Apologetic but with ulterior motives

... sad. Samantha didn’t understand what game her sister might be playing or if she was actually playing a game. She felt even more off balance. Tiffany walked forward to her crate and opened it with her key card. She had tears in her eyes and was carrying a shopping bag.

“Puppet... sister... Samantha... I’m sorry....”

Samantha hadn’t heard her real name in hours it felt almost foreign. Had Tiffany realized she was crazy? Samantha wondered as she crawled out on all fours.

“I’m not sure what you are or what to call you. I know you’re a pet... at least I think I do. I just had the strangest conversation trying to explain who or what you are and I was basically called a monster... by these three strangers. I know what you are but I don’t know that you know what you are and it might not be fair of me... to have surprised you with this. I can’t **** you to accept what you are but I also can’t **** myself to be as patient as you might need me to be.”

She went to pet Samantha but visibly restrained herself and then cupped her face instead. Samantha wondered if those three had really just been just strangers but that meant they really thought she was a pet. She looked up at her sister holding her face and waited for whatever was to come.

“You expected a vacation, not an intervention.”

Samantha wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t speak or stand and she was worried this was a trap or a trick.

“I know what you are but, I feel like you don’t at least not fully. So why don’t we do an activity as sisters and I know by the end you’ll realize what you are but i assure you, if you don’t, I won’t press you.”

Samantha was consciously trying to not get her hopes up but now she felt like Tiffany hadn’t planned those people seeing her because this didn’t make any sense as a next step from that, at least not in any way she could think of.

“I know you’ve made progress towards self-acceptance, you don’t have to admit it but I know you see what I see, at least a little.”

She reached into her shopping bag and pulled out what looked like black underwear or maybe bikini bottoms.

“Let’s go to the beach... as sisters.”

Samantha wasn’t sure what to do but her sister reached into her purse and pulled out her tablet. She showed it to her as she turned off motion restrictions.

“You may stand if you want. If you wanna stay a pet that’s fine too.”

Samantha was shaking, she was scared, she knew this had to be bad in someway. She didn’t trust she could really stand after being kept on all fours for so long.

“I’m so proud of my little Puppet! I knew you knew!”

Tiffany went to put motion restrictions back on and Samantha gathered all the strength she had and stood naked in front her sister before she could change it back. Tiffany stopped and Samantha stretched her back and legs as standing felt incredibly uncomfortable after being on all fours for so long. That was in addition to the massive pain her ass was still in from Tiffany’s earlier ****. She felt her leash dangle behind her and hoped that and her collar would come off soon.

Tiffany looked her naked sister up and down much to her discomfort. Samantha was embarrassed at her small bust being even more obvious standing and her sister stared right at them. Samantha started crying because she still didn’t understand what was really happening. She wanted to trust Tiffany but she didn’t trust her own mind enough to make an actual decision on trusting Tiffany. Tiffany pulled her nude and collared sister into her and hugged her as hard as she could without causing pain.

“It’s okay! Don’t cry. It’s a journey and I’m here for every step of it. Let’s go to the beach, Samantha.”

Samantha smiled, hearing her name again but realized standing how overstimulated and wet her crotch was. She placed her hands over her pussy without touching it and Tiffany looked down.

“Rubbed yourself raw, didn’t you?”

Samantha got a scared look in her eyes, not just humiliated at being caught masturbating again but also expecting a spanking or to be **** back down to all fours.

“It’s okay, I know that’s the real you but you haven’t been able to say goodbye to the old you in a way that makes you comfortable with the whole process.”

Samantha wondered if Tiffany would let her speak. She pointed to the collar deciding covering herself was pointless as Tiffany had seen and touched everything at this point.

“I’m sorry, Samantha, it’s a little selfish but I can’t let you speak. If you get scared and say somethings you shouldn’t I could be in a lot of trouble. If that changes your mind about getting dressed and going to the beach that’s fine. You can just go back to being a pet if that’s what you really want.”

Samantha swallowed nervously but if Tiffany really intended to keep her word about letting her be a person if she made it through their beach trip she had to go even if that meant she didn’t get her voice back until it was over.

She watched Tiffany take the the bikini bottoms and she reached into the bag she had came in with and took out a plastic bag with two black objects in it. She opened it and started fooling with bikini bottoms. Samantha had no idea what was going on but she was pretty sure she wasn’t gonna like it. Her sister applied some liquid from a bottle onto each of the black objects.

“I know how insecure you feel when I’m not playing with your pussy or asshole so I don’t want you to be uncomfortable on the beach.”

As Samantha was now standing and able to feel more like a person it made her all the more ashamed of her behavior as a pet, what had been done to her, what she let be done to her, and worse yet what she had done. She remembered her sisters fingers inside her anus and pussy and knew the taste of her sister’s pussy was something she’d always know even if she escaped this.

Tiffany held out the bottoms expectantly and as Samantha looked down there were two phalluses in the bottoms that appeared to now be inserted into two slots in the the garment and locked in place. Samantha’s eyes shot wide open as she realized where they were supposed to go. Samantha shook her head.

“If you’ve already accepted what you are that’s fine. We don’t have to go.” Said Tiffany.

Samantha felt like she was being tricked but today had taken so much out of her, she didn’t know who the real Tiffany was and barely knew who she herself was. She swallowed nervously and cringed as she gingerly stepped one foot in and then the other to the bottoms.

“I got this special just for you.”

Samantha closed her eyes and waited to be impaled on the two rods. Tiffany slowly raised them and then when they were at the same level as the leash she wrapped the handle around the phalluses so it could be concealed and Samantha could leave the room without wearing an obvious leash, instead it would look like she had a strap running from the collar to the back of her bottoms. The collar would look like an odd choice but it didn’t look all that different than a collar someone might wear as a fashion choice.

Samantha started to shake as the bottoms started to reach her upper thigh and her sister lined the first phallus up to her pussy and started to push it in. Samantha gasped as it started to penetrate her and she bit her lip as was getting turned on again as she felt her nipples become erect. Tiffany was almost eye level with them and Samantha reached to cover her chest before realizing it was pointless. She felt like her body was betraying her but then wondered if she was just being shown her real self.

Tiffany smiled and came around behind Samantha and lined the other rod up with her anus and pushed the head in stretching Samantha’s sensitive hole. She prepared for it to hurt but to her internal shame it filled her with pleasure and slid in easily with the lube.

With both dildos already partially inside her Tiffany didn’t have to guide them anymore and yanked them up very quickly causing Samantha to tense up and then she moaned because even with everything she’d been through they felt incredible. She had two rods deep in her, one in her anus and another in her pussy, and rather than pain or discomfort she was more turned on. The only real pain was the material gripping her ass after all of the spankings she received but it wasn’t as bad as another spanking which she desperately hoped to avoid.

“You look too cute, Pup-Samantha.”

Samantha was **** to stand bowlegged but she didn’t know what else she could do other than go along with this if she wanted to prove to her sister she wanted to be a person. She realized she was wearing clothes for the first time since she stripped in the airport and she had to get double penetrated just to have this measly covering while still standing topless and collared. She wished she could deny that she was getting any benefit out of it but she took her first human steps on two feet all day and when they shifted inside her she felt her knees buckled as she felt like she was already close to cumming.

Her sister smiled at her obvious arousal.

“I knew you’d love it. I think this really splits the difference between what we know you really are and what you still haven’t let go of.”

Samantha just nodded unsure of what else she could do or express without a voice. She waited for more of her outfit but instead her sister went into the bathroom and she waited filled literally with pleasure but also a healthy amount of fear.