the computer, which had stood on it, had been replaced by a make-up table with a large sectioned mirror. Everywhere he looked things were pink and girly and he had no doubt that the closet held not his old clothes, but loads feminine clothes and shoe. And of course he was right.

"Before we tuck you in for the night," Joanna said, "I think it's about time that you got something to eat." She removed his gag as Jocelyn pointed to a doggy bowl in the corner: "There is your dinner, you useless sissy-bitch." The bowl was filled with a nasty looking gruel, but as he got closer he saw that the nastiness didn't stop there: on top of the gruel was a whitish substance. Joanna smirked as she saw him notice: "Yes, my disgusting little sissy-slave, that's jism. Your own in fact. We scooped it off the floor." "We feel that a slave should always clean up after herself, Denise." Jocelyn quipped in, "And besides, it's good for you. Now eat up or else." Dennis saw no other option than to get on his knees, lean forward and eat the glop in the bowl. As his mouth reached the "food" Jocelyn held his head down, while Joanna injected the contents of a very large syringe in to his left ass cheek. Dennis yelped in surprise and pain, but after recovering he saw no other option than to begin eating. "In case you're wondering," Joanna said, "I think your dinner will go well with the hormones we just injected you with. Eat all the food or you will be punished even more." Dennis cried as he ate the disgusting dinner.

After dinner the twin prepared him for bed. First they brushed his teeth. Then they removed his clothes and gave him a couple of enemas for good measure. Before putting him in his bedtime clothes, they gave him a very nice bath. He sat naked with his hands cuffed behind his back in a small bathtub as the twins bathed him. It was nice and gentle and to top it off Jocelyn gave him a hand-job, once again making him jerk and scream as the orgasm tore through him. Although he hated admitting it to himself, he had begun looking forward to his sisters' caresses with eager anticipation.

His nighttime clothes turned out to be the same as his daytime clothes: pink see-through nightie and pink high-heeled shoes with cure little heart-shaped padlock on the ankle straps. Again his hands were put in cute little pink mittens and secured to a pink leather belt around his waist. He was sat down on the bed and his legs were strapped together at the knees and ankles with pink leather straps. The twins then forced him to lie back on a pink sheet, which they then proceeded to roll him into, turning him into a pink sausage with only his pretty pink high-heels sticking out at one end and his blonde bimbo head at the other. Then they gagged him using a pink penis gag on a pink strap, before cutting off his vision with a soft pink blindfold with white lace trimmings. Placing him in the middle of the bed they held him there with straps, coming from under the bed, holding him at the ankles, knees, hips, stomach and chest. On his ears were placed earphones and to both hold them and his head in place a strap went across his forehead. Dennis was going nowhere. Finally they covered him with a blanket (pink of course) and kissed him goodnight. Dennis was tied so tightly that he could hardly wriggle. It felt somewhat claustrophobic, but for the first time Dennis began to feel something else as well: He felt erotic. The overwhelming number of forced orgasms, the sexy clothing, the intimacy in the twins' touch and of course the influence from the hormones all conspired to make Dennis, if not happy with, then accept it as quite erotic and sexy. He had to admit that he liked a lot the things they had done to him. He had always loved high heels. He hadn't dreamed of wearing them, but now that he did he liked it a lot. He also liked the pretty pink clothes they had given and the nice haircut. He had hated it just a few hours ago so he couldn't quite understand what was happening to him, but it wasn't all bad. As he fell asleep soft voices spoke inn the earphones: "I am a useless little sissy. I am a slave. I love to please my mistresses. I must never speak unless spoken to. I would love to suck a big fat cock...." The voices spoke to his sub-consciousness, urging him to accept his position as a sissy slave and instructing him in how to behave.