Role reversal

I shake as I started sobbing, twitching under their combined weight. I.. I wanted to disappear. Pure grief overwhelmed my body.

My soft sobbing quickly turned into painful wailing, crying until my throat hurt and my breath gave out. I feel hand softly caressing my hair as I bawl my eyes out.

Once I finally stopped, it felt like I cried for several years non-stop. But I could still see the puddle of my tears and feel gentle pain on my balls after the squeeze. How much time actually passed? I was confused.

"He stopped?" I could hear Ora asking with curious tone in her voice, feeling her butt shift on my back.

"A neat trick I borrowed from someone. A bit cheap, I admit but how convenient." I gasped at a sudden grope on my ass, feeling someone's nails dig into my skin.

"M'kay. I think we went over everything. Let's get to the fun part~ How do you want to punish Evan?"

"Punish?

"You were a storyteller for him for soo long. Only fair that you get to write what you actually want, not what he wants.

"I see.... I have a couple of ideas...

I couldn't contain the shiver as I hear Ora speak with a tone so venomous it could kill. It was like mask falling off. If all of what I experienced was made for my enjoyment, then what... I stop myself. She's still my sister after all, maybe it won't be so bad.

"Okay! Let's see what you have in your cute head of yours! Let's kick this thing off! No holding back, no morals, no meanie big bro to tell you what to do!" I winced as back of a boot smacked into my chest, trembling under the two of them.

"Oh. Did that hurt?" I cry out as I get kicked again, digging my nails into the glass floor as much as I was able.