Catnip Chapter 3

Catnip Chapter 3
By Kylie

A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter Three – The Christmas Tree

Nikki could barely contain her excitement as she followed Darlene into her bedroom. "Okay, we're back at your house now. So tell me! What could possibly be more humiliating than what you just made Peter do?"

Darlene laughed. "Something I noticed the last few times I hypnotized Peter. This hypnosis not only lets me control what he does... I can also control what he feels! Remember the first time I made him strip?"

"Sure," Nikki replied with a huge grin. "You made him think the room was getting hotter and hotter. You told him 'every minute, the temperature will go up 10 degrees. The hotter it gets, the more clothes you'll have to take off.' And it worked!"

"Right! I made him feel hot so hot he started sweating. And when he went outside into the snow naked, I told him he wouldn't feel cold and he didn't."

Nikki giggled. "Actually, you told him if he felt cold, the only way to warm himself was by jacking off and announcing to me that he was playing with himself like he did every day."

Darlene chuckled. "Yeah, I told him he'd feel warm whenever hid dick was hard, but if it went soft, he would feel cold again. But don't you see, Nikki, I controlled how he felt! But just to be sure, let's test my theory." Darlene opened her door and shouted "Peter!"

"What?" the 11-year-old yelled back.

"Come here!" Darlene answered.

"Screw you," he replied.

Darlene sighed. "He's going to pay for that. Wait here." She stood up and walked down the hall to her brother's room.

"Go away!" Peter said.

Darlene smiled. "Catnip."

Peter lapsed into a hypnotic trance.

"Peter, you will get the leftover decorations from the Christmas tree and bring them into my room. You will remain hypnotized until I snap my fingers. Now go." Darlene watched the boy head to the living room and she returned to her room. A few minutes later, Peter entered carrying a box of decorations. "Put the box down. When I snap my fingers you will strip completely naked and stand in the corner, facing us, with your arms straight out from your sides. You will do whatever I say. You will not move unless I command you to. You will feel no pain. You will not remember anything you hear in my room." Darlene snapped her fingers.

Peter was surprised to find himself in his sister's bedroom. The last thing he remembered was standing in his own room shouting at her. He started to leave but discovered that instead he felt compelled to take off his clothes.

As he pulled his shirt off, Nikki giggled. "Are you going to strip for us, Peter?"

"Hell no!" Peter said, kicking off his shoes. He pulled off his socks.

"It looks to me like you are," Nikki said.

Peter blushed. She was right. Despite wanting to leave, he found himself shedding his clothes. He unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him standing in just his tighty whities.

"Are you sure you're not going to strip for us?" Nikki giggled, as the frustrated boy pulled down his undies and stepped out of them. Nikki reached down and scooped them up. "For my souvenir collection."

Peter walked to the corner, turned to face the girls, and held out his arms at his sides.

"How's it feel to be on display, totally nude, Peter?" Nikki asked. "You must like showing off those tiny balls." She reached out and fondled his balls, cupping them in her hand and lightly squeezing them with her fingers.

"Please, don't do that," Peter pleaded.

Nikki laughed. "I have you at my mercy, Peter. I know you can't move. It must be awfully humiliating to know a girl has you by the balls." She tugged his balls for emphasis.

"Peter, you're going to be punished for the way you spoke to me," Darlene said. "You were very rude to me. You need to show more Christmas spirit. I think we can arrange that."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

Darlene grinned. "I'm going to turn you into a Christmas tree!" She showed him a pair of paper clamps. "I got these clips at the office supply shop just for you. They clamp down real tight on a stack of papers – or a nipple!" She placed a clamp on each of the boy's nipples.

Peter cringed but did not feel any pain. The clamps squeezed tightly on his tender nipples but held firm. Darlene strung two red Christmas ball ornaments with string and attached each one to the hole in the clamps, She stepped back and watched the tennis-ball sized red ornaments dangle from Peter's nipples. Then she strung two blue balls and tied them tightly around Peter's nut sack. Next, she took out a miniature red Christmas stocking the size of her thumb, and slipped it onto Peter's tiny dick.

Nikki broke out laughing. She pulled several gold, silver, and green strands of garland from the box. "You can't have a Christmas tree without garland!" she said, wrapping the brightly colored strands around the nude boy.

"Almost perfect," Darlene said. She reached into the box. "Just one final touch." She pulled out some Christmas lights and wrapped them around her brother's chest, outstretched arms, and legs. She plugged them in, and Peter did indeed resemble a human Christmas tree. Darlene grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and showed it to Peter. "You will memorize this and sing it when I point to you. Understand?"

"Yes," Peter replied, memorizing the words.

Darlene whispered to Nikki, "I commanded him to do whatever I tell him. He's still hypnotized and won't remember anything we say or do, but right now he is aware of everything and helpless to do anything about it."

"He must feel ridiculous like that," Nikki said. "Look at him! He's completely nude, with Christmas balls tied to his nipples and balls and wrapped in garland and lights-not to mention the embarrassing tiny red stocking clinging to his tiny red dick!"

Darlene nodded. "It's time for Peter to make up for being rude to me. Now's his chance to show his Christmas spirit." Darlene sat at her computer. "I'm logging on to Stikam. I just IMed all my friends to join me in my chatroom for a private session." She chuckled. "Wow, the room's filling up already. Practically every girl I know online and a few guys too! Perfect."

"What are you going to do?" Peter asked.

"I'm not going to do anything," Darlene replied. "You are! I'm going to say hello to them and introduce you. I'll point the web cam your way and you can sing them your Christmas song."

"No way! I'm not singing anything! Let me go!"

"Just like you weren't going to strip, Peter?" Nikki asked. "You saw how that turned out."

Darlene switched on her microphone and camera. "Merry Christmas, everyone. I have a special treat for you today! My brother Peter has dressed up like a Christmas tree for you and he's going to sing you his very own Christmas greeting. So call your sisters and friends over to the screen and watch."

Darlene aimed the camera at Peter and pointed her finger at him. As soon as he saw her point, he was compelled to obey her earlier command. He started singing:

"Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to be
A naked Christmas tree!

Merry Christmas, everyone!"

Darlene let the web cam linger on her humiliated brother for another minute before addressing her viewers. "Now turn around and show us that cute bare butt of yours, Peter."

Peter had no choice but to rotate and display his bare butt, on which Darlene had written "The End", one word per cheek, with a thick, black Sharpie.

The computer speakers reverberated with laughter from her chatroom viewers.

"Goodbye for now," Darlene left the chatroom and grinned mischievously. "Now I just push this button and... there! A copy of Peter's Christmas message has been sent to all my friends in my address book."

"Omigod, Darlene! Every girl we know will be laughing at your brother for weeks! You did send me a copy too, didn't you?"

Darlene nodded.

"You fucking bitch!" Peter cried. "If I could move, I'd-"

"But you can't move, can you?" Darlene replied. "Besides, you won't remember any of this. But your friends will! I copied your address book off your computer. Let's see, should I send it to all the boys' names? Or all the girls' names?"

Peter was panicked. Which was worse, he wondered? Having the guys see the video and tease him mercilessly or if every girl he knew saw him humiliated?

"I just can't decide which," Darleen said. "So I guess I'll just send it to both the boys and the girls. But wait, I'll just type in a note: 'I am so full of Christmas spirit that I have to share it with you! Feel free to share my Christmas video with all your friends so long as you put my name and email on it so they can tell me how much they liked it. Peter.' There, that should do it."

"No!" Peter cried, watching Darlene press 'send'.

"Peter!" Darlene exclaimed. "That's not the way to display your Christmas spirit." She pointed at him and Peter felt compelled to sing: "Jingle balls, jingle balls,

Jingle all the way! O what fun it is to be
A naked Christmas tree!

Merry Christmas, everyone!"

Nikki laughed. "It looks so much better in person than on the screen. Make him do it a few more times."

"All right," Darleen agreed. "But then, I'll tell you my plan."