Chapter 54

After what seemed like an entire age of man… Terry’s sister returned. You had heard two cars leave through the open slit of her bedroom window. Which presumably meant you were now alone in the house with this smirking predator. She certainly prowled like some carnivorous feline, as she circled her own bed. Taking time to enjoy and admire the quivering treat she had cornered. A trailing hand reached down and unwrapped the towel from you, leaving your smooth and naked form exposed for her inspection.

"Well this explains a lot…" She said, finally. Eyes crawling over your body hungrily, leaving goosebumps shivering in their wake. "I never would've guessed… you really do a good job, you know! With that soft, squeaky voice and strutting your hips around. I bet you get a thousand straight boys a day checking you out, without realising for a second…"

There was a strange little burst of pride in your chest at these unexpected compliments from an intimidating provider. After all, you really did put a lot of effort into looking and sounding like the most feminine little slut around. It was, for you, a kind of survival instinct. A detachment from who you used to be. The more like a girl you felt, the safer you felt… and every pair of red-blooded, obliquely heterosexual eyes that strayed across your assets only encouraged that feeling. But… here and now… all of that had been stripped away. Fiona had your secrets laid out before her, like a frog on the dissecting table. Just what did she plan to do with them? And you?

The young woman crawled up onto the bed with you, her loose black dress riding up at the hips. She always had a hint of the gothic about the clothes she wore… though in a more muted, adult way than the over-the-top plastic fashion of teenagers. Terry called her ‘the witch’ sometimes, and for clearly more reasons than simple sibling rivalry. You imagined in more medieval times her blunt confidence and piercing glances might well have got local housewives sneaking out in the dead of night to buy secret poultices from her… and full grown men to tremble at the prospect of being judged or cursed by those thin, smirking lips. She took her time clambering over your bound and pinned-down body. Enjoying and admiring the various, supple details of your feminised self. You felt the hot kiss of her breath and pointed prod of long nails against your small penis, as if still unconvinced the thing could possibly be real.

Then, she was suddenly sat upon your chest, with bare feet beside your ears. Her legs seeming to stretch and spread for several miles up, to reveal her lack of underwear. Fiona’s weight sat crushingly upon your lungs while your eyes had nowhere to go except her pink and presented privates, or fiercely burning gaze. The fact that you were trapped and at her mercy bled into every aspect of this moment. Something she was clearly allowing herself to enjoy quite liberally.

“So my brother’s so-called ‘girlfriend’ isn’t a girl at all…” She smiled to be proven so right in her earlier estimations about her sibling. “Is there anything else you’ve been hiding about who you are and what you get up to?”

The way she said those words: with cruel and casual confidence. Made you feel like she had all the answers already. As if this interrogation was more of a formality than anything else. You knew she couldn’t possibly know about the shop and Skeg and everything you had been getting her little brother to do… yet it seemed like you couldn’t possibly hide any of it from those hawk-like, piercing eyes. Your courage faltered… and you feared you might just spurt out everything, if you didn’t give her something to take hold of.

"I-I am a whore… I have sex with men… and women... f-for money. B-but it's not like that with Terry! I really do like him! And he doesn't pay me!"

The half truths stung your lips. He didn’t pay you… but neither did he ever take any money from all the strangers you'd got him to service. He did it all out of misplaced love. The underlying sense of guilt you felt over that was as heavy as the press of Fiona upon your chest. You deserved to be tied up and punished by his family. She just didn't know the breadth of the reasons why.

"So you've been giving out freebies to the little dweeb, huh? Well I think I can keep that quiet… If you start playing nicely with me, as well…"

So there was the rub. She grinned down toothily at you, a shark that had you in the tank. The girl would keep your secrets… if she was just added to the long list of those who could make use of your body at will. It hardly seemed much of a choice at all… what was one more mistress holding a leash around your neck? You'd do anything she wanted, to stop poor Terry being exposed. It seemed a small and paltry penance, for all that you’d taken from him. Trying to look as timid and browbroken as you could… you gazed up at her and nodded.