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Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the ‘Sinister Sisters’ and their connection to ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’

Not critical, but recommend you check out parts 1 -3  first!

1. 2. 3.

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The Sinister Sisters and their little helpers began to methodically transform me into theiridea of what a ‘proper young lady’ should be. They made those intentions known by keeping up an incessant commentary while they ‘fixed’ everything that was wrong with me.

Their remarks consisted mostly of insults about my ‘indecent’ clothing and ‘hussy’ appearance and ‘uncouth’ behaviors. In between the disparaging criticism they maintained a running play-by-play of how I would soon learn ‘proper decorum’ and to be ‘docile and respectful.’

“Mmmhopp! ‘At’tsh ‘eean!!” My muffled protests at their mean and nasty jabs and degrading treatment mostly went ignored, though occasionally they’d respond with a sneered “this is what impudent strumpets deserve,” or “your deplorable behavior leaves us no choice.”

Their contempt for my revealing attire helped explain their connection to Countessa and Madame No, and the rest of I-PRUDE (the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression). 

I would have pointed out the irony and hypocrisy in putting me in bondage and fetishizing me – if I wasn’t gagged. At least I didn’t deny or hide my desires for kinky sexy fun times! Unfortunately, despite the collar and tight belts, I wasn’t quite having a kinky fun time – at least not yet…

The Sinister Sisters worked diligently on ‘improving’ me for the next two or three hours – it might have been longer, because ‘time’ at The Manor did not seem to flow naturally. They worked with a practiced yet unhurried ease – I obviously wasn’t their first guest to be transformed.

Eloise’s role was to dress me in the frilly feminine outfit she had selected for me. Berta’s role was to keep strict control of me and move me about as Eloise needed. She was careful to only move or adjust the minimum restraints necessary – such as only releasing my arms long enough to slide them through the sleeves of the tiny dress.

The Greeblies were instructed to assist Berta in keeping me subdued, which they did with enthusiasm. They were effective partially because they physically kept firm grips on me, and partially because their wandering hands kept me off guard. I was constantly dancing on my tiptoes to avoid groping hands and probing fingers. Cold, pale, thin, creepy probing fingers.

Eventually, they completed my transformation into a ‘somewhat more respectable girl.’ Their ‘somewhat’ qualifier made me wonder what else they expected, but I doubted anything I could say or do would change their opinion of me. Admittedly, I hadn’t been ‘respectable’ for years!

I was wearing the teeny tiny dress now, the one that barely contained my chest and utterly failed to cover anything below my hips. Any movement at all threatened a wardrobe malfunction, either an escaping breast or an exposed butt cheek, or a badly torn seam or two.

Which, I would have thought, would be exactly what the Sinister Sisters didn’t want to see…or did they? Was part of the plan to put me into a position to fail at modesty, so they could punish me for yet another infraction? That, or let the Greeblies apply whatever penance they saw fit?

I shuddered at the thought of the Greeblies having their way with me once again. If the sisters thought I was immodest now, what would they think when the Greeblies made me cum screaming? I tried to banish that thought from my head before it began to excite me again.

The entire outfit was meant to enhance the ‘girly’ nature of the dress. From the frilly panties and ankle socks, to the sheer blue stockings and garters, to the blue ribbons in my hair, everything went together. Even the high heels, collar and gag were all color-coordinated in shades of blue!

I stood there in humiliation while they looked me over, still clucking in disapproving tones while they tweaked my outfit, tugging on loose fabric and tucking in ‘exposed’ flesh here and there. 

“Perhaps if she wasn’t such a curvy and voluptuous girl, she wouldn’t be bulging out of her more acceptable attire, Berta,” Eloise said with a disdainful sneer.

“A shameful display of flesh, Eloise,” Berta agreed. “That plump bosom and bubbly buttocks refuse to be contained by even the most prudent apparel.”

“HHHLUHMMP?” I wailed into the gag. She was calling me plump?? And how was I supposed to be modest and demure when the outfit was four sizes too small??

“I am quite skeptical she will be able to maintain her modesty when we put her to the test,” Eloise mused. “I’d wager she will fail the simplest challenge – if it weren’t improper to wager.”

“You’re certainly right,” Berta replied with a grimace. “But we would be doing her a disservice if we didn’t evaluate her critically.” She motioned to the Greeblies. “Let’s get her into position and see if she can retain any decency.”

I soon found out what ‘into position’ meant. My ankles were spread shoulder-width apart and anchored to a bolt in the floor. Then my wrists, still bound behind me, were pulled high up in the air, straining my shoulders until I was forced to bend forward at the waist.

Inevitably, my rear was forced upward and outward as I tried to maintain my balance in the high heels. I could actually feel the hem of the dress rising up to expose my cheeks and a scandalous view of my panties nestled between my legs. I groaned in my embarrassment.

And, inevitably, the weight of my breasts shifted forward and down until my aureolas were peeking above the bustline of the dress, and only my nipples’ pressure on the fabric was keeping them from popping free!

“Obviously, dear sister,” Eloise observed, “our guest needs more corrective discipline to bring her errant behaviors in line. She cannot maintain decorum in the simplest of situations.” 

“And if corrective discipline doesn’t work, dear sister,” Berta nodded in agreement, “further corporal punishment and humiliation will have to ensue.” 

“NNNUUHHH!!” I cried. “Nnnuh!  Ahh’ll ‘eehayvv!  Ahh’ll ‘ee ‘oood!”

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s far too late for promises,” Eloise said with mock sorrow. She motioned for the Greeblies to approach me. “Please provide our guest with some incentive to improve.”

One of the Greeblies stepped forward carrying a thick wooden paddle in his hands. His usual grin somehow seemed even broader than before. The other stood in front of me with my own cell phone, clicking image after image of me in my predicament, and even taking cheeky selfies!

“Smiles girlie!” he chortled. His companion began tapping his palm with the flat of the paddle.

“Hhleeese!  Ah’m ‘orrry! Ah’m ‘orry!!” I wailed. 

I was desperate to somehow avoid having the Greeblies start spanking me while I was bound and helpless and vulnerable. I knew what would inevitably happen…but I didn’t know if the sisters were prepared to see their guest cumming uncontrollably in the hands of their minions!

“Yes, yes, it’s far too late for apologies, too,” Berta said with a devilish grin. “Good thing we still have the entire weekend to re-train you on the right path, because it appears we have quite the challenge ahead of us!”

~~~to be continued??~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for the gift!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!  Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

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