I woke up to the sound of a voice in my ear, whispering my name. The voice was familiar and I smiled in my half sleep. As I slowly opened my eyes the light started to sting them. I was looking into the face of my sister, Kate. I smiled, she frowned.
"Jeff? Are you ok?" her concern was plain as she laid a hand on my shoulder.
I looked around. I was in the garage, lying next to my wife's car. I shivered and looked down. I was still wearing Karen's dress, which was bunched around my waist. My cock and balls were still taped up. I tried to pull the skirt down, embarrassed in front of my sister.
"Jeff? What's going on?"
"Kate. Sorry. Lookay, something terrible…I'm not sure but –" and I blurted out most of the story about Mr Knee & Mr Shin to Kate, tears welling in my eyes as I spoke. My fears for Karen's safety increased as I spoke. I suddenly stopped, worried about Karen.
"We've got to go inside! God knows what they've done to her now!" I tried to get to my feet but my body was tight and unmoveable.
"It's okay, Jeff," Kate soothed, "I'll go and check on Karen. You wait here. I'll find something warm for you. I think there's more to this than you're letting on."
My sister stood up, looking down at me. I was about to protest, to protect her but she put a finger to her lips then stretched out a foot and raised my skirt with it, looking at the tape between my legs and against my stomach. She was frowning.
"Who did this?"
"They…Mr Knee…did it. Could you…would you, please, take it off? It hurts too much to do it myself. I wouldn't ask but…" I started crying, tears streaming down my face. I closed my eyes, bowed my head, feeling pathetic and useless.
When Kate pulled the tape off my cock I screamed. She did it quickly, in one smooth action but it felt like she had pulled the whole thing off. The pain quickly turned into a dull ache but then a new, harsher pain ripped through me when she pulled the other piece of tape off. My balls were freed as the tape ripped the skin out from my body. I screamed again, this time letting out little squeaks of anguish.
"Is that better?" Kate asked.
I opened my eyes and squinted at her through the mist of my tears. She was grinning, staring at my lower body. I didn't care. I shut my eyes again and concentrated on the pain. When it finally subsided to a manageable ache I opened my eyes again. Kate was gone. I looked around the garage but she was no-where.
I painfully got to my feet, holding the car for support. I suddenly needed a piss. Looking around for something to use I spied an old beer glass. I filled it up easily, the feeling of relief, total and complete. Then I started to feel the rest of my painful body. I ached everywhere but nowhere more than my anus. I felt stretched and invaded and it burned. I dare not touch myself.