Be forewarned. The following fiction reflects adult sexual situations of a diverse nature involving crossdressing. If reading the following violates the laws where you live, please exit and go do something else. This material is not intended for immature minds or those who find reader matter concerning the subject of crossdressing distasteful.

 

Suspended Sentense                  by: Virginia Kane          © 2000

 

"So, what did you expect? You broke into my kid sister’s dorm room to steal her panties and got caught. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? By the way, those panties look cute on you. You ought to get yourself some legitimately."

I glared back at Tom from where I was trussed up, in the frat house basement, suspended from an eyelet mounted in the rafters by my wrists with the tips of my toes barely touching the floor. My arms were killing me after only ten minutes. I could imagine my hands going numb from lack of circulation in no time at all. The only thing covering my body was the pair of panties I was caught stealing.

"Look, Tom. I make you a deal. I’m fond of your sister. I really am. That’s why I broke into her room, not someone else’s. There isn’t anyone else whose panties I’d rather have. I only did it on a dare. My roommate didn’t think I had the guts to try it. I had to prove to him that I wasn’t a chicken. Come on. Let me down and give my clothes back, and you’ll never hear from me or see me again. I promise."

"Not so fast. I didn’t answer the phone call to our frat house that tipped us off. It’s not in my hands any more. It’s a frat matter now. You’re a new pledge. What you did could have gotten our whole fraternity into big trouble pal. Good thing that we got wind of it instead of some other frat house. What do you think would happen if the Theta house or Phi Gamma Ro brothers caught you in the act? We’ll have to see what the frat council comes up with. It’s up to them.

"How long do you think it will take for the frat council to reach their decision? My wrists hurt like hell. At least let me down enough for my feet to hit the floor. I’m not about to make a run for it without clothes on. Please Tom."

"No can do. If I should let you down, the rest of the frat brothers will think that I’ll let anyone get away with other stupid pranks like the one you tried to pull off. If I go easy on you now, they’ll think I condone your behavior with my sister or even assume my kid sister doesn’t mind having guys mess around with her stuff.

Do you want my kid sister to think I don’t care if some jerk breaks into her room? Some frat brothers might get the idea that she’s open to guys’ attention like that and want me to arrange something for them with her, as well. Can’t do that.

If I’m not hard on you for what you did, word will get around, and she’ll be a target for every pervert on the campus. No way! You got to pay, pal. No hard feelings, my ass! You’re lucky the council chose to decide about you. I agreed to go along with what the council decides, seeing as how you are a pledge and all.

If the decision were mine, I’d turn down your membership application and refer you over to the police or a gay fraternity. The way you look wearing panties, you belong with those pansies, you fucking sissy. A real man, you wouldn’t let two guys drag you here in broad daylight and pants you. You didn’t bother to put up the least bit of a struggle. What’s my sister going to think of you now, hero?"

"What? I was given a fine choice. Either I get turned in to campus security or put myself at the mercy of the frat’s council. What was I supposed to do? Make a run for it and get reported to security? Some loyal bunch of guys you all turned out to be. I should have taken my chances with campus security in the first place."

"That’s the smartest thing you said since you arrived. Those guys in security can be easy going, if they have a mind to. Never know, though. Some of them birds are hard as nails. If word gets out that we sheltered you in any way, the college dean might put the whole frat house on probation. It’s happened before."

"Bull! No frat was ever put on pro for a panty raid. Besides, guys are permitted to visit the girls’ dorms during the daylight hours."

"Panty raid? You were wearing my sister’s panties when you got caught, sicko! Care to explain that to the campus security police? You weren’t visiting her; you broke into her room, uninvited, when she wasn’t there. Try to convince me that you don’t like to wear my sister’s panties. Probably, the only reason you dated her was to get a chance to sneak into her room to steal her under things, you pervert!"

"That’s a lie! I’ve been dating your sister for close to a month. You know damn well, I like your sister a lot. I think the feeling is mutual. She likes me, and said as much. She wouldn’t mind me coming over. Her room wasn’t even locked. "

"Bunk. She told me you were a weirdo. She only dated you for a chance to get to meet your football hero roommate. I can see why she thinks you’re weird. Any guy that gets his kicks by wearing girls’ underwear is a fruitcake in my book, and I don’t want you to go near her again, now that you’ve introduced her to that hunk of a roommate you have. That jock’s got class, which is more than I can say for you. Mind what I’m saying, slug. I’ll make mincemeat out of you if you ever try to see her again. That a promise."

"You have it all wrong, Tom. She told me she likes me. She encouraged me. Why would I want to go out with a girl that wasn’t receptive? What’s taking the damn frat council so long to decide what they’re going to do?"

"They sent for my sister. When she gets here, they’ll check out your version with her. If you were telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about. If you lied to us, you’re frat application is history and we’ll fix things so you don’t bother any more co-eds at this college in the future. Your name will be mud on campus. You were eager to use me for a reference when you applied to my frat for membership. Looks like you used my sister and me to get in good with the frat, too. I’m not going to forget that. What’s your real story? You prefer guys or something?"

"Me? No way! What gives you a crazy idea like that? I’ve been dating your kid sister, for God’s sake. How does that make me seem like a fag to you?"

"According to her, you’re not much of a man. She claims you were barely cordial toward her on dates, and you weren’t amorous, like guys are expected to be. Girls have needs, too. You know? She was already planning to write you off, bub. Any guy who goes out with a girl for close to a month and doesn’t try to kiss her a lot has something wrong upstairs or is just using the girl for a front."

"I was showing respect, that’s all. I didn’t want her to think I’m a roving octopus, like some guys are. What’s wrong with that? School is more important to me than my copping a quick feel from every girl I meet. I wasn’t in a hurry to get familiar with your sister, because I want the relationship to last. She’s a nice girl. Since the school year just started a little over a month ago, I didn’t want to start a whirlwind relationship that would be over before it began. I was hoping to build a long-term relationship with your kid sister built on common respect and admiration."

"Oh, come off it, asshole. You sound like my mother, when she lectured me on the fine attributes of courting girls in order to choose a wife. Are you trying to tell me you plan to marry my kid sister, someday? Not likely, chum. You aren’t the marrying type. You’re about as ready to make a lifetime commitment as I am.

This is college, where you sow your wild oats with the girls that you can find that are willing to share a bed with you for mutual entertainment, and nothing more. You’re not back in your hometown, searching for a lifetime partner. Tell that line of malarkey about your sincere love and profound respect to my parents, if you ever get a chance to meet them, which I sincerely doubt. They may believe in that ancient mush, but I don’t buy it. If you weren’t busy trying to get into my sister’s pants, it was only because you’d much rather wear her panties, sissy boy."

"Tom, how can you talk about your own sister like that? Don’t you respect her?"

"Watch your step, creep. You’re in no position to question my morals or talk about my attitude toward how my sister should behave. You’ve got a lot of nerve, passing your guilt off on me. I didn’t get caught with my hand in the cookie jar, you did. I think my kid sister deserves a better man; one that knows how to treat a woman, not some freak that likes girls’ panties so much he wears them himself."

"Hey, I only put these on to be able to sneak out her dorm building without having a suspicious lump showing in my pants pocket. I don’t wear girls’ stuff."

"Bull! You could have easily stuffed them into your own briefs, unless you have to swing free and prefer boxers. Even if you do, you could have worn a jock strap to conceal a balled up pair of dainties. You planned it out in advance and didn’t wear your own underwear when you went over to her place, so you wouldn’t have to dispose of yours once you put hers on. So how’s it feel to have satin panties rub up against your tool kit? Does it feel real good, like you expected?"

"What the hell do you care? Where are the guys from the council? My hands are getting numb and turning blue. How long do I have to stay suspended like this? My shoulders are killing me, Tom. Can you please go upstairs to find out what’s keeping them? I’m in pain, man!"

"That’s too damned bad! Admit that you like the feel of a pair of girl’s panties on your sissy buns, you freak and I might give you a break."

"Okay, okay. They feel great! I love it! Satisfied? Who’s the pervert now? Let me get down before I pass out from the pain! You’re getting a kick out of seeing me suffer like this. Aren’t you? Why’d you want the others to leave you in charge, to be alone with me and see me suffer? You getting some kind of thrill out of this?"

"Now that you mention it, I am. Seeing you helpless is kind of exciting, especially seeing you in my kid sister’s panties. You should have picked out a pair without all the flounces across the butt, you know, something less attractive. Maybe we can work something out. I’ll take the ropes off your wrists, if you agree to let me handcuff your wrists and ankles. I can’t give you the ability to attack anyone.

When my sister gets here and sees you, maybe we’ll let her decide what the guys should do with you. Tell you what. I’ll let you down for a few minutes, but only if you agree to quietly remain on your knees, too. After she gets here, you have to go back up on the hook, though. No telling how you’ll behave in front of her.

I don’t want you to lash out at her, or anyone else. We’ll find out if she decides to have us punish you physically for breaking into her place and stealing stuff from her room. After being caught by my frat brothers, leaving her room with her stuff, we got a hold of her. She’s really shocked and wants to confront you about this. "

"Okay, anything you say, just let me down. My hands are getting numb."

Tom put metal cuffs on my wrists and ankles before letting me down. I wondered why the cuffs were conveniently available, but figured they were in the basement of the frat house, left over from the days when hazing was still allowed. With the new restraints, I wasn’t going to be able to put up much of a defense.

I was getting deep, all over a dare from my jerk roommate. I should have ignored the stupid bastard’s taunts. Now, I was in over my head, literally. No telling what my girl’s reaction was going to be when she sees me. With luck, she may want to make a bit of fun out of me in front of her big brother, and let it slide. I hoped.

"On your knees! Keep your head down. I hear them coming. There isn’t enough time to string you back up to the rafters. Don’t lift your head up unless I tell you to, and keep your stupid yap shut, or I’ll stuff a filthy gag into it. I don’t want my kid sister or anyone else see the sorry look on your repentant puss. You’re a sorry sight. You know that? Bad enough she has to admit that she went out with a sick pervert, you schmuck. Don’t do anything to make the girl any more embarrassed than she’ll have to be by seeing you like this. You got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just nod, you piece of shit! Zip the lip, or I’ll punch in your face!"

I remained on my knees with my head bowed down. I could see the pair of dainty shoes descend the staircase part way, then stop. Pressure applied to the back of my neck kept me from looking up to see her reaction to my pitiful state. Several pairs of male shoes and legs came into my limited field of vision, nothing else. No one spoke, but I heard her gasp, while she remained on the staircase. The sound of her footsteps receding upwards indicated that she had seen enough, and hurriedly left as someone slowly counted out two hundred fifty dollars into the hands of my Judas priest of a roommate. I finally realized that I had been set up, all along.

The payer indicated that the money was collected from the frat brothers to buy my captor’s sister a complete set of new underwear. She and my studly roommate were to gather up all of her old underwear and send it over here. "No telling how much of her lacy things this pervert had been borrowing and wearing over the past month. She won’t ever have to wear that stuff again. We’ll find a better way to put it to good use. He likes it so much, he’ll get to wear it from now on."

The last comment sounded like a threat. What the hell did he mean?

"When we finish with this jerk, he’ll think twice before he elicits any girl to give him oral service again. He’ll know how it feels to be demeaned by someone."

"Wait a minute. I never asked your sister for that! I swear! I never did!"

"No, you didn’t ask my kid sister for head, you little dumb piece of shit! You merely forced yourself on my girlfriend over a month ago, before you applied for membership to the frat. Did you forget all about that incident, so soon?

After she put you down, like you deserved, she told me the whole story. I had no choice but to develop a plan to get revenge, for her sake. Don’t tell me you don’t recall who it was that introduced you to me that night, well over a month ago, just before you took her home and propositioned her for oral sex. I’ve been waiting all month to find out how you like being in her position that night."

So, that was what was behind this abduction! He plans to make a laughing stock out of me for wanting oral sex from a campus prick tease. She was begging for me to take her home. I may have misread her intentions. I thought she was after a quick thrill in bed with me. After she declined my offer to have regular sex, after an evening of heavy petting at a party, I was so aroused; I stupidly thought she was only interested in orally relieving our pent-up pressures, and posed it to her.

Some girls are like that. You hit it off with them right away, and you think they want mutual physical satisfaction, but always stop short of performing carnal sex. I thought she wanted to play house with me but was saving her precious cherry for the guy she’d marry someday, and wanted to unload her physical cravings by mutual oral sex, instead. Leastwise, that’s what I was led to believe by the way she was all over me at that party. I went for it, but she turned that offer down, too.

She must have been using me to make Tom jealous. After that good time with her at the party, she refused to see me again. I saw her out dating with Tom, but didn’t put two and two together. She didn’t even talk to me after we had that one fling at the party. She turned me down, cold. She must have told Tom about my pursuing sex with her! The bitch! It would account for his vindictive attitude. It must have been her standing on the basement’s staircase, not Tom’s sister!

Was Tom’s sister in on the entire plan from the very start? It’s no wonder she was romantically passive toward me while we dated over the past month or so! His kid sister must have only dated me to help her brother set me up for this debasement. I was enamored by her dazzling beauty from the moment we met and blinded by my good fortune to capture her interest. I failed to recognize her true intentions.

"Now, what? You have you where you want me, Tom. I’m sorry if I made a pass at your girl at that party last month. I apologize. I’ll apologize to her as well, if you want. I made a wrong move. I misread her intentions. I’m sorry! Is that what you want to hear? It’s the God’s honest truth, so help me! I didn’t know she was your heartthrob. She was all over me. I only was responding to her advances.

So, do I get to know what you intend to do, now that I’m at your mercy?"

"Shut the fuck up, you filthy bag of slime. Don’t try to make it sound like she was after your cock, creep! Just because an innocent girl is friendly and flirts a little, you had no right to expect her to suck your cock for the privilege of an evening in your company! Want to know what comes next. Fine! I’ll tell you! We’ll see how much you like it, just as soon as I know that my girlfriend is clear of the building.

Soon as I know the coast is clear, I’m going to dress you up and let the guys have their way with you, any way they want it. You’re going to give exactly what you expected to get from my girl. Not with me, pal. I have better taste. However, I know some frat brothers who don’t care who sucks them off, as long as the lips are warm and red, and the cocksucker acts somewhat like a real girl."

"You wouldn’t!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"I told you to shut your mouth! I don’t want to beat you to a pulp, but I will unless you keep silent. I don’t want to hear another word out of you. Got that? I’ll do all the talking. You’ll do the listening, if you know what’s good for you. Here’s what will happen. First, the guys will bring my sister over and after she sees you in her panties, she’ll think twice before she takes up with another pervert like you. She’s way too good for you, you piece of worthless slime. Fortunately, she now thinks the world of your roommate. She’ll be better off with a guy like him dating her.

Here’s the story he told her. After my frat brothers caught you stealing stuff from her room, and you took off, leaving the evidence behind, you cleared out your own stuff from your room and planned to leave campus in a hurry, before campus security police could find you to make an arrest. He really called up the frat house to alert the brothers who caught you before you could make a clean getaway.

Your roommate will attest to that to security, saying how you told him you’d be wearing a disguise, in case the police put out an APB for you. After all, he’s got good reason to help us out. He’s interested in my kid sister, too. He’s a lot better qualified to date her than you are. At least, he’s a decent man with a great future ahead of him, not like you. After what you did to humiliate my girl, you weren’t satisfied. You had to take up with my kid sister, too.

What made you think I’d let a bozo like you date a sister of mine? I had friends of the family check into your background. You’re a loser! At least your roommate is from a decent family and has solid plans for after his college graduation. What are your plans? You going to use my sister for sick thrills and go back home to marry the same hapless girl you’ve been dating all through high school? I think not.

Yeah, I’ll arrange to have her get a nice set of pictures in the mail to look at about your short visit to our campus. I’ll be glad to do her the favor, so she won’t waste her time waiting for you. You probably had her cherry already, poor kid. No sense having her wasting any more of her life on you. Maybe she’ll get lucky and find a nice guy that won’t mind used furniture. How’s that for revenge?

In the meantime, you’ll be well out of the way. When I’m through with you, you won’t want to spend too much time getting out of this state. I guarantee it.

Your sudden absence from the local scene will give your former roommate a clear field with my kid sister. You know enough about football to comprehend what my running interference for him will mean. I also won’t have to worry about him ever asking my sister to suck his cock for him, the way you asked my girlfriend to do for you, scumbag. Besides, he’s a clean-cut kid with a good moral upbringing.

I’ll see to it that my sister will drop any charges against you, as long as you agree to cooperate. She’s over at the security office now, filing out a theft report. After she is done over there, we’ll let her get a quick peek at you, so she knows the kind of asshole I’m saving her from. Don’t worry. We won’t start to pretty you up until after she has a good look at you the way you look now. I don’t want her to get too sick to her stomach, just to forget the fact she ever met you, fuckhead."

"Cooperate? You want me to cooperate with you? I’d have to be crazy!"

"I warned you about opening that mouth of yours. You don’t seem to appreciate the position you’re in or know how to listen to my advice. Maybe this will help you to remember what I said about your talking back to me."

He went around behind me and grabbed my hair with one hand and pushed a ring of hooks into my open mouth with the other. Before I could expel the blasted thing, he pulled a wide elastic strap attached to the rig over the top of my head, forcing the ring to expand, spreading my lips apart with its hooks. My lips were forced open by the expanding hooks until they hurt like hell from digging into my soft facial tissue. With my mouth agape, he inserted some kind of a plug between my lips and gums. With my head being held back, I didn’t get to see the device, but it capped my teeth. Once the set of caps was firmly in place, he removed the elastic strap from over my head. The hooked ring fell away, leaving my mouth held open somewhat. Try as I might, I couldn’t get rid of the caps on my teeth.

I couldn’t close my mouth to form words, either. All I could do was make noises in vain. I sounded like I was howling like an animal. I didn’t feel much different.

"There! That’s much better! I’ll give you one last bit of advice, asshole. The more you try to resist, the worse things will get. I had the retainer specially designed for you from your college dental records. It’s cemented it in place. I hope you like it. Your teeth look much better now, straight and pearly white. They push up against your lips enough to give you a nice pouty look, too. Perfect for giving guys head. You should see yourself. With your eyes wide open like that; you look pretty enough to give men a hard on. It’s a bloody shame I’m not into fags. You’re ready to accept company with that bit firmly in place. Looks like your eager to please men. Just in time, too. I hear footsteps upstairs. Make more noise and you’ll regret it. Nod if you understand me."

I nodded in reply as the door opened, admitting a shaft of light to enter the dimly lit basement. Again, the first a set of heels to hit the stairs was that of a girl, my girl, and Tom’s kid sister. This time he didn’t order me to keep my head lowered.

I looked pleadingly into her eyes, hoping she’d see that it was a cleverly planned trap. Her stare didn’t indicate she cared what really happened. She didn’t bother to come all the way down the stairs, either. One look at me was enough for her. She turned around on the staircase and threw herself into my roommate’s arms.

"It’s true. Those are my panties, one of my favorite pairs, too! How could he? He’s sick! I thought the guy liked me, not the things I wore. Take me away, now.

I want to go and get rid of all the things from my room. I could never wear under things again that a pervert used for his fantasies. It’s a good thing you heard him say he was going to my room and knew that I wasn’t there at the time. To think, I’ve been wearing the same underwear he was for the past month! It’s ghastly!"

She quickly left with my roommate. I should say former roommate. Once word of this escapade gets around the campus, I’ll never be able to show my face again. It makes no difference if I’m innocent. Who’d believe the ravings of a caught freak?

In my mind, I was planning how to go about transferring to some other college in mid-semester, hoping to salvage the invested class work, my unused tuition and other remnants of my college education. There was little hope for salvaging my reputation here. Tom got what he wanted, no doubt about it. Who would believe my side of the story? I had to get away quickly before word got to the faculty.

"She’s gone! Good! He’s all yours, gentlemen. Use him in any way you see fit for your personal enjoyment. He deserves everything you can think of. Thanks to you all for helping me to save my kid sister from the grasp of this savage punk.

Remember what he expected my girl to do for him. See that he gets a good lesson in how a good girl must feel when forced to submit to a man like him against her will. Maybe it will help him to mend his ways. I doubt it.

I believe that security expects him to be all dressed up in drag to make good his escape from the campus. Be sure not to let them down. My girlfriend volunteered clothes you’ll need to make him look more presentable in public. You should find all that you need in the gym bag she left behind upstairs. She told me she included an unwanted Victorian corset she once used for her high school prom gown. With a little concerted effort, the corset will help him properly fill out the dresses she chose for him to wear during his bus ride home, if he ever makes it that far.

One’s the same dress she wore to a party where he tried to seduce her last month. With shoes and accessories she included, it should make a fitting trousseau for his speedy departure off campus. He likes girls’ clothes. He’s small. They’ll fit him.

Don’t take too long preparing him for his journey. A week from now, the campus police will forget about the theft and not be as alert make his arrest. That will give him a sporting chance to get his sorry ass away from here. Try not to harm him, either. I don’t hate the poor guy. I just don’t want him around to bother my kid sister ever again. He doesn’t have a single friend on campus that’s willing to help him. The sooner he’s gone, the better I’ll feel about the whole affair. After his taking a long bus ride home in drag, with the benefit your training to see that he can pass publicly as a call girl, I doubt if he’ll ever want to admit to what he’s been through. No one would believe his side of the story, anyway.

Who knows? After you completely transform him, he might decide that he likes servicing men. Then, you might keep him around as a frat house pet, for as long as you’d like. Just hang him up from this eyehook I installed in the rafters when he isn’t otherwise busily occupied, or make a cage to keep him in. Yeah a cage, all animals and fugitives belong in cages. Good idea!

Then again, if he behaves and shows his appreciation you might decide to be kind to him for keeping him out of the hands of the campus police. Once they find out he tried to force his attentions on a college coed, they won’t be lenient with him. If he behaves, you can bring a cot down here for him to sleep on, and a get him a cute vanity dresser with a nice big mirror on it. Make sure he does his best to look more like a girl though, first. He likes to wear girls’ panties and the other slinky stuff girls wear, so it shouldn’t be hard to convince him how to look.

I want him out of my sight and out of my sister’s life! I don’t want to ever see this creep again! My dad approved of the idea. He had the swine investigated and he doesn’t want him to have anything to do with my sister. He’ll gladly send a check to cover the cost of the new furnace and the air-conditioning system we need bad. There will be enough money to buy anything you need to convert our friend here, even implants if he wants them. You can put him up in my room when the new heating system is being installed. The lock is a deadbolt and the private bath is the best one in the building. I’ll have it fumigated after he leaves.

Before you let him go, take a lot of pictures of him half naked, maybe some in hot, sexy poses. He’ll know you have them, so he won’t give you much trouble. Mail some of the hottest pictures to the address shown on this envelope to arrive in his hometown before he does, if he does, once you decide he’s had enough fun. I gave my promise to my girlfriend that his guy’s high school sweetheart would get to see what kind of a guy she’s patiently waiting at home for."

As soon as Tom left, a circle of black-hooded fraternity brothers closed in on me. I knew what to expect next. I was down on my bare knees, with both of my hands securely cuffed behind my back so I didn’t have a prayer of a chance defending myself against all of them, My teeth were capped, firmly forced apart by the cruel retainer. I could close my lips somewhat, but not completely, just enough to give a guy pleasure, but not bite down on a guy.

Until they were all satisfied, all I could hope for was their willingness to follow through on Tom’s request to them not hurt me and let me go after I learned my lesson. A lesson that would require me to dress up like a girl and service the guys as a cheap transsexual slut! I was completely at their mercy and resigned myself to my fate. If I don’t, I might get arrested for attempted rape on Tom’s girlfriend.

Perhaps, there was one way I could encourage them to follow Tom’s suggestion to let me go sooner, once they were all fully sated and satisfied with altering my appearance. It was merely a matter of time until they all became bored with their new project. What was it Tom said earlier? The more I try to resist, the worse things would get for me. It wouldn’t be smart to resist the changes they carefully planned; otherwise it would go harder on me. My full cooperation was the only wise choice for a speedy end to my suspended sentence.

The end?

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