Subject: REPOST: ASV01 Sibling Rivalry

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   Now that the Communications Decency Act (CDA) is gone, and the world is
safe

   for erotic literature, I present Alicia's Summer Vacation.

   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction for adults only.  It is the story
of a young boy's humiliation at the hands of his sister (and mostly
everyone else in the story).  It involves bondage, nonconsensual sex acts,
forced feminization, violence, and so much more.  If these topics don't
turn you on, please do not read any further.  It is not my intention to
offend anyone; this story is presented solely for your entertainment.  It
may arouse you, and it may amuse you.  I hope it never bores you.  Enjoy!

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 1: SIBLING RIVALRY

   Kathy twisted my arm behind me.  "I've taken all the crap I'm going to
from you!" she shouted.

   "Let me go," I yelled.

   But she wrenched my arm again, and forced me to my knees as the pain
shot through my shoulder.  She was two years older than me, four inches
taller, and a lot meaner.  I never had a chance against her.

   "You're going to apologize, little brother, or I'll give you the beating
of your life!" As I knelt in front of her, she grabbed a fistful of my
shoulder-length hair, twisted it around, and jerked my head back.  "Maybe I
should cut off all this pretty hair of yours."

   "All right, you win," I cried, "I'm sorry.  Just leave my hair alone!"

   She shoved me face down on the living room carpet and stood over me.  I
massaged my aching shoulder, and as I turned to look up at her, she
snarled, "Next time you won't get off this easy."

   "I didn't-" I started to say, and she kicked me in the stomach.  The
dull pain in my gut made my eyes water.  "Oooh," I gasped and lay doubled
over on the floor.

   "What the hell is going on here?" I heard our older brother yell.

   "Ron, Al's been acting like a jerk again.  I don't know what to do with
him."

   "It figures," Ron said.  "It's always the same problem.  But I've got a
real easy solution this time.  Al, from now on, you do whatever Kathy tells
you.  Understand me?"

   By now, I was up on my knees, still holding my stomach.  "All I said was
she was having a bad hair day!  And she can't tell me what to do, and
neither can you," I gasped.  "You're only my brother."

   "I'm also your legal guardian, since Mom and Dad passed away.  If you
don't listen to me, maybe I'll have my girlfriend come over and teach you
some manners." He grabbed my collar and pulled me up on my tiptoes.  "Did I
make myself clear?"

   "Yeah," I grumbled, and he let me go.  The last thing I needed was to
see that vulture Sandra; she gave me the creeps.  And she wore these
leather outfits that make her look even creepier.  By now I had gotten my
wind back.  "I'm going up to my room," I said to him, ignoring Kathy.

   Up in my room, I lay on the bed holding my tender stomach.  Life wasn't
fair.  Ron and Kathy took after Dad; Ron was big and barrel-chested, and
even Kathy was much stronger than me.  I took after Mom's side of the
family.  I was slight of build, and my face had soft features.  Worst of
all, my brother and sister were always against me.

   Everyone always liked Kathy because she was pretty; when she wore makeup
she could look like an adult.  I was almost 13, and Ron was only 22, but
now I had to take orders from him.  This never would have happened if Mom
and Dad hadn't died in that plane crash, right after we moved to Los
Angeles.  All my friends were back in Santa Cruz, and now my sister was
pushing me around again.

   Our parents had left us plenty of money, and our lawyer said the new
house was all paid for, but Ron would have to be in charge of the Peterson
household, that is, Kathy and me.  Summer had just started, I didn't have
any friends here, and I was fighting with my sister already.  While I
wallowed in self-pity my sister paid me a visit, carrying a shopping bag.

   "Get up," she ordered me.

   "Go away," I answered.  The next thing I knew, she dragged me to my feet
and twisted my arm behind me again.  She pulled my shirt up over my face,
and then ripped it off.

   "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted.

   "You're supposed to do what I tell you," she said, twisting my head
around so I was nose to nose with her.  "I guess you haven't learned that
yet.  But you will."

   She threw me face down on the carpet, sat on me, and reached into her
shopping bag.

   "Kathy, get off me!  I don't want to play like this," I whined.

   "We aren't playing any more, little brother.  I got this just for you,"
she said, peeling off a strip of duct tape.

   "What are you doing?" I shouted.  This was getting serious.

   She pulled my wrists together behind me, and I felt her slap the tape
against my right wrist.

   "Kathy, stop it!" I pleaded, with panic in my voice.  I struggled to
free myself, but she held me securely as she wrapped layer after layer of
tape around my wrists.  "This isn't funny any more!"

   "It won't be funny for you, but I'm going to enjoy it," she said.  She
pulled me to my feet, and spun me around to face her.

   "You let me go right now!" I demanded.

   She slapped me across the face so hard that my cheek stung, and tears
came to my eyes.  She grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and pulled
my face to within inches of hers.  As I fought back the tears, she looked
me in the eye, and snarled, "Are you telling me what to do, little
brother?"

   "N-n-no," I stammered.  "Please let me go."

   "First I'm going to take your clothes off, and then I'm going to give
you a beating.  Then if you're good I'll let you go.  Is that all right
with you?"

   "Kathy, please-"

   She slapped the other cheek, this time with the back of her hand.  My
head snapped back, and I lost my balance, falling against the side of the
bed.  As I lay slumped there, my ears were still ringing, and I felt tears
trickling down my cheeks.  Finally my head cleared, and I looked up to see
my sister standing over me.

   She kicked me in the side and sneered at me.  "Are you ready for your
beating now?"

   I was too scared to say anything, so I just looked down and nodded my
head.

   She kicked me again, only harder.  "I can't hear you," she said.  "Get
on your knees and beg me to give you a proper beating!"

   I struggled for balance with my hands bound, and lurched forward to my
knees.  This was so humiliating; now I had to beg my sister to beat me. 
But as I crawled forward, the door swung ajar, and I saw my brother.

   "Kathy, you've done enough to him for today.  Leave him alone now."

   "But Ron, you know he deserves it!" she pleaded.

   But Ron just pointed to the door, and Kathy stomped out.

   "Thanks, Ron," I gasped.  "Please untie me.  It hurts where she kicked
me."

   He picked me up, and laid me on the bed.  "Just rest like this now, so
you won't get in any more trouble.  I'll come back and untie you tonight."

   I started to protest, but he walked out anyway.  And so I had to spend
the whole evening tied up on my bed.

   The next day I was out in front of the house when another boy walked
into our yard.  "Is Kathy home?" he asked.

   "Who wants to know?" I asked.

   He came up to me, and while he looked me over, I sized him up.  He was
bigger than me, muscular, and probably a couple of years older.  Suddenly,
he grabbed me by the collar of my knit shirt, and nearly lifted me off the
ground.  "I'm her new boyfriend.  She told me she had a bratty little
brother with long hair like a girl.  Is that you?"

   I didn't agree entirely with the description, but this wasn't the time
to take issue with him.  I nodded my head.  "I'm...I'm her brother," I
stammered.

   He pulled me close to him.  "Then why don't you be a good little boy,
and tell your big sister I'm here?" He shoved me away, sending me sprawling
onto the grass.

   But before I could get up, Kathy had come outside.  She wore a white
halter top that barely covered her breasts, and a pair of blue jeans that
must have been painted on her.  Her long brown hair was pulled straight
back and then hung down over her shoulders.  She had just seen this punk
push me around.  But as I watched, they embraced, and she gave him a French
kiss.  "I see you've met my brother," she said.

   "Yeah," he said.  "Does he always act like a jerk?"

   "Always," she said, giving me a dirty look.  "Like I said, you have to
smack him around just to get his attention."

   "Never mind him," he said.  "You look gorgeous today, so let's get out
of here."

   It figured she was on his side.  I backed away, and they left together.
So I wandered out to the street and down the block.  Then I saw a young
girl sitting out in front of the house next door.  She had dark brown hair
like me, but even longer, and cut in straight bangs across her forehead. 
Best of all, a small pair of breasts lifted her red sweater.  Maybe living
here wouldn't

   be so bad after all.  I introduced myself, and found out her name was
Arcadia.  She was a year older than me.

   "So we're neighbors now," she said.  "I've already met your sister.  But
she didn't mention that she had a little brother."

   In a way that was good.  At least Kathy hadn't poisoned her against me.
"We don't hang around much together.  She's always had her own friends."

   She smiled at me and said, "That's all right.  I'm sure we'll all be
friends."

   That evening, Kathy brought her thug-boyfriend home with her, and she
dragged me down to the basement playroom to give me a proper introduction
to him.  His name was Craig, and when he wasn't feeling up my sister, his
idea of a good time was to try out wrestling moves on me.  He shoved me
around, grabbed me, and slammed me down on the tile floor time after time.

   "I've had enough of this," I said, getting to my feet for the umpteenth
time.

   "You're not going anywhere, sweetie," Kathy said.  "Ron said you had to
do whatever I told you.  And I'm telling you to get back down on the
floor."

   "He didn't mean you could have this goon beat me up!" I yelled.

   In a second, Craig was right in my face.  "Who are you calling a goon,
pretty boy?" he said, shoving my chest.

   I stumbled backward and looked to my sister for help.  "Kathy, make him
leave me alone!"

   "Oh, but I thought boys liked roughhousing like this," she said sweetly.

   Craig threw me face down on the floor, twisted my arm behind my back,
and mashed my nose against the tiles.  "Maybe he isn't a real boy," he
said.

   "Get off me!" I shouted.  "Kathy, get him out of here!"

   "Ron said I could make you do whatever I want, and I think it's time we
took advantage of it." She held up a roll of duct tape, and pulled an
arm's-length of it out.  "Craig, put his wrists together behind his back."

   "Kathy, stop!  This isn't fair!" I pleaded, as Craig pulled my arms
together.

   Kathy wrapped the tape around my wrists several times, and Craig let me
go.  He pulled me up to my knees and left me kneeling in front of them.  I
strained and shook so hard that my hair got in my eyes.  But the tape held
fast.  I could barely see the two of them exchange glances and grin.

   "Still think you can get out of that, little sissy?" Kathy asked.

   "If you don't let me go, I'll scream!"

   "I think he needs to be gagged," Craig said.

   I leaned back from them.  "You better not put that tape over my mouth,"
I warned.

   "Oh, we won't use that to gag you," she said, brushing my hair over my
eyes so I could hardly see anything.

   A moment later Craig sat next to me, and I could finally see that he had
unzipped his pants, and his cock was sticking straight out at me.  "We're
going to gag you with this!" he said.

   I recoiled in horror, tears filling my eyes.  This couldn't happen to
me, not in my own house.  "No, please," I begged.

   My sister took a handful of hair, and guided my head toward Craig's
bright red cock.  "Since you don't like to fight like a boy, maybe you're
interested in more girlish activities.  Like sucking cock."

   "Yeah," Craig snarled, "you're gonna suck my cock until I come all over
your face!"

   Subject: REPOST: ASV02 The Family That Flays Together Stays Together

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   CHAPTER 2: THE FAMILY THAT FLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER

   "No!" I shouted.  "I won't suck his cock.  I'll do anything but that!"

   Kathy pulled my head back, and asked, "Anything?"

   I nodded my head vigorously.  "Anything but that!"

   "Will you try on my dresses and pose for some pictures?"

   "But...but you never want me near your stuff.  Why do you want me to
wear your clothes?"

   "Because I think you'd look adorable in a dress.  Now will you do it or
not?" Then she turned my head back to face Craig's cock.

   "I'll do it!" I blurted out.

   "Then as a sign of good faith, kiss it." She shoved me forward so my
face was flush against his erect cock.  At least kissing it wouldn't be as
bad as putting it in my mouth.  I closed my eyes, kissed it, and leaned
away.

   "Hey, I was looking forward to a blow job!  Is that all I get?" Craig
asked Kathy.

   "For now," she said, and turned to face me, "Unless the little sissy
misbehaves when I take the pictures."

   Kathy ordered me to kneel until they returned, and they left together.
Alone, I was on my knees with my hands bound and had to wait for my sister
and her boyfriend to humiliate me.  What had I ever done to deserve this?
All I could do was feel sorry for myself until they came back with a half
dozen dresses.

   Kathy unwrapped my wrists and told me, "Strip!  You've got sixty
seconds. If I see you wearing anything besides your birthday suit, you'll
be gagging on male meat."

   I practically ripped my clothes off, and in forty-five seconds I stood
before them naked, my hands covering my penis.

   "Don't be modest, sweetie," Kathy said, raising her camera.  "Put your
hands up over your head now!"

   I frowned and looked down at my member.  Reluctantly I put my hands up,
and when I looked back at Kathy, I saw the flashbulb go off.

   "Now put your hand on your hip like a good little fag," she said.  "And
then your other hand up on your shoulder to toss your hair.  And pout for
me.  Come on, let's see those lips.  I want to see a nice pouty look on
your face."

   She finally got the sexy look she wanted, and the flashbulb went off
again.

   "Now cross your ankles, and point your feet outward like a pretty little
ballerina," she commanded me.  And when I did, she took a couple more
photos of me.

   "Are we having fun yet, little brother?"

   I shook my head.  "Kathy, can I put some clothes on now?" I begged.

   "Sure you can, sweetie," she cooed.  "So that's why you look so unhappy.
You don't like being naked, do you?"

   I shook my head again, fighting back the tears, and Craig kept
snickering at me.

   "I've got just the thing for you," she said, holding up a training bra.

   "No...I didn't mean that-"

   "Oh, don't worry, I'll help you put it on," she said, spinning me
around. A moment later she had me in the bra, and ordered me, "Now fondle
your new breasts!"

   I had no choice, and fondled myself as the flashbulb went off again.

   "Let's get the faggot into the rest of his clothes," Craig said.  "He'll
look cute in that little red number of yours."

   The next thing I knew, I was climbing into a pair of stockings and a
garter belt, and my sister zipped me into a red tafetta dress.  My legs
were encased in nylon, and the dress rustled whenever I moved.

   "Now lift up your dress and pretend to adjust your garter," she said. 
And the camera flash went off again.

   "Good, now cross your wrists at your waist, and put your hands together
palm to palm like a good little sissy," she ordered me.

   As I did do, she snapped another picture.  And the ordeal went on.  For
the next half hour, she must have taken twenty Polaroids of me, some naked,
but most in her outfits.  She kept telling me to smile for the camera, and
Craig kept taunting me.  Most ominous of all, his cock was about to burst
his pants the whole time.

   Finally she stripped me again, and left me sitting me on the floor.  "I
can hardly wait to show these to Ron!  And wait until Sandra gets to see
them."

   "Who's Sandra?" Craig asked.

   "She's my big brother's girlfriend.  She is one hot blonde, always
wearing these leather and rubber outfits.  I'm sure she'll have some good
ideas about dressing up the little sissy."

   Just what I needed.  My brother's bitchy girlfriend getting her hands on
me.  This was going too far.  "I'm not a sissy!" I shouted at her.

   "Oh, no?  Well if you're such a stud, I'd like to see you jerk off right
now."

   My mouth dropped open.  I couldn't believe it.  "Here?  Right now?  In
front of both of you?"

   "And on camera, sweetie.  I've got a few pictures left.  Or would you
rather listen to that tafetta dress rustling as we walk around the block a
couple of times?"

   I hesitated for a moment.  I couldn't go out in that red dress.  Then
she added, "And after we show you off around the neighborhood, then you can
get Craig off!"

   "Now that's more like it," the big oaf said, leering at me.

   There was no way out.  I grabbed my cock and started stroking it.  I was
so embarrassed I couldn't even look at them as I got it hard, and finally
some cum spurted out onto the floor as the camera flash went off.

   "Can I go now?" I mumbled as I looked down.  "Are you through with me?"

   "Almost," she said.  "But you've made a mess in here.  My dear little
brother, I'd really appreciate it if you cleaned the floor."

   "All right," I said, starting to get up.

   But she pushed me back down to my knees.  "No, stay down there," she
said, smiling at me.  "Use your tongue."

   I stared in horror at the line of white goo on the carpet.

   "Do you want some fresh cum instead?" Craig snarled at me.

   Tears welled up in my eyes as I bent forward to lick it up.

   "Look, he's going to cry," Craig taunted me.  "The little faggot is
going to cry."

   I couldn't help but cry.  As I lapped up the salty goo, Kathy took
another picture, and then one more of me on my knees with tears streaming
down my face.

   "Now put on my white lace dress, and go to your room for the rest of the
day," she ordered me.  She waved the last photo in my face.  "You're going
to be a good little sissy from now on, unless you want me to start showing
everyone our new family album."

   I put on the dress and hurried up to my room, my face in my hands.  Now
my sister could blackmail me with those pictures.

   * * * * *

   The next day, Arcadia came over to see Kathy, but I met her in the
backyard.  I hoped if I

   intercepted her first, I could keep Kathy from telling her what happened
yesterday.

   "Would you like to go to the park with me?" I asked.  "We can get some
ice cream."

   "Well, I came over to see Kathy.  She had a fight with Craig over the
phone this morning,

   and I wanted to talk with her.  I guess it can wait."

   That was interesting.  Kathy had a fight with Craig?  Maybe if they were
fighting with

   each other, they'd leave me alone.  We turned to go, but then I saw
Craig open our gate.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked.

   "I came to see your big sister, brat," he said, walking up the driveway
toward me.

   "I doubt she wants to see you, though," I said, hoping I'd find out
what's going on.

   "Maybe you're right," he said.  "Arcadia, would you like to go out with
me?"

   "We were just on our way out," I said.

   "I asked the girl, not you," he snapped.

   "Oh, I don't know..." she said.

   "Arcadia, tell him to get lost.  He broke up with my sister, and now he
just wants to use

   you."

   "Shut up, you little bastard!" he shouted, and grabbed me by the shirt.

   "I know!" Arcadia said, smiling.  "Why don't you boys settle this among
yourselves?

   Meanwhile I'll go talk to Kathy."

   She started off, and Craig shoved me backwards, sending me stumbling
against the

   house.

   "Hurry back!" he shouted to her.  "This won't take long!"

   I got up and tried to run, but he tackled me, and threw me down in the
grass.  He sat on

   my chest, making me gasp for air.

   "Let's make Arcadia's decision a real easy one," he said, and punched me
in the face.  I

   screamed, but he had me pinned to the ground, and hit me on the side of
the face over and over.

   I was dazed and helpless when he pulled me to my feet, and threw me face
first against the

   concrete garage.

   I don't even remember hitting the ground.  I woke up out on the grass in
late afternoon

   with a headache, a split lip, and a lump on my forehead.  I staggered
inside to find Kathy

   showing Ron the pictures of me in her dresses (or not in them, in some
cases.)

   "I want him to dress up like a girl from now on," she said.  "Look at
the T-shirt and jeans

   he's wearing.  We're new in this neighborhood, and no one here knows
he's supposed to be a

   boy."

   "You can't do that to me," I shouted, and my head hurt even more.

   "I don't think so," Ron said.  "We'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe
for him."

   I breathed a sigh of relief.  At least my big brother wasn't going to
let her make me into a

   girl.

   "No we won't," Kathy said.  "He can wear my stuff.  I've got a lot of
clothes I've just about

   outgrown, and they'll fit him perfect now."

   That's my sister.  She can be so accommodating when she wants to.

   "Besides, Mom bought me some really frilly dresses that I never wore. 
They're just too

   feminine-looking for me.  But I think the sissy will look good in them."

   "All right, " Ron said.  "We'll try it for a little while.  But start
with just the underwear, so

   he can get used to it."

   "Ron, no!" I screamed.  "I won't do it!"

   "You'll do what we tell you to," he shouted, and then he grabbed me by
the arm, and

   pulled me to him.  "Kathy, get me the roll of duct tape in the drawer."

   Don't we ever run out of duct tape?  I struggled, but he twisted my arm
behind me, and

   threw me on the kitchen floor.  He held me face down on the floor as
Kathy taped my wrists

   together.

   "Sandra's coming over any minute, and I'm sure she'll be delighted to
get reacquainted

   with you," he said.

   Oh, no.  Sandra always hated me.  "Ron, please let me go," I whined. 
"Craig already

   beat me up today."

   But he just tousled my hair, and it got in my eyes.  "You can't get
along with anyone, can

   you?  Now be a good little sissy," he said, "and stay right there."

   "Ron, will you please untie-" I started, but then Kathy jumped on my
back, knocking the

   wind out of me.

   "I can hardly wait till Sandra gets here," Kathy said.

   Me neither, I thought, gasping for air.

   Soon the doorbell rang, and a minute later Ron and Sandra were standing
over me, with

   Kathy perched on my back.

   "I'd get up," Kathy told them, "but I feel so comfortable here."

   Sandra was a tall blonde whose large breasts my brother worshipped.  But
like many

   beautiful women, she was a bitch.  She fixed me with a cold stare, and I
knew I was in trouble.

   She was wearing a black leather outfit, with high-heeled boots, and she
carried an oversized

   gym bag.  Sandra flipped through those awful Polaroid photos, and her
expression didn't even

   change.  You'd think she saw pictures like that every day.

   "It's time you learned some discipline," she said, taking a white corset
out of her bag.

   "Kathy, strip the little sissy."

   "All right!" she said, and started pulling my clothes off.  Soon she had
me stripped from

   the waist down, and said, "I can't get this shirt over his wrists."

   Sandra handed her a knife and said, "Cut it off.  He won't need those
boy clothes any

   more, will he?"

   Kathy grinned from ear to ear, but all I could see was the light
glinting off the knife blade

   as I looked up at her.  In moments, she had me on my back naked, with my
wrists taped behind

   me.

   "Now let's see how that corset looks on you," Sandra said.

   Kathy stood me up, and Sandra laced the corset around me tighter and
tighter until I

   thought it was going to smother me.  In a few moments I stood clad in
panties, stockings, and a

   training bra my sister generously donated.

   Sandra stood over me, and lifted my chin.  "Now, are you ready for your
spanking?" she

   asked.

   "No!  You can't spank me!" I said, and backed away to the far wall of
the kitchen.

   "Come on, sweetie," she said, beckoning to me, "What are you doing all
the way over

   there?"

   "Leave me alone," I begged.  "Ron, don't let her hit me!"

   Sandra took a leather paddle from her bag and snarled, "Come over here
now and get

   your spanking.  Unless you'd like a good beating."

   But my feet were anchored to the floor, and my back to the wall.  I
wasn't going to budge.

   Sandra moved in on me, and all I could do was slide along the wall into
the corner.  Then, half-naked and trapped in the corner with my hands bound
behind me, I could only stare

   up at the leather-clad woman brandishing a paddle.

   "Shame on you for making me chase after you," she said.  "Now you're
going to learn a

   lesson." She grabbed a handful of hair, and dragged me over to the
table. She sat down, and

   threw me over her knee.  "Pay attention, Kathy.  I'm going to show you
how to discipline your

   little brother."

   "Let me go-" I screamed.  "You can't-"

   The paddle landed, stinging my bottom.

   "Ow, stop it!" I shouted.

   She hit me twice more, once on each cheek, and both were burning.

   "You're hurting me," I whined.

   "Oh, you're hurting me," Kathy taunted me.  "Can I hit him now, Sandra?"

   But Sandra rubbed my sore butt with her palm.  "Does that feel better,
sweetie?"

   "No!" I shouted.  "Let me go!"

   "Oh, you've got a lot more coming," she said, and I felt the smooth
leather of the paddle

   gently sliding back and forth across my butt.  She lifted the paddle,
and I felt cool air against my

   bottom for a moment.  Then I felt another stinging blow.

   Tears came to my eyes as she hit me another dozen times.  My poor butt
was on fire,

   and no matter how much I squirmed, she just kept hitting me.  I tried
not to cry, but finally I was

   sobbing, warm tears rolling down my cheeks.

   "Kathy, look at how nice and red his ass is," Sandra said
matter-of-factly.  "That's what

   you want to do.  You can give him a good beating without leaving any
welts or scars.  This way

   you don't mark him up, but the little bastard won't want to sit down for
a couple of days.  Would

   you like to try it?"

   Kathy grabbed the paddle from her, pulled my hair back from my face, and
looked me

   straight in the eye.  "You're going to get it now," she said, sneering
at me.

   "No," I begged.  "Please, I've had enough."

   "Can we shut him up?" Kathy asked Sandra.  "I don't want to listen to
his whining.

   Ron handed Kathy the roll of duct tape.

   "No, don't tape his mouth," Sandra said, "He needs a proper gag."

   Oh, God forbid I should be improperly gagged when they beat me. 
Helpless, I watched

   as Sandra rummaged through her bag, and pulled out what looked like a
rubber cock with a strap

   attached to it.

   "This is a penis gag," she announced.  "It'll keep the little darling
quiet, and get him used

   to having a cock in his mouth." She pressed the tip of the gag against
my mouth.

   I clenched my teeth and shook my head.  A moment later my bottom got
stung.  Then

   another whack.  And another.  I bucked and squirmed, but Sandra held me
down.  My sister was

   swinging the paddle with both hands.  I opened my mouth to scream and
Sandra shoved the

   penis gag in.  She strapped it around my head, and tied it in place. 
"Now teach him to be more

   cooperative," she told Kathy.

   Kathy warmed to the task of warming my butt.  She hit me over and over
as I sobbed into

   the gag and kicked my legs.  My whole body glistened with sweat, my butt
was on fire, and I

   squealed in agony, waiting for the next blow to fall.  Finally she
stopped.

   "Whew, I'm tired," Kathy said, "I never knew beating him up could be so
much work."

   "Kathy, you need to work on your stamina," Ron said.  "I'll bet Sandra
could do a

   lot better."

   "Noooo," I moaned into my gag.

   But Sandra didn't hit me.  She spent the next two hours teaching the
others how to tie me

   up.  She explained the proper use of handcuffs, spreader bars, arm
binders, and all the other

   bondage stuff she brought along.

   Finally, Ron and Sandra left me with Kathy, and I spent the whole day
bound, gagged,

   and helpless, while she took more pictures of me.  Finally Kathy took
the gag out, made me

   kneel, and held a bunch of grapes over my head.

   "So how do you like having a cock in your mouth, little crybaby?" she
asked.

   I didn't say anything, but just opened and closed my jaw to get the
feeling back in it.

   "Hungry, sweetie?  You haven't had a thing to eat all day."

   My jaw ached from the gag, and I tried to reach the grapes, but I
couldn't reach them.

   Finally I gave up.  Maybe they were sour anyway.

   But then Kathy threw them on the floor in front of me.  "Eat up, sissy!
Now!"

   I was so hungry I gobbled the grapes as fast as I could.  Then she
blindfolded me, and

   left me alone on the floor.  All I could do was lie on the floor in the
dark with that damn corset

   choking me.

   I had lost all track of time, when my blindfold was pulled off.  Kathy
threw a red sweater

   and a pair of red jeans in my face.

   "Sandra gave the name of a beauty salon in a shopping center a few
blocks from here.

   You're going to have your hair done."

   "Kathy, please let me go," I begged.  "I don't want to have my hair
done. I've had a long

   day.  I don't even want to go out."

   "I didn't ask you what you want.  I've made the appointment, and I'm
taking you there

   now.  Is that clear?"

   I just nodded my head.  At least she'd untie me, and I could stretch my
muscles.  Half an

   hour later, we showed up at the salon, but the sign on the door said,
"Closed." I was saved!

   "Too bad," I said, "they're closed."

   But then a young blonde woman came to the door and opened it for us. 
"I'm Jennifer.

   You must be Kathy and the little sissy," she said.  "Sandra told me to
expect you."

   "But I thought you were closed," I said, pointing at the sign.  "The
sign said closed."

   "I work on special customers like you by appointment only," Jennifer
said.  "That way you

   can feel more comfortable when I make you look pretty."

   I made a face.  I was wearing girl's underwear, and now I had to have my
hair done like a

   girl.

   "That's very considerate of Jennifer, isn't it, sissy?" Kathy said, as
Jennifer led me inside.

   "How should we do his hair?" Jennifer asked my sister.  Apparently my
opinion didn't

   matter.

   "We could have you wear your hair in straight bangs, like Arcadia,"
Kathy suggested to me.

   Before I could answer, Jennifer said, "Bangs can be cute, but they're
too masculine.

   Lots of boys have bangs.  We don't want anyone to confuse this little
sissy with a boy."

   I winced.  She thinks I'd look too masculine with bangs?  Jennifer was
even worse than

   my sister.

   "Anything you say," Kathy said.  "Just make him look beautiful."

   "I know!  We'll part his hair in the middle just like yours, Kathy, only
I'll put long soft curls

   in it," Jennifer said.

   And she dragged me off to shampoo my hair.  I could hardly move in the
corset, and

   Jennifer practically had to shove me into a reclining chair.  I lay
there with me head in a sink as I

   tried to arch my back to keep my aching butt off the chair.

   Half an hour later, she had styled my hair, set it in rollers, and had
me sitting under a

   hair dryer.  I squirmed because my butt hurt so much, but that only made
it worse.

   "Jennifer, my little brother isn't the first boy to have his hair styled
here, is he?"

   "No, of course not.  But most of the boys don't have their hair done in
curls like this."

   "Are any of the other boys cute?" Kathy asked.

   Just like my sister, I thought, trying to find boys at my expense.

   "Some are really cute, but almost all of them are gay."

   "Well, that doesn't help me any, but maybe this little sissy would like
to meet some of

   them," Kathy said.

   "What are you trying to-" I started.

   "Sure, I can arrange that," Jennifer interrupted me.  "Would you like to
meet a fag?"

   I was shocked.  Speechless.  How could they even think that?

   "I think that's a great idea," Kathy said.  "Wouldn't you like to meet a
boy a little older

   than you?  Someone more experienced, who can teach you how to be a fag?"

   "No!  Kathy, don't make me do this!" I said, my eyes filling with tears.


   "Someone who'll bend you over a chair and make you like it?" she said,
leering at me.

   I bowed my head as tears rolled down my cheeks.

   "Oh, don't cry, sweetie, I'll find you a real nice boy, I promise,"
Jennifer said.  "I doubt

   he'll be as sissified as you, but I'm sure lots of my customers would
like to meet you."

   Kathy giggled.  "And we can keep trying until we find the right one."

   "No, please don't make me meet any boys," I sobbed.

   "Tell you what, little sissy.  As long as you're a perfect little slave
girl at home, I won't

   have Jennifer introduce you to any of her friends.  But if you step out
of line just once, you're

   going to be a party girl."

   "I'll do anything you want around the house!  I'll wear anything you
want, I promise!"

   "If the little faggot changes his mind, just let me know," Jennifer
said. "He's a cutie, and I

   know lots of boys who'd love to get their hands on him."

   Subject: REPOST: ASV03 Bathing Beauty

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 3: BATHING BEAUTY

   The next day I slept until noon, handcuffed to the wrought iron
headboard of my bed.  I

   was still stiff from the beatings Craig and Kathy had given me, and even
my face ached when

   she woke me up and dangled a white string bikini over me.

   Five minutes later, she had me wearing it at poolside in our backyard.
The pool was

   thirty feet long, with chairs and recliner lounges scattered around it.
Our backyard was enclosed

   by a tall wooden fence, so no one could see in, unless one of our
neighbors tried to climb over it.

   Still, I hated being outside, especially in a bikini.  She spread a
beach towel on the deck next to

   the deep end of the pool, and made me lie on it.  Next she handcuffed my
hands over my head to

   the pool ladder, and taped my ankles together.

   "I'm going swimming now," she said, kneeling beside me.  "And you're
going to stay right

   here on your back."

   "For how long?" I asked.

   She slapped me across the face, making me wince.

   "And you're going to be quiet, too.  If I see you move or hear you say a
word, I'll dump

   you in the pool."

   And so I lay there in the sun listening to my sister swim and splash
around in the water

   for at least an hour before she climbed out and came over to inspect me.

   "I think you're done on this side, sweetie.  Turn over."

   Not daring to speak, I rolled over on my stomach.

   "That's better," she said.  "You're so pale, you need some color on your
back.  Of course

   you'll have a tan line, but that's the whole idea, isn't it?  So stay
there until I come back."

   Oh, no!  In this string bikini I was getting a girl's tan.  How could I
ever go to the beach or

   anywhere else bare-chested this summer?

   After an hour on my back, Kathy marched me inside and stripped me.  Then
she had me

   on the living room floor naked with my hands tied behind my back.  She
lashed my ankles with

   another piece of cord, and drew my legs up, tying my ankles to my wrists
in a secure hogtie.

   Sandra had taught her well.

   "Wait right there," she said, "I have to make a phone call."

   I couldn't hear her phone conversation, but when she hung up she was
kind enough to

   tell me we were expecting company.

   "We can't have company over with me like this!  You have to untie me.  I
have to put

   some clothes on!"

   "Would you like to wear this?" she asked, grinning at me as she held up
the dreaded

   white corset.

   "Please let me go.  I'll put that thing on if you untie me."

   But then the doorbell rang.  I turned to the door and then back to my
sister.  Who could

   be here already?  A moment later, Arcadia was standing over me.  How
could things get any

   worse?  Now I was tied up and naked in front of the girl who got me beat
up yesterday.

   Arcadia looked down at me and giggled.  "Hi, sweetie."

   "Arcadia, I didn't want you to see me like this," I groaned.

   "It's all right.  Kathy told me you were all tied up, but I like you
that way."

   "Will you girls please let me go?" I begged.

   Kathy grabbed my hair and I screamed as she pulled me up to my knees.

   Arcadia moved in to take a closer look at me and said, "You're a cute
little guy, aren't

   you?  I love your suntan!"

   "He really should have been born a girl," Kathy said, and I gasped as
she grabbed my

   flaccid penis!

   "Kathy, what are you doing?" I strained against the ropes, but that just
made her angry,

   and she pulled on my cock.  "Stop it!  Please don't do that, " I begged.

   Kathy let go, and Arcadia laughed so hard she could hardly talk. 
Finally she held the

   corset in front of me and asked, "Is this yours, Al?"

   Before I could answer, Kathy said, "Of course it's his.  I wouldn't wear
anything like that."

   "Then I'd like you to wear it when we go out," she told me.

   "You want me to go out with you?  But you had Craig beat me up."

   "I made a mistake.  I thought I wanted a big, strong guy.  But now I've
decided that I'd

   rather date a pathetic little wimp I can push around.  You'll forgive
me, won't you?"

   Naked and helpless on my knees, I could be very forgiving.  "We can go
out whenever

   you want.  I'll do whatever you want.  Now will you untie me?  These
ropes are starting to hurt."

   The two girls looked at each other, and then Kathy untied my wrists.  I
rubbed my wrists,

   and then I struggled to undo the ropes on my ankles.

   No sooner had I gotten free than Kathy ordered me up to my feet, and
wrapped the

   corset around me.  The two girls laced it up, and now it seemed like my
whole body was in

   bondage.

   "Kathy, I can't breathe," I gasped.

   "Stop whining, you little wimp," she snarled.  Then she planted her knee
in my back, and

   pulled the laces even tighter.  I felt the restrictive boning of the
corset all around me.  I gasped

   for air, and my legs got weak.  The two girls had to hold me up until I
got my breath.  I could only take shallow breaths with this awful thing
wrapped around me.

   "Now put on your bra and panties," Kathy commanded me.  She pointed at
the sofa,

   where I saw a training bra, and even worse, a pair of pink panties.

   "But that's not my underwear," I complained.

   "It is now, sweetie.  Sisters share their stuff, and I'm giving you some
of my old

   underwear.  See, I take care of my little sister," she said, and both
girls giggled.

   Reluctantly, I stepped into the panties, but after several failed
attempts with the bra,

   Kathy grabbed me, and helped me into it none too gently.

   "Al, you just look so adorable," Arcadia cooed.  "I think we should go
out just like that."

   "I'd get arrested," I said.  But I had the nagging feeling that whatever
they made me wear

   over this stuff might not be much better.

   "Now hurry up and get dressed," Kathy told me.  "If you keep Arcadia
waiting, she might

   get real mad at you."

   "But what should I wear?"

   "Anything you want," she yelled.  "Now move it!" She smacked me on my
pantied butt to

   send me on my way.

   I hurried upstairs, but I could only get halfway before I had to rest.
This horrible corset

   was strangling me.  When I finally got upstairs, I thought about getting
out of this awful

   underwear.  But when I looked in my dresser, all my underwear was gone.
Kathy had left me

   some frilly and lacy stuff that made me sick.  So I picked out a blue
sweatshirt which was baggy

   enough to hide my new girlish figure.  Blue jeans and tennis shoes made
me look like a boy

   again.

   Once I was downstairs again, Kathy made me turn around and model my
clothes.  She

   tucked my hair under a baseball cap, and said, "Not bad.  "You might
even fool people into

   thinking you're a real boy instead of a little sissy."

   "Thanks sis, I love you, too," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm.

   Kathy nearly turned purple, and shoved me toward the door.  Then she
took Arcadia

   aside and whispered something to her.  I only saw Arcadia nod her head
before she joined me

   and we left together.

   Once we were safely outside, I asked her, "What did Kathy tell you in
there?"

   "You'll find out," she said.  "It's such a nice day, let's go to the
park."

   That was an order, not a request, so we headed for the park, five blocks
away.  We were

   almost there when Arcadia asked, "It's awfully warm for you to be
wearing a sweatshirt.  Don't

   you think you'd be more comfortable if you took it off?"

   Underneath my sweatshirt was a bra, and a corset which was even less
comfortable.

   "Please don't make me take my sweatshirt off," I begged.  "Do you know
what will happen to me

   if anyone sees me like this?"

   She grinned, and the mischievous look in her eyes was not a good sign.
But she just led

   me over to a picnic table.

   "I'll be right back," she said.  "I'll buy the soft drinks, since you
forgot your purse."

   "Thanks a lot," I said.  Now I had a moment to think about my
predicament in general,

   and Arcadia in particular.  Did she hate me like Kathy, or did she just
want to have fun teasing

   me?  She was on her way back from the refreshment stand when a
motorcycle drove right by

   her.

   "Watch where you're going, you big idiot!" she shouted.  "You could have
hit me."

   The biker parked near our table and said, "No harm, no foul, little
girl."

   Arcadia ran up to the big biker.  Then, as I watched in amazement, that
sweet angelfaced little girl looked up at him, and she spit on his black
leather jacket.  The look on the biker's

   face suggested that he didn't understand Arcadia either.  For a moment
he just stroked his

   straggly beard as he stared at the spit on his jacket.  Arcadia must not
have gotten the reaction

   she wanted, because she walked over to his motorcycle and kicked it
over.

   Now the expression on his face changed, and not for the better.  He
started toward

   Arcadia, who ran straight to me, with the biker in hot pursuit.

   "You better leave me alone, you big jerk," she shouted at him.  "My
boyfriend will protect

   me!"

   I could hardly move in the corset anyway, and now I was frozen like a
deer caught in

   headlights, as the burly man closed in on me.  He grabbed me by the
shirt with one hand, and

   lifted me off the ground.

   "I...I didn't do anything," I stammered.  If he pulled my sweatshirt up
any further, the

   corset would show.  If I were lucky he might kill me first.

   "Your girlfriend has a real bad attitude," he snarled.

   "Yes, sir," I chirped, as my voice cracked.  "I've been meaning to talk
to her about that.  If

   you let me go-"

   But he yanked me off my feet and dragged me into a nearby public rest
room.

   "I didn't do anything," I pleaded.  "She's the one who did it."

   "Yeah, spitting on me and knocking my bike over was all her idea.  And
you weren't

   going to have a good laugh about it," he said, as he pulled me into a
stall.

   He knocked my baseball cap off, and my lovely curls spilled into my
eyes. Then he

   slammed me up against the stall partition and held me there with his
right hand on my throat.  "I

   think punks like you need to have more respect for other people.  You
need to be more civilized,

   and mostly you need to learn some manners."

   "Yes sir," I said.  My knees shook, and tears filled my eyes, blurring
my vision.  I tried to

   shake the hair out of my eyes, when he hit me in the belly.  He yelled
and let go of me, as I

   doubled over on the floor.  I clutched my stomach against the dull
throbbing pain, and tried to get

   my wind back.  After an eternity, I looked up at him through a veil of
hair.

   "What the hell are you wearing?" he yelled, rubbing his left hand.  Then
he grabbed my

   sweatshirt, and pulled it all over my head in a single motion.  I tried
to pull my shirt back, but he

   threw it out of the stall.  All I could do was hold my stomach, as I
knelt on the floor, my bra and

   corset exposed.

   "Let's see what else you got under there, you little freak," he said,
and grabbed for my

   belt.

   "No!" I cried, and tried to push him away.

   He twisted a handful of hair, wrenched my head back, and then pulled me
to my feet.  I

   squirmed and struggled as he pulled my hair.  As I grabbed for his arm,
he hit me on the side of

   the face.  The punch landed flush on my cheek, and I went down in a
heap. I was dazed and

   helpless as he stripped me of my shoes and pants.  Then, as I lay on the
floor semiconscious, I

   heard him slam the toilet seat and start relieving himself.

   Slowly I came to my senses, and I sat up, holding my head.  "Please, no
more," I

   pleaded.  "I didn't do anything.  And I'll never do it again."

   "You're damn right you won't," he said, as he twisted my arms behind my
back and made

   me kneel over the toilet.

   He made me look down at the bright yellow fluid, and it stank something
awful.

   "Oh, God, no!" I begged, tears running down my face.

   He held my wrists together with one hand, and took hold of my hair with
his other.  The

   stench of urine made me gasp and cough as he yanked my head back, and
then plunged my

   face into the toilet.  I shut my eyes, but the piss got in my mouth and
nose.  He held me under

   until I thought I would pass out, and then he finally let me come up for
air.  I sputtered and felt

   like I was ready to vomit as he held me there, my face barely two inches
from the surface of the

   piss.

   "Now listen to me, you little bastard!  I'm going to get rid of your
clothes, and I'll be right

   back.  You're going to stay right here with your face in the toilet, you
got that?  Because when I

   get back, if your face isn't sitting in that piss, I'm gonna drown you
in it.  Understand me?"

   "Yes, sir," I whispered, nodding my head just above the piss.

   He slammed the toilet seat down on me, and I heard him pick up my
clothes and leave.

   So I waited, wrinkling my nose from the stench, and afraid to move. 
Minutes went by,

   and he still hadn't come back.  Did he drive off?  I couldn't hear too
well with my head in the

   toilet.  Should I get out and make a run for it?  In my corset?

   Subject: REPOST:ASV04 The Girl Next Door

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 4: THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

   The acrid stench made my eyes water.  Finally I couldn't stand the smell
any more, so I

   pushed back from the toilet.  I peeked outside the stall, and the biker
was gone.  My stomach

   aching, I crawled out of the stall, and struggled to my feet.  I dragged
myself over to the sink, and

   looked in the mirror.  The side of my face was already starting to
swell, my hair was matted with

   urine, and I stunk to high heaven.  I ran cold water, and tried to wash
the smell out of my hair.

   It took me a few minutes to clean myself up as best I could, and then I
sank to my knees.

   Even if the biker was gone, I couldn't walk home dressed like this.  But
I couldn't stay here

   because the biker might come back.  Finally I peeked outside to see if
the coast was clear.

   I was relieved to see Arcadia sitting on a park bench.

   She waved to me, and got up.  "I saw that biker guy leave with your
clothes, so I went

   home to bring you something to wear.  Just on the off chance you were
still alive."

   I heaved a sigh of relief.  I was all beat up, but at least I could go
home.  She handed a

   piece of clothing through the crack of the door to me.  I unfolded it,
and was horrified to find it

   was a pink spring dress.

   "Don't you have any sweaters or jeans?"

   "Well, I never," she huffed.  "Talk about gratitude.  It was the first
thing I grabbed from

   my closet, but if you don't want it, I'll take it away."

   Beggars can't be choosers, right?  "No!  I'll wear it," I said, and
quickly stepped into the

   pretty dress.  She giggled when I stepped outside.

   "You better walk on the other side of me so you'll be upwind.  No
offense, Al, but you

   smell something awful."

   I looked around.  Would anyone recognize what I was in this dress?  The
dress was wet,

   and I could see the corset through it.  Turns out I didn't need to
worry. In Los Angeles no one

   walked anywhere this time of afternoon.  Thank Heaven for the automobile
culture.  So we didn't

   meet anyone on the way, and somehow I dragged my aching body home, with
Arcadia teasing

   me the whole way.

   Kathy met me at the door.  "Love your new dress, little faggot.  Looks
like you've had all

   the sarcasm beaten out of you."

   Before I could say anything Ron took one look at me, laughed, and said,
"You look like

   you've ridden hard and put away wet."

   Kathy went to take a better look at my swollen face and drew back. 
"Yeah, tell us all the

   gory details.  After you take a bath."

   * * * * *

   The next day, I woke up to find a pair of stockings on my dresser.  I
wasn't in any shape

   for a fight, so I put them on and went down to have breakfast with my
brother and sister.

   "You look darling in those stockings with that cute floral pattern,"
Kathy said.  "Arcadia

   and I are going to the video arcade today, and we'd like you to come
along."

   "I'm not going outside dressed like a girl," I said.  My face was all
bruised and swollen

   and my stomach still hurt.  I'd taken enough from her, and I was going
to stand my ground this

   time.

   "Sweetie, you can wear your regular clothes over my underwear, but you
ARE coming

   with us!"

   "Al, you'd better go with her," Ron said.  "And no one will know what
you're wearing."

   "All right," I groaned.  I didn't want to have any part of Arcadia or
Kathy, but now I had to

   go out again.

   We met Arcadia at her house, and she expressed displeasure with my
clothes.

   "Really, Al.  A sweater and jeans.  Don't you have any prettier clothes
than that?"

   "I'm wearing my pretty clothes underneath," I groaned.

   So we all walked to the arcade.  I didn't have any money, so I just hung
out watching

   other kids play games, while the two girls spent their time checking out
the boys.  Finally, they

   dragged me over to a picture booth.

   "Come on, we're all getting our picture taken together," Kathy said.

   But after we stepped behind the curtain, Arcadia held my arms, and Kathy
pulled my

   pants down.  I struggled against the girls in vain, as Kathy ripped the
velcro snaps on my shoes

   open, and pulled my shoes and pants off.

   "What are you doing?" I whispered.  "There's lots of kids here."

   "Bend over," she ordered me.

   "Why?  Haven't you taken enough pictures of me?"

   "We're not here to take your picture," Arcadia cooed.

   "Here's one of Sandra's toys that she didn't tell you about," Kathy
said, holding up a

   flesh-colored, tapered rubber wedge.  "I'm going to shove this up your
ass."

   My heart was pounding as I stared at that ugly thing.  "I won't do it!
There's no way you

   can make me do it!"

   "Suit yourself," Kathy said.  "We'll be on our way now.  You can explain
to all the other

   boys here why you're dressed like that."

   My mouth dropped open.  I was trapped in an arcade wearing girl's
underwear.

   "See, I'm afraid your disguise has been penetrated," Kathy said, and
threw the curtain

   open.

   "And that's not the only thing that's going to be penetrated today,"
Arcadia said, giggling.

   "No, wait," I whispered as loud as I could without attracting attention.
"I'll do it," I said,

   and pulled the curtain shut.

   As the two girls snickered, I had to get down on my knees and offer my
butt in the air for

   their pleasure.  I felt Kathy squirt some lubricant onto me, and then
start working the plug into me as I gritted my teeth.

   "Relax, sweetie," she said.  "You're making this hurt more than it
should.  If you want to

   be a real girl, you're going to have to get used to wearing a butt
plug."

   "Oooh," I moaned, squirming as the plug forced its way further inside
me. Tears of

   shame rolled down my cheeks as she shoved it all the way in.  Finally my
sphincter muscles

   closed around it.

   "Now wipe those tears away, sweetie," Kathy jeered at me.  "There's a
whole world out

   there waiting to see you!"

   At least they let me dress and compose myself for a minute before I had
to face that

   world.  They pulled the curtain open, and I stepped outside, the butt
plug making me walk stifflegged as it forced me forward.  I looked around
in fear, sure that everyone could tell what had

   happened to me.  But even though the girls couldn't keep straight faces,
no one else paid

   attention to a young boy with red eyes hobbling out of the arcade.

   That night, I just wanted to go to bed, but Kathy had other ideas.

   "I have a date with Craig tonight, and he'll be over soon."

   "I thought you broke up with Craig," I said.

   "I did, but we've made up.  See, he got all upset because I didn't make
you suck his

   cock.  In all fairness, I tried to be nice to you, but I didn't want to
lose a boyfriend over it.  You

   can understand that, can't you?"

   "I guess so, but what does this have to do with me?"

   "Well, after we broke up, the first thing he did was go out with
Arcadia. I couldn't very

   well have him going out with my new best friend, what with all the
tension that would cause.  So

   we agreed to make up.  That's where you come in."

   "Where I come in?" I didn't like the sound of that.

   "See, this whole problem started when you didn't give him a blow job. 
He was just so

   disappointed.  Now to set things right, you're going to be very
accomodating tonight."

   "Wait a minute-"

   "On your knees, little sissy.  Craig will be here any minute, and I want
to make sure

   you're tied up nice and tight."

   I groaned and knelt before my sister.  She quickly wrapped a few loops
of rope around

   my wrists, and cinched them tight.  Then she expertly bound my ankles,
cross-legged, forcing my

   knees wide apart.  She bound my ankles to my wrists, and I couldn't move
an inch.

   "Kathy, everything hurts.  It's too tight," I pleaded.

   Then the doorbell rang.  "Just in time!  Here, maybe sucking on this
will take your mind

   off everything else," she said, nudging a penis gag between my teeth. 
She tied it around my

   head, and giggled.  "Go on, you need the practice," she called to me as
she strolled out the door.

   I had to wait there on the floor thinking about my fate, bound and
gagged, until I heard

   them coming up the stairs.  But they had let me go once before.  Maybe I
could talk them out of

   it.  Once I got the gag out of my mouth, anyway.  Maybe Kathy just
wanted to take some more

   pictures of me, and she just wanted to scare me.  Tied up like this, I'd
be happy to pose for them

   now.  A moment later, Craig and my sister stood over me.

   "You don't need to suck on that fake cock any more, faggot," he said. 
"It's time for the

   real thing." And as I watched, he dropped his pants, and then his
underwear.  Kathy pulled me

   up to my knees, and made me kneel in front of him.  Even as Craig untied
my gag, his cock grew

   until it pointed straight at my face.

   "Guess what, sissy?" Kathy said.  "I convinced Ron that this would be
such a special

   moment in your life, that he bought this camcorder so we can videotape
it!  Now smile for the

   camera!"

   "You...you're going to tape me doing this?" I cried in disbelief.

   "And that's not all.  This camcorder has a little color screen, so we
can play it back right

   here, and watch it all over again."

   "Yeah," Craig said.  "That way we can see if we didn't get it right, we
can do it over

   again."

   "No-" I moaned.

   "The camera's rolling, little sissy, so start licking that cock," she
said.

   "No, please turn it off," I begged.

   Then Kathy grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head.  "I'm going
to explain this

   to you once, you little faggot.  Craig introduced me to the neighborhood
kids who hang out at the

   mall.  Unless you behave yourself right now, I'm going to take this tape
down to the mall and

   show all those kids what you are," she said.

   "And then I'll take you down to the mall myself," Craig said, "and I'll
personally introduce

   you to my friends."

   Kathy turned my head back, and now all I could see was the erect cock in
my face.

   "All right, I'll do it," I sniffled, trying not to cry.  I licked the
tip of his cock, and then took

   more of it in my mouth.  Slowly I worked it in and out, my tongue
sliding up and down the shaft.

   Craig moaned, and his cock grew even larger in my mouth.  He grabbed my
hair, and started

   thrusting in and out, slamming my chin against his balls.

   And then he started spurting cum into my mouth.  The salty taste filled
my mouth, and

   the realization of what it was made me queasy.  I caught a lot of it,
but he pulled all the way out,

   and the gooey stuff leaked and dribbled out of my mouth and down my
chin. He pushed me

   away, and stood over me, leaving me to look at the cum on his cock. 
Helpless even to wipe my

   face, I burst into tears.

   "Good job, sweetie," Kathy said.  "Those tears are precious.  Now turn
to face the

   camera, and cry like a baby."

   Craig helped me by twisting my face around to see that Kathy had moved
in for a

   closeup.

   "Please let me go," I cried, with tears streaming down my face.  "I want
to wash my face."

   "Let's see you struggle," she said.  "Put on a good show, and I'll let
you clean yourself

   up."

   "See you around, faggot," Craig said.  "We'll have to do this again some
time."

   But even after Craig left, Kathy kept videotaping me as I sniffled.  I
tried to struggle

   against my bonds, but I didn't have the strength any more.  Finally she
turned off the camera.

   "In the future you'll have to do a lot better, faggot.  Do you feel like
a girl now?"

   I just sobbed and finally blurted out, "No!"

   "I'm not surprised.  Sucking a cock doesn't make you a girl.  Real girls
like me don't suck

   cock.  You're not a girl, little faggot, you're just a human toilet.  To
be a girl, you'll have to have a

   boy fuck you, and I can arrange that, too!"

   "Please don't," I sobbed.  "I'll do anything you want."

   That night she chained me spreadeagled to my bed, with cum smeared all
over my face.

   "Why do I have to stay tied up at night?" I asked.

   "So you won't be tempted to play with that sorry little cock of yours.
Would you rather I

   cut it off, and then we won't have to worry about it?"

   I gasped, and shook my head.  Maybe being tied up wasn't so bad.  But no
matter what I

   did, I couldn't get the Craig's taste out of my mouth.

   The next morning, Kathy finally let me out of bed.  After I had fixed
myself up, she

   accosted me in my bedroom.  "Now you're going to be a slave girl, and
I'm going to be your

   mistress.  Isn't that right, little faggot?"

   I just nodded my head.

   "This is what it means to be my slave," Kathy said, "and you'd better
get used to it."

   She took her bracelet off and tossed it at my feet.  "Now pick it up,"
she ordered me.

   I was fuming, but I picked it up.

   Then she held out her hand.  "Now put it back on my wrist, faggot."

   I swallowed, and gently eased the bracelet onto her wrist.

   But immediately she took it off, and threw it at my feet.  "Now do it
again.  Only this time,

   while you're down there, kiss my feet!"

   I didn't know how much more of this I could take.  I knelt and kissed
her black vinyl

   boots.

   "You call that a kiss?  I couldn't even feel it.  Do it again like you
mean it!"

   I planted a big kiss on each of her boots.  Then I took the bracelet and
placed it around

   her wrist again.

   "Very good, little slave.  Now I've got a pair of bracelets for you to
try on." She shoved a

   pair of handcuffs in my face.

   I took the handcuffs and stared at them, as she turned her back on me to
pick up a long

   wooden paddle.

   "You need to be more cooperative," she said.  "I hate having to tell you
everything

   twice."

   I was so sick of her ordering me around.  And now she was so sure of
herself that she

   was going to make me handcuff myself.  She even turned her back on me.
But she shouldn't

   have done that.

   I snuck up behind her, and snapped a cuff on one of her wrists.

   "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled, trying to turn to face me.

   But I was too quick for her.  I had taken her by surprise, and grabbed
her other wrist.

   She was thrown off balance, and I pulled her wrists together and
manacled them.

   "Are you crazy?" she shouted.  "I'll get you for this!"

   "You've already gotten me enough," I said, stuffing a handkerchief in
her mouth.  "And

   I'm tired of taking orders from you." I shoved her onto the bed.

   She screamed into the handkerchief, but only muffled sounds came out.

   "Let's take a look at this paddle of yours," I said.  "I'll bet it
hurts." Then I lifted her skirt,

   revealing her panties.

   Subject: (fwd) ASV05 Payback For A Btich

   From: PupDoesIt <thwhite@capital.net>

   Date: 1996/09/03

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 5: PAYBACK FOR A BITCH

   "This is for making me have my hair done at the salon," I said, and
smacked her butt.  "I wonder how many of these you can take before you
start crying," I said.

   She tried to scream again, but now I could see the fear in her eyes, and
I licked my lips in anticipation.

   "I guess there's only one way to find out, right Mistress?" I snarled,
grasping a handful of hair and jerking her head way back.

   She tried to moan something, but I ignored her pitiful begging, pulled
down her panties and whacked her again.  I loved the sound the paddle made
when it landed on her bare ass.

   "And this is for making me dress like a girl," I said, and hit her in
the same spot, leaving a nice big red imprint.  "How'd you like that one,
Mistress?" I sneered.  And then Thwack!  "That one was for letting Craig
beat me up.  What's this, do we see some tears now?  We've barely gotten
started."

   My poor sister shuddered and bucked, but I held her good and tight.  I
wasn't going to let her go any time soon.  "This one is for shoving a butt
plug up my ass," I said, and smacked her the same cheek again.  And then
the tears started to flow.

   "Is that the best you can do, Mistress?" I taunted her.  "Looks like you
can dish it out, but you can't take it.  Well, this is for that sun tan on
my chest." And I smacked her reddened cheek yet again.

   I stopped for a moment to admire both my work, and the tears trickling
down her face.  Then I shook my head.  "No, this isn't right at all.  One
of your cheeks is bright red, and the other one is still pale.  We've got
to make them match, don't you think?"

   She moaned into her gag as she shook her head, and turned to look up at
me with tears glistening in her sad eyes.

   But in view of the recent past, I was fresh out of mercy.  "I don't know
how to make this red cheek pale again, but I do know how to color the other
one," I said.  "This is for making me suck Craig's cock."

   And I hit her again.  And again.  And again.  With my adrenaline
pumping, I lost count, but I think I hit her seven or eight more times. 
Finally I stopped to rest, and my poor helpless sister was sobbing and
writhing now, much to my delight.  "How does it feel to be beaten up by
your little sissy brother, Mistress?" I shouted.

   But the commotion attracted our brother, and Ron came running into the
room.  "What's going on here?" he shouted.

   It didn't take him long to sort things out, and set Kathy free.

   "I'll get you for this, you little bastard!" she said, choking on tears.

   * * * * *

   I spent that night chained to my bed wearing nothing but padded leather
cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  The next morning, I awoke to find Sandra
dressed in a black leather suit, and shaking me.

   "What are you doing here?" I said.

   "I came to teach you some manners," she said, and unchained me from the
bed.  With my wrists bound in front of me, she grabbed a handful of hair,
and pulled me out of bed.

   "Ow," I screamed, "take it easy-"

   Then she slapped me across the face, and pulled me close to her.  With
one cheek burning, and the other one pressed against her soft leather
jacket, I was wide awake, and she had my full attention.

   "You're going to get rid of those masculine habits of yours today," she
said.

   Naked and bound, she dragged me off to the bathroom, and threw me into
the little chair in front of the vanity mirror.

   "You need a shave," she told me.

   "But I'm not old enough.  I don't have to shave."

   "You do where I'm going to shave you.  This body hair of yours is so
unsightly," she said.

   "No young lady should ever have hair on her arms or legs."

   I watched first in fascination and then in horror as she lathered my arm
and used a

   disposable razor on me.  It scratched and irritated me, but I wasn't
about to let her know that.

   She went to do shave both of my arms and legs.

   "That'll do for now," she said.  "Does it hurt, sweetie?"

   "It's not so bad," I shrugged.

   "Then you better get used to doing it yourself every week from now on.
We could some hair remover to make it easier on you, but why waste money on
a little bastard like you?"

   I didn't know what to say, and she went on, "That's a nice sun tan you
have on your chest.  You must look lovely in a bikini."

   Silently I glared at her.

   "Oh, you're so beautiful when you're angry," she cooed.  "And now I'm
going to make you even more beautiful."

   She picked up a pair of tweezers, and held my head firmly.  Slowly, she
plucked a hair from my eyebrow, making me wince.  And then another and
another.  I squeezed my eyes shut, not only from the pain, but from the
fear that she was changing my appearance permanently.  The tan lines on my
chest were bad enough, but now I wouldn't be able to show my face without
looking like an effeminate little boy.  I suffered in silence until she was
through.

   "There, don't you look cute?" she said, turning me to face the mirror. I
was horrified to

   see the thin feminine arch of my plucked eyebrows.

   "Now even if you tried to dress up as a boy, you'll still look like the
sweetest little sissy in town.  Imagine what real boys will do to you once
they see that darling little face of yours!"

   I barely had time to consider my fate when she gathered up my hair with
a curling iron.

   "Now what?" I moaned.

   "You're going to have an important visitor today, sissy.  I'm going to
tighten your curls a

   bit because I know you want to look nice."

   And she went on to fix my hair, finally leaving me with a head full of
soft curls hanging to my shoulders.  I wrinkled my nose as she started
applying a foundation.

   Finally she said, "I think some blush will really bring out your
cheekbones."

   My mouth open, I turned my head from side to side, my gaze fixed on the
mirror.  I wouldn't have believed it, but from the neck up, my reflection
in the mirror was that of a girl.

   "I see you approve," she whispered to me.  "But we aren't done yet. 
Part your lips."

   Still in a haze, I did so willingly, and she applied coral lipstick.  I
licked my lips, and I saw

   them glisten as she turned me around.  Reluctantly, I turned away from
my reflection, and she

   brushed my cheeks.  At last she announced that her work was done, and
let me look at myself.

   She'd covered up my bruises, and I gasped as I stared at the rosy red
blush on my cheeks.  I

   reached up to touch my face with my bound wrists, just to make sure it
was really me.

   But Sandra caught my wrists and pulled them away.  "Musn't smudge your
makeup,

   sweetie.  Now let's see if your sister may have some ideas about
dressing you."

   Suddenly my illusion burst.  After what I did to Kathy last night, I was
going to be in big

   trouble now.  Whatever ideas my sister had, they weren't going to be
good ones.  Sandra led me

   back to my bedroom, where my brother and sister were waiting.

   "Well, look at you," Kathy said, as she studied my face.  "You never
looked that good as a boy.  I think you're going to make a fine little
sister, though."

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

   "It's not me you need to worry about," she said.  "Wait till you meet
Donna."

   "Who's Donna?" I asked.

   But it was Ron who answered.  "It's become clear that I can't take care
of the two of you

   by myself," he said.  "And this house is getting to be a mess.  So we
need some help around

   here."

   "What kind of help?"

   "I've hired a governess to run the household," he said.

   "A governess?  What's that, someone who takes care of kids?" I asked.

   "Yeah," he snapped.  "She'll take care of you."

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV06 A Leash For Alicia

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   Message-Id: <161431Z15081996@anon.penet.fi>

   X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories

   Organization: Anonymous forwarding service

   Reply-To: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 6: A LEASH FOR ALICIA

   Kathy made me wear just stockings, panties, and the awful white corset.
Then without

   any outer clothing, she took me downstairs, where Sandra was waiting for
me with another

   woman.  Sandra introduced me to a tall, heavily-built woman, whose black
hair was tied back in a bun.  Her name was Donna, and in her shapeless blue
muumuu, she looked like she could play

   linebacker in the NFL.  Even more ominous, she was a friend of Sandra.

   I was glad to see Sandra leave, but now I faced this hard-looking woman
in my living

   room.

   "My name is Donna, and I'm going to make sure that you're a well behaved
little slave

   girl.  Is that clear?" she asked me.

   "I'm not really a girl," I said.  I figured I'd better set her straight
before she got the wrong

   idea about me.  "They just made me wear these clothes."

   Donna suddenly pulled me close by a handful of hair, and slapped me
across the face.

   I'd never been hit so hard in my life.  My head snapped to the side, and
my knees buckled.  My

   eyes rolled back in my head as she held me up by my hair.

   "Don't you even know how to curtsy, child?" she asked.

   By now my head had stopped spinning.  "I'm sorry," I begged.  "Please
don't hit me like

   that again."

   "Listen to me, little sissy," she said, lifting me on my tiptoes.  "You
will speak only when

   spoken to, and you will address me as Mistress Donna.  Is that clear?"

   "Y-yes, Mistress Donna," I stammered.

   "You are going to be a good little slave girl, or I will beat you day
and night, is that

   clear?"

   "Yes, Mistress Donna," I responded, nodding my head feverishly.

   "She needs a new name," Donna said.  "We can't very well call her Al. 
How does Alice

   sound?"

   I was ready to agree to anything at this point.  If they wanted to call
me Bubbles or Sissy,

   it would have been fine with me.

   But Kathy interrupted before I could say anything.  "I think Alicia is
better.  A-li-ci-a is a

   pretty name," she said, pronouncing all the syllables.

   "Very well," Donna said, turning to me.  "Your name is Alicia, you are a
sweet little slave

   girl, and all you care about is looking pretty so that boys will like
you.  Now repeat that back to

   me."

   I gulped and gasped for air, and then addressed her as Mistress Donna,
and professed

   my love for my new name, my new sex, and my humble ambition in life.

   "I've brought you a new outfit," she said, holding out a black satin
minidress trimmed in

   white lace.

   "Thank you, Mistress Donna," I said, and hurried as best I could in the
corset to step into

   the dress.  It felt so soft against my skin that I almost forgot how it
made me look.

   Then she spun me around, and tied a white cloth around my waist.  I had
to stare at it for

   a moment.  It was an apron.  "But..but this is a maid's uniform,
Mistress Donna!" I cried in

   dismay.

   "Yes, little slave," Donna said.  "Do you have a problem with that?"

   I turned to my brother for help.  "Ron, I'm not a maid.  I don't know
anything about being

   a maid."

   "You'll learn," he said.  "There's no point in having you gather dust
around here while

   you're bound and gagged up all day.  At least this way you might learn a
new skill."

   For a moment I was speechless.  A split second later I was on my back,
my ears ringing

   again.  My head lolled from side to side until my vision focused, and I
could see Donna standing

   over me.  With my head turned, I hadn't seen her slap me again.

   "Don't ever turn your back on me, Alicia!" she snarled.  Then she
grabbed me by my

   pretty lace collar, and sat me down in a chair.  I was still
light-headed, when she squeezed a pair

   of tight shoes on my feet, and yanked me to my feet.  "Do you like your
new shoes?" she

   demanded.

   "Yes, Mistress Donna," I squeaked, waving my arms for balance.  Not only
were these

   shoes tight, they were making me lean forward.

   "Those are three-inch heels.  You'll do all your housework in them. 
When you get used

   to them, I'll give you something higher."

   Higher?  I was about to fall over in these things.  But then she pinned
a frilly white maid's

   cap on my head, and commanded me to walk over to the mirror.

   Kathy looked like she was about to die laughing.  "Take a good look at
yourself, Alicia!"

   she said.

   I had only wobbled a couple of steps when Donna grabbed my arm.  "That
is not how a

   young lady walks.  And even though you're a slave, you're going to walk
like a lady."

   "Yes, Mistress Donna," I mumbled.

   "I like that," Kathy said.  "Can I make the little sissy call me
Mistress Katherine?"

   "I don't see why not," Donna said.

   I let out as big a sigh as the corset would allow.  Mistress Katherine.
It just doesn't get

   any better than this.

   "Then let me show this cute little maid how to walk," Kathy said, and
took me by the arm.

   "Now put one little foot directly in front of the other, and sway your
hips and shoulders." Then

   she did an exaggerated walk I'd seen fashion models do on a catwalk.

   Reluctantly, I took a tiny step, and then another, swaying each shoulder
as I put that foot

   forward.  And after several mincing steps, I hobbled over to the mirror.

   "By George, I think she's got it," Kathy said.

   Now I could only stand in front of the full length mirror, admiring my
reflection.  There

   stood a pretty maid with aching feet, my smiling sister beside me.

   "Kath-uh, Mistress Katherine, why do I have to wear these high-heeled
shoes to do

   housework?"

   "That's to get you used to them.  See, you'll want to wear high heels
when you go out

   with boys."

   "When I go out with boys?  I can't go out dressed like this."

   "Not like a maid, of course.  But when you're wearing a dress or a gown,
you'll want to

   have a nice looking set of pumps to go with it."

   A dress or a gown?  On me?  "But these shoes hurt, and I can hardly walk
in them."

   "Do I have to explain everything to you?  If you were a real boy, you'd
know that's the

   idea, sweetie.  Boys know that when you're on high heels, you can't run
away from them.  If they

   chase you, you won't get far.  And since you've deliberately worn those
heels, you must want the

   boys to catch you, right?"

   "But-"

   "When a boy sees a girl teetering on high heels, he knows she's looking
for action.  And

   the higher the heels, the more helpless she's made herself.  But these
heels will do for a start."

   I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry.  "But this is getting worse all the
time," I cried.

   "You should have thought of that last night," Kathy said.  "I have to
take you to the

   shopping center.  You really need a new dress."

   "I can't buy a dress!"

   "You can't go on wearing your big sister's hand-me downs, either," Donna
snapped at

   me.

   "That's right," Kathy said.  "You deserve better.  So we're going
shopping tomorrow."

   "But for now, you're enrolling in charm school," Donna said.

   "Charm school, Mistress Donna?" I asked.

   "Think of it as Mistress Donna's Charm School.  It's for sissified
faggots," she snarled at

   me.  "You're going to learn how to act like a sweet young lady tonight."

   I swallowed.  "Yes, Mistress Donna," I squeaked.

   I spent the rest of the day learning how to behave myself.  I had to
stand like a lady with

   my ankles together.  How to sit like a lady, smoothing out my skirt
first, and crossing only my

   ankles, never my legs.  I had to curtsy over and over until I learned to
do it gracefully.  If I wanted to laugh at dinner, I had to turn my head
and giggle like a proper young lady.  But hardest of all was learning to
stand and walk on high heels.

   After dinner, Donna had gone for the day, and I was rinsing the dishes
when Ron passed

   by.  Somehow, I had to get him to help me.

   "Ron," I called to him.  "Donna hates me even more than Kathy."

   "I think you'll find Donna's really easy to get along with.  You just do
everything she tells

   you to, and you'll get along with her just fine.  And there's a lot you
can learn from her, Alicia."

   "Not you, too," I groaned.  "Please don't call me that."

   "Now there's the problem.  You still haven't accepted your new life, and
that's only going

   to make things harder on yourself."

   "But Ron, they beat me.  They made me suck Kathy's rotten boyfriend. 
They dress me

   like a girl.  Like a maid!  I can't do this any more.  If you don't make
them leave me alone, I'm

   going to call the police!"

   And Ron's expression hardened.  He stepped forward, and at 6-foot-2 he
towered over

   me.  "Tell you what, Alicia, we can do that right now.  I'll call the
cops and tell them my little

   faggot brother isn't happy with his new clothes.  Cops love faggots, you
know.  Who do you

   think they'll believe?  You, or the rest of us?"

   "What...what do you mean?" I stammered.

   "The neighbors saw you come home from the park in a dress.  Your
hairdresser and

   others have already seen you out and around dressed as a girl.  Everyone
thinks I have two little

   sisters.  Wait until you try to explain that to the cops.  Maybe they'll
send over a big black cop to

   investigate.  Then you'll have a great big cock to suck on.  Does that
turn you on, faggot?"

   I swallowed, and had to fight back the tears.  "No, please don't," I
begged.  "I'm sorry.  I

   won't tell anyone."

   "Good girl," he said, patting me on the head.  "You've got a lot to
learn this summer.

   What IS your name, anyway?"

   "My name is Alicia," I said.

   "Isn't there more, Alicia?"

   I averted my eyes, and mumbled, "I'm a sweet little slave girl, and all
I want to do is look

   nice so the boys will like me."

   "Glad we got we settled, cutie," he said.  "Now finish doing the
dishes."

   My last hope was gone, and I had pissed off my brother now.  I finished
the dishes, and

   went upstairs.  All I wanted to do was go to sleep, and forget today had
ever occurred.  But Kathy

   was waiting for me in my bedroom.  She stood near the bed with a leather
strap coiled around

   her hand.

   "Get on your knees, and crawl over here, sweetie," she said.  "I've got
a present for you."

   I let out a sigh.  It was time for her revenge, and I was too tired to
do anything about it.

   Besides, I probably deserved it.  Silently, I crawled and knelt at her
feet.

   She unwrapped the strap, and it turned out to be a leash with a collar
attached.  A

   leather collar that she fastened tightly around my neck.  "There," she
said, "there's nothing quite

   like a collar to say I own you.  Isn't that right, little slave?"

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, hoping she'd appreciate my formal
address.  At least

   with the leash attached to my neck, she wasn't going to beat me with it.


   "And I've got something else, too," she said, holding up a hairbrush.

   I said nothing, but waited for an explanation.  The hairbrush might
sting, but I was sure

   she could find worse things to hit me with.

   "Come over behind me, slave girl," she said, and as I did so, she handed
me the brush.

   "You're going to brush my hair now."

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said in surprise.

   Then she gingerly sat down, squirming a bit as she did so.  "For some
reason my rear

   end is sore today.  But I know the last thing in the world you'd ever
want to do is to cause your

   only sister any pain, right sweetie?"

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said.  She had given me a hairbrush, and
then sat with her

   back to me, just daring me to take advantage of her as I had done last
night.  And she knew I

   wouldn't.  I couldn't.  Yes, I was afraid to, but the truth is I thought
I might be better off if I could

   get on her good side.  If she had a good side.  Maybe if I were nice to
her, she'd take it easy on

   me.  Ron sure wasn't going to help me.  So I gently brushed the ends of
her hair.  My own hair

   was long enough that I knew how to avoid snags.

   "Very good," she said.  "You may be useful for something after all."

   Her hair was beautiful: the same color and texture as mine, but it felt
softer and silkier as

   I ran my hands through it.  She must use a conditioner or something, I
thought, as I took long

   strokes with the brush.

   Finally, she said, "That's enough." She took the brush from me and said,
"From now on,

   you will be my personal slave girl, and you will wait on me hand and
foot.  And if you ever hit me again, you will become a girl for real."

   "For real?" I asked.

   "This morning I asked Sandra about the cost of having a sex change
operation.  She

   knows a doctor who will perform the operation for $15,000, with no
questions asked.  It's a lot of

   money, but Ron says we can afford it, if that's what it takes to keep
you in line.  They'll cut your

   little dick off, and give you breast implants, so you'll have a real
pair of titties."

   "Please, Mistress Katherine, don't do that to me.  I promise I'll do
whatever you want.  I'll

   brush your hair every night if you want."

   She tugged on the leash, put her hand on top of my head, and pushed me
to my knees.

   "Then kiss me good night," she said.

   I kissed both of her feet, and she tied me to the bed.

   "You'd better get some rest, because you've got a big day ahead of you
tommorow."

   "What...what are you going to do?"

   "We're going shopping tomorrow.  We both know you're just my slave, but
the rest of the

   world is going to think you're my sister.  And I do want you to look
pretty."

   She turned off the light, leaving me bound in the dark.  Beating me at
home wasn't

   enough for her.  Now she had to humiliate me publicly.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST: ASV07 Born To Shop

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 7: BORN TO SHOP

   I didn't sleep well that night.  I wasn't used to the collar around my
neck, and the leather

   cuffs binding my ankles and wrists didn't help any.  That morning Donna
told me she was not

   happy with my progress, and informed me that I would be bound every
night until I behaved like

   a good little girl.  The next morning after breakfast, Kathy said,
"Alicia, your hair looks lovely this morning, but you still need a new
look."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You'll find out at the shopping center.  I've picked out your clothes,"
she said, pointing at

   a white blouse and pleated skirt.  "You'll wear those three-inch heels
from your maid's uniform."

   "But I can't go outside dressed like that!"

   "Sweetie, every time you go out dressed like a boy you get beat up. 
This way we can

   save some wear and tear on your face."

   Gee, I would never have thought of that.

   "Besides, you came home from the park in a dress, didn't you?" she
continued.

   "But that was different!  I didn't have any choice!"

   She grabbed my hair, and slammed me against the wall.  "Like you have a
choice now?"

   A half hour later she had marched me to the shopping center.  Our first
stop was at a

   manicurist, and my feet were aching already.

   "But I thought we were going to buy a dress," I complained.

   "My, aren't you eager?  We'll have plenty of time to find you a dress.
But first you'll have

   to have your nails done."

   "But I don't want to go in there!" I pleaded.

   "What you want isn't important," she said, opening the door and shoving
me inside.

   "Jennifer recommended this place."

   The shop was empty except for a young brunette named Lynn, who greeted
us with a

   smile.

   "I'm Kathy," my sister said.  "Jennifer at the salon said you could help
me."

   The girl's face lit up.  "Of course!" she said, and then turned to me.
"And you must be the little sissy!"

   My jaw dropped.  I tried to turn away, but Kathy took my arm and pushed
me forward.

   "Alicia wants her nails done in the brightest red you've got," she said.

   "An excellent choice for a sweet little girl," Lynn said cheerfully. 
"You'll look adorable,

   just you wait and see."

   Lynn sat me down at a Formica counter, took my limp hand, and started
filing my nails.

   "So how long have you been dressing like a girl, sweetie?"

   I rolled my eyes and looked at Kathy.

   "Alicia's always been a little faggot, but she's just started dressing
the part recently.  She

   wants to have her nails done so the boys will notice her."

   I groaned, but I didn't dare start an argument under these
circumstances.

   "Oh, that's so cute!" Lynn squealed.  "I can help with that.  I have a
friend who manages

   the clothing store two shops down.  There's lots of pretty dresses to
choose from.  While your

   nails are drying, I'll let her know to expect you."

   So now someone else would find out about me.  I felt so miserable as she
lacquered my

   nails.  One by one they turned a glossy red.

   "Is there anything I can do for you?" Lynn asked Kathy.

   "Have you finished Alicia already?" Kathy asked.

   She'd finished me all right.  I was never going to get this stuff off.
My sister admired her

   own nails, a much more subdued shade of pink, and said, "Oh, I'm happy
with this color.  It's not

   as exciting as Alicia's bright red, but then she's more adventurous than
I am.  I never know when

   the little sissy might try to steal a boyfriend from me!"

   They both laughed and laughed while I put my head in my hands.  Then
Lynn excused

   herself, and I stared at my new nails, hoping they'd dry faster.  A few
minutes later Lynn returned

   and said, "It's all arranged.  I told Barbara at the dress shop all
about you."

   As soon as we got outside, l begged Kathy to let me go home.

   "Sweetie, we'll do no such thing.  They're expecting us at that store."

   "But I don't really need a new dress."

   "We don't have to buy anything, you little sissy.  Girls love to shop,
so you'd better get

   used to that.  Besides you'll get to try on all those pretty dresses. 
Won't that be fun?"

   Inside the dress shop at the front counter, we met Barbara, an
attractive thirtysomething

   brunette with straight shoulder length hair.

   "Oh, you must be Alicia," she said, grinning at me.  "Lynn told me about
you, but I had no

   idea you'd be so cute."

   "Thanks," I mumbled.

   "Alicia's looking for a pretty dress for the summer," Kathy said. 
"Something that will turn

   a boy's head."

   "Oh, good!" she said.  "So you're not just into fashion.  You really do
want to be a girl!"

   I made a face, and Kathy elbowed me in the ribs.

   "Yes, ma'am," I said.

   "I'll find you something with lots of bows and lace," she said as she
escorted me inside.

   I spent the next hour trying on one frilly dress after another.  They
made me strut up and

   down as I modeled anything a fashionable little girl might wear.  My
feet were killing me, and I

   just got more and more disgusted.

   "Can't we go home now?" I begged Kathy.

   "But we haven't found the perfect dress.  If we don't buy anything,
we'll have to come

   back again tomorrow and shop all over again.  Would you like that,
little sissy?"

   "Just pick something, and let's get this over with, OK?"

   Kathy selected a low cut black dress that ended around mid-thigh, and
was slit all the

   way to the waist.  It was practically an invitation to rape.

   I frowned, but decided to make the best of it.  "All right, can I have
that one?" I asked

   Kathy.

   "That's 'may I', you ignorant little slut.  Donna will hear about this,"
she said.

   "I think you'll get lots of attention in that dress," Barbara said. 
"Try it on."

   I hurried to try on the sleazy black dress.  Anything to get out of
here.

   "You look hot," Barbara gushed when I returned, as she spun me around.

   Kathy dragged me in front of the mirror, and giggled.  "The boys will be
all over you in

   this.  We'll take it!"

   Finally I was free.  "Let's get out of here," I moaned as we left.

   "Not just yet, sissy.  We have to stop by the jewelry store for some
earrings."

   "But my feet hurt.  Why do you need earrings now?"

   "Not me, silly.  They're for you.  But first you have to have your ears
pierced."

   I gasped and held my earlobes.

   * * * * *

   The sign in the window of the jewelry shop said, "Ears Pierced - With or
Without Pain."

   "This looks like the place," Kathy said.  She knocked on the door, a
buzzer went off, and

   Kathy pushed the door open.  The store owner was a young blonde woman
named Cecilia.  She

   was pretty enough, but she had a stern expression on her face, and her
hair was tied back in a

   bun.  She looked like she was pissed off at the world.  On her white
jacket was a button that said,

   "I used to miss my ex-husband, but my aim is improving."

   "My sister Alicia wants to have her ears pierced," Kathy said, as we sat
at the counter.

   "How nice," she said, walking around the counter.  "Stand up and let me
have a good

   look at you."

   This woman made me nervous.  The other shopkeepers made fun of me, but
they weren't nasty like my sister.  I stood, and Cecilia took my chin in my
hands.  She seemed to be

   looking straight through me as she gently lifted my hair from my ears.
"Your face has a nice

   shape, and you can wear your lovely hair up to show off your ears." Then
her fingers traced

   gently over my Adam's apple, and I saw a hint of a smile on her face.

   "So tell me, Alicia, are you sure you want to have your ears pierced?"

   "Yeah," I mumbled, and then caught myself.  "I mean yes, I'd like to. 
And without pain."

   "It's just that you don't look very happy to be here.  Usually little
girls like you are all

   excited to have their ears pierced."

   "She's just nervous about the pain," Kathy said.

   "Are you sure this isn't something your big sister is making you do?"
she asked.

   "N-no, I really want to do this," I said.

   "I just wanted to make sure," she said.  "It's not every day we have a
little boy come in

   here wearing a blouse and skirt to have his ears pierced."

   My eyes got wide and my heart started pounding.  Could she have found me
out already?  No, she must be teasing me.  I laughed nervously, and said,
"You must be mistaken." I

   turned to my sister, and said, "Kathy, she thinks I'm-"

   The woman hit me with a slap that made the whole side of my face sting
as my eyes

   watered.  I held my face and looked up at her.  Fighting back the tears,
I said, "Kathy, she hit me!

   Let's get out of here!"

   "I want the truth, or I'll call the police, and you can explain yourself
to them.  Are you a

   little faggot or not?"

   I turned to go, but Kathy grabbed me, pulled my arms behind me, and spun
me around to

   face that awful woman again.  "You better tell the truth if you know
what's good for you," my

   sister hissed.

   "All right, I'm a boy," I said.

   "No kidding," she said.  She paused for a moment; she seemed emboldened
now that

   Kathy wasn't going to defend me.  "Do you like it up the ass or do you
just suck cock?"

   "No," I said, shaking my head.  "I don't like to do anything like that."

   She slapped me again, bringing tears from my eyes.  "I'll say this for
the last time.  I want

   the truth."

   "He likes to suck my boyfriend's cock," Kathy volunteered helpfully.

   Now the woman sneered and backhanded my other cheek, snapping my head
around.

   My sister held me fast, and I couldn't get out of the way.  She slapped
me again, and snarled,

   "The little faggot can speak for himself, can't he?" she snarled.

   My ears were ringing, both cheeks were on fire, and tears spilled down
my face.  "Yes, I

   sucked her boyfriend's cock!" I blurted out.  "I'm a boy!  I'm a faggot!
Please don't hit me!"

   She calmed down and said, "I see why you wanted your ears pierced
without pain, you

   little sissy.  I've had eight-year old girls in here who were tougher
than you."

   I sniffled and tried to wipe my face as Cecilia dragged me over to a
counter and forced

   me into a chair.  Kathy sat next to me, and brushed my hair off my ears.

   "You really like getting beat up by women, don't you?"

   "Just by you, sis," I grumbled.

   "Has the little sissy done anything to offend you?" Kathy asked.  "She
just seems to bring

   out the worst in everyone."

   "I hate men," she said.  "My ex-husband was the worst, but they're all
bad.  And I love

   hurting them, especially little wimps like this one," Cecilia said,
pinning my hair back and

   swabbed my ears with something that made them numb.  While she worked on
me, Kathy

   wandered off to look at earrings.  Mercifully, I didn't feel a thing,
and the bitch had to tell me

   when she was done.

   "There," she said, "you're done.  I'll even throw in a pair of earrings,
perfect for a little

   sissy like you." And then she clipped a pair of red plastic hoop
earrings on me.

   "Those are cute," Kathy gushed.  "And when you get dressed up, we can
get you

   something more glamorous."

   "I can hardly wait," I groaned.

   But things didn't get any better when I got home.  I found that I had
more to learn than

   just how to be a proper young lady.

   "You've had enough fun shopping, young lady," Donna told me.  "Now let's
get to work."

   Fun?  She thought my shopping trip was fun?  No matter, a few minutes
later I stood

   before her in my maid's uniform.

   "Would you take a look at yourself?" Donna shouted.  "Haven't I told you
how important

   your appearance is?"

   I was all confused.  I turned to view my reflection in the mirror. 
Black satin dress, apron,

   white lace cap.  "I don't understand, Mistress Donna.  I thought you
wanted me to wear this."

   "The seams in your stockings are crooked.  Your cap isn't on straight,"
she said.  "You

   have a lot to learn."

   Before I could apologize for the grievous crime of crooked seams, she
pulled me over to

   a chair and threw me over her knee.  She was going to spank me for
this??

   "But Mistress Donna, I didn't know any better," I protested.  "I'll know
next-"

   I felt a sharp pain in my pantied butt.  Then she hit me again.  I
strained to look, and saw

   she was using a riding crop on me.  I winced and gnashed my teeth as I
waited for the next one.

   "If you say one word you'll regret it, slave," she warned me.

   Tears rolled down my cheeks as she hit me three more times.  I whimpered
and moaned,

   but I didn't cry out.  Then just as abruptly as she had begun, she threw
me off her lap.

   "Now go fix yourself up.  Be back in ten minutes to vacuum the entire
house.  When

   you're done, you will dust all of the furniture," she said.

   "Yes, Mistress Donna," I whimpered, wiping my face with my hands as I
hurried upstairs

   to the bathroom.

   I redid my makeup, made sure my stockings and cap were on straight, and
ran back

   downstairs to present myself for her approval.  My butt still ached, and
I couldn't take another

   beating.  She walked slowly around me, then turned my chin from side to
side.  My chin down, I

   prayed I had made myself look presentable.  To my relief, she just
pointed at the upright vacuum

   cleaner.  Never had I been so delighted to start doing housework.

   The vacuuming and dusting were just to get me used to my new
responsibilities.  I spent

   the rest of the afternoon cleaning and scrubbing the kitchen and
bathrooms.  By the evening, I

   was exhausted, and once Donna was gone for the day, I was allowed to eat
dinner.  After I had

   served my brother and sister.

   "Glad you could finally join us for dinner, Alicia," Kathy said.

   "I'm sorry I'm late, Mistress Katherine.  I was busy with my new job."

   "All work and no play makes Alicia a dull dog," she said.  "You need to
get out and have

   some fun."

   "I'm too tired to have fun," I groaned.  "And I can't go out looking
like this."

   "Oh, but you worked so hard today, sweetie.  Why, I was getting tired
just watching you

   run around here.  I think you owe it to yourself to have some fun."

   I eyed her with suspicion.  She was being very unKathy-like.

   "I think you need to have a date," she said matter-of-factly.

   "Mistress Katherine, I can't date anyone.  I look like a girl," I said.

   "And a very pretty one at that.  Why do you think I took you shopping
this morning?" she

   said.  "Once you get into that little black number, you'll have boys
drooling all over you."

   "Ron, please help me," I begged.  "I can't do this.  I can't be a girl
on a date-"

   "She's right, Kathy," Ron said.  "She has a lot to learn before she pass
for a girl."

   Whew!  I was safe, at least for now.  I sat back in my chair.

   "I didn't exactly say she had a date with a boy," Kathy said with a
grin. "Arcadia wants to

   go out with the little faggot."

   "Ron, I don't think that's such a good idea," I said, my voice cracking.

   "And why not?" Kathy said with a huff.  "She's my best friend, and
everyone says she's a

   delightful girl."

   "But Ron, every time Arcadia comes near me, I'm risking my life."

   "All right, I've heard enough from both of you girls," he said. 
"Alicia, you aren't going out

   like that.  Arcadia will spend the evening here with you.  Kathy, you
and I are going to see a

   double feature, so the two of them can be alone."

   "Well, it's better than nothing," Kathy said, getting up to leave.

   "And if you know what's good for you, little girl, you 'd better behave
yourself tonight," he

   told me.

   * * * * *

   That evening I was all nerves, not looking forward to a date with
Arcadia.  Kathy made

   me get into my sleazy new dress, and inspected me closely.

   "Mistress Katherine, why do I have to get all dressed up for Arcadia?"

   "Because I want you to get used to looking your best.  I'll give you two
choices.  You can

   wear this hot new dress, or I take it off you, and leave you here
wearing nothing but ropes."

   Not much of a choice.  I gulped, and smoothed out my dress.  "It goes
nice with my

   shoes," I said.

   A few minutes later Arcadia came over, wearng a pink sweater and a white
skirt.  She

   took one look at me, and covered her face as she blushed.  "You and I
are going to have a good

   time tonight, Alicia," she said.

   "I think I'm overdressed," I said.

   "Don't worry.  We can put that outfit to good use," she said, opening
her compact, "but I

   need to touch up your makeup."

   She didn't explain herself, and I had no idea what she had in mind. 
With my appearance, and her general weirdness, I could only wonder where
this evening would lead.  She applied a deep rose blush to my cheeks, and
painted my lips bright red.  I checked myself out in the mirror; in this
sleazy dress and overdone makeup, I was just asking for trouble.  As soon
as Ron and Kathy left, Arcadia got on the phone.  I tried to listen in on
Arcadia's half of the conversation, but it didn't do any good.

   "It's all set, Alicia," she called to me as she hung up.

   "What's all set?  What are we going to do tonight?" I asked.

   "We're going to double date.  I invited a couple of boys over here for
the evening."

   My chin nearly hit the floor.  "You did what?  I can't go on a date with
a boy!"

   "But we've got nothing else to do," she said.

   "You need a hobby," I grumbled.

   "I already have a hobby," she said.  "My hobby is boys."

   "But Ron didn't say I could have anyone else over here!"

   "Alicia, sometimes it's a lot more fun to break the rules.  I know these
two boys, and I'm

   sure we'll all have a good time."

   "Three of us anyway," I groaned.  "And what happens if they figure out
what I really am?"

   "Then the boys might be upset with you," she said, caressing my cheek.
"If I were you,

   I'd try not to let that happen."

   Oh, this evening was going to be one to remember.  If I lived through
it. "Who are these

   guys?" I asked.  "How well do you know them?"

   "So that's it!" she said with a devilish smile.  "You just want to know
who I'm going out

   with.  You're jealous because I'm dating someone else, aren't you?"

   I gaped at her.  This was one strange girl.  "What?  You think-"

   "Look, you may be really cute, but did you really think I could be happy
without seeing

   anyone else?  I mean, you can go out with other boys, so why can't I?"

   "You...you can go out with anyone you want!  Who did you invite here?"

   "My date is Paul, and he's a nice kid, but your date's a real stud!" she
gushed.  "His

   name is Carlos, and he's a senior, my school's makeout artist.  He's big
and strong, and always

   wears a leather jacket."

   "Uh, I don't think he's my type," I said.  I didn't know what my type
is, but I was pretty

   sure Carlos wasn't it.

   "But you're going to do whatever he wants, aren't you?  If you know
what's good for you,

   you're going to make him very happy tonight.  See, I'm Miss Prim and
Proper in my sweater and

   skirt, while you're one wild vixen in that hot little dress of yours. 
So I figure he'll be perfect for

   you!"

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV08 Double Date

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 8: DOUBLE DATE

   A few minutes later the boys arrived, and Arcadia introduced me to
Carlos.  He was tall

   and dark, his long hair slicked back.

   "Nice outfit, Alicia," he said.

   "Uh, thanks," I said, and flashed a nervous smile.

   "Alicia, why don't you show Carlos the house?" Arcadia said.  "That way
Paul and I can

   have some privacy."

   "Yeah, we can start with your bedroom," Carlos said, eyeing me.

   I led him upstairs into my bedroom, and he pulled me close.  I felt his
strong arms around

   me, and as he pulled me against him, my face only came up to his chest.

   "Arcadia tells me you're really wild.  She said you'll do anything on a
first date."

   "Is that all she told you about me?" I asked, looking up at him.

   "Is there more?" he said, grinning.

   A lot more, I thought as I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed
him away, but

   nothing he needed to know.

   "Don't worry, I've got protection," he said, and took a condom out of
his wallet.

   "Uh, I've got my period now...maybe we could do something else," I said,
licking my lips.

   He didn't say anything, but he couldn't get out of his pants fast
enough. I had him lie on

   the bed, and climbed up between his legs.  His cock was limp until I
started fondling his balls.  As I rubbed, his penis started to grow, and
when I raked my nails across his balls he let out a moan.  This was a lot
easier when I was allowed to use my hands.

   He got hard almost immediately as I took him in my mouth.  I flicked my
tongue along

   has shaft, and his whole body spasmed and shuddered.  In seconds he shot
his load.  I licked

   his cock clean, and kissed it.  I was becoming one efficient cocksucker.

   "Alicia, you've done this before," he said, smiling at me as he caught
his breath.

   "Maybe once or twice," I said.  "But we'd better get downstairs.  I'll
meet you down there."

   He got dressed and went downstairs, while I wiped my face and fixed my
garish lipstick.

   The really gross part was picking the hairs out of my teeth.  As soon as
I got downstairs, Arcadia

   was waiting for me, and pulled me aside.

   "So how big is his cock?" she asked.

   This girl had a one-track mind.  "Maybe six inches," I whispered.

   "Well, I've got some more good news for you," she said, grinning at me.
"The boys are

   talking about your performance."

   I gasped.  "Carlos told Paul about me?"

   "What do you expect?  Boys talk about that stuff," she said.  "Real
boys, anyway."

   I just glared at her.

   "Don't get upset, sweetie.  You haven't heard the good news yet.  Paul
wants the same

   thing you gave Carlos."

   "Your date wants me?  How am I supposed to do that?"

   "I will admit, it could be a little sticky for you," she said.

   I fumed silently.

   "Don't worry, I have a plan.  I'll distract Carlos, and you can slip
away with Paul."

   "I don't know about this," I said, shaking my head.

   But Arcadia went across the living room to see Carlos.  "Turn on the
Sega," she said,

   "we can play Mortal Kombat."

   "I don't like to play video games," Carlos said, as he sprawled on the
couch.

   "What's the matter?" Arcadia taunted him.  "Are you afraid to lose to a
girl?"

   "We'll see about that," he said, getting up.

   Paul drifted over to me, and as Arcadia started the game, she winked at
us.  About a

   hundredth of a second later, Paul grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me
toward the

   staircase.  With Carlos engrossed in the game, we snuck upstairs.  Up in
my bedroom, I flashed

   a smile at Paul, and went down on him.  He was just as horny as Carlos,
and didn't last any

   longer.

   When we got downstairs, Arcadia and Carlos were still playing their
game, and they

   hadn't missed us.  Finally the game was over, and the boys started
making excuses about having

   to leave.  I guess they had already gotten what they came for.

   "I'm glad that's over," I said, after the boys were gone.  "They never
guessed about me."

   "Of course not, you make a very convincing slut," she said.

   "Thanks a lot," I said.  "Do you have anything else in mind for
tonight?"

   "No, I ought to be going home, too," she said, taking a pair of
handcuffs from her purse.

   "Of course, I can't leave you here unattended.  Hold out your wrists."

   I frowned, but did as she said.  I held out my hands, and she locked the
cuffs on me.

   "Come on, I'm going to put you to bed," she said.

   Now what?  She led me upstairs to my bedroom, and tied my wrists to the
headboard.

   I laid there on my back, bound and still fully clothed, and she held out
a white cloth.

   "I brought you something.  Open your mouth," she commanded me.

   I did so, and she stuffed it in my mouth, gagging me.  It had a strange
taste as I worked it

   around in my mouth.

   "I thought you'd like to clean my panties for me," she said.

   I winced and shook my head.

   "The thought of you sucking those two boys really turned me on, so I
masturbated in my

   panties tonight.  I'm afraid they're kind of yucky," she giggled, as she
taped my mouth shut.

   Now she tells me.

   * * * * *

   The following morning I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen
floor, clad in

   my maid's uniform, complete with knee pads and handcuffs, when Donna
pulled me to my feet.

   "Is something the matter, Mistress Donna?" I asked.

   "Have you taken a look at your hair, slave?" she demanded.

   I looked in the mirror, and saw a few stray hairs had gotten loose from
my maid's cap,

   and fallen across my forehead.  I pushed the hair aside, and said, I'll
fix my hair right away.

   "Don't bother," she said.  "I have a brush right here.  But first you're
going to feel it

   across your bottom."

   She didn't have to say anything else.  I pulled up my minidress, and
bent over her lap.

   "This will teach you to pay more attention to your hair," she said.

   She hit me a dozen times, beating me until I had to cry out.  Finally
she dragged me to

   my feet, and lifted me up on my tiptoes to face her.

   "If I ever see your hair or nails or makeup isn't perfect, you're going
to get more of the

   same.  Only a lot worse."

   "Yes, Mistress Donna," I sobbed.

   From that moment on, I must have checked my hair and makeup a hundred
times a day.

   I was paranoid that one hair would be out of place, or my lipstick might
be smudged.  No matter

   how busy I was with the housework, I always made time to check myself in
the nearest mirror.

   And that afternoon, Kathy came home.  With Craig.  For a while they just
watched, as I

   hurried back and forth, doing housework and checking my appearance in
the mirror.

   "See what I mean?" I heard Kathy say.  "She's such a sissy now that she
can't pass by a

   mirror without stopping to primp and preen."

   "Then let's give her something to do," Craig said.  "We can give her an
excuse to fix her

   lipstick."

   I stopped in mid stride and turned to see Kathy and Craig exchange
glances.  Then

   Kathy approached me, unlocked my handcuffs, and then locked them behind
my back.

   "You need a break, sweetie," she said.  "Why don't you go upstairs, and
kneel next to

   your bed with your mouth open until Craig comes up to visit you."

   How could I refuse an invitation like that?  "Yes, Mistress Katherine,"
I mumbled.

   "Mistress Katherine??" Craig said with a laugh.  What, is the little
faggot your slave

   now?"

   "You don't think so?" she asked him.  "Watch this!  Alicia, crawl over
to the stairs."

   In dismay I sank to my knees, and swung one of them out in front of me.
With my hands

   bound behind me, I could hardly crawl.  Ever so slowly, I crawled across
the room.

   At least she let me walk up the stairs, and then I had to wait for the
inevitable.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV09 Fun In The Sun

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 9: FUN IN THE SUN

   A few minutes later I heard Craig come upstairs, and I opened my mouth.
He found me

   waiting for him facing the bed on my knees, mouth wide open.

   "You know what, faggot," he said, unzipping his pants, "I'm kind of
tired, so I think I'll just

   lie here and let you do all the work.  If you want to suck my cock,
you're going to have to work for it." And he lay on the bed flat on his
back, his hands behind his head, and his cock flaccid.

   I pulled myself upright, and leaned over his cock.  The corset made it
hard to move, and

   I couldn't use my hands.  It was all I could do to reach his cock, and
start taking it in my mouth.

   He just yawned.

   I drew his cock in and out of my mouth, but to no effect.  He wasn't
even trying.  Here I

   was, the little slave girl doing him a favor by sucking on his limp
cock. I had to struggle for five

   minutes just to get him hard.  Finally I stopped in exhaustion.

   "Come on, you faggot," he shouted, grabbing me by a handful of hair. 
"Take it all in!

   Suck me until your jaw falls off!"

   I caught my breath, and went down on him again.  It took another minute
of rocking back

   and forth, but I finally got him off, his cum splashing in my face and
eyes.

   "There, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked, getting dressed.

   But I had to stay there on my knees until the cum dried on my face
before Kathy let me

   go fix myself up.  I spent the rest of the afternoon doing the laundry
and ironing clothes.  I was

   becoming a regular little homemaker.  I had just finished ironing when
Kathy waltzed in, wearing

   a red one-piece swimsuit.

   "Alicia, you've worked so hard today that I've asked Donna to let you
take a break.  Put

   on your little white bikini with your high heels.  Nothing else," she
said, and then added, "and

   because you've been such a good little girl, you may cuff your hands in
front of you."

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said.  Thank goodness for small favors,
huh?

   I went out to the pool and saw my sister sunning herself on a recliner
lounge and reading

   a copy of Cosmopolitan.  She was still wet from having been in the pool,
her hair slicked straight

   back.

   "Hasn't this turned out to be a beautiful day?  The fog just burned off
real late today, so it

   isn't too hot, but we can work on our tans together," she said, and
handed me a palm frond.

   "Stand over here on my left, facing the sun."

   I took the huge leaf and stood as she told me.

   She smeared a dab of sun block on my nose and said, "We wouldn't want to
burn that

   little button nose of yours, would we?"

   "No, Mistress Katherine," I said.

   But she shushed me, and held a red ball gag against my lips.  "No more
words from you,

   little slave.  Now take the ball.  I picked it out to match your
lipstick."

   "Please leave me alone-" I started to say, but the scowl on Kathy's face
made me think

   twice.  I opened wide, and she worked the gag as far in as she could,
tying it in place.  This

   horrible gag stretched my cheeks and mouth out of place, but there was
nothing I could do about

   it.

   "Now be a good girl and fan me, won't you?"

   She was so polite.  But then she didn't have to order me around any
more. She knew I

   wouldn't dare step out of line again.  I obediently waved the frond with
my bound hands.

   For the next hour, I fanned my sister, standing on high heels until my
feet ached.  The

   ball gag made my jaw ache so much that I couldn't help but moan.  My
hair was soaked with

   sweat, and I felt it trickling down my chest and back, too.  The heat
didn't bother my sister at all.

   Once in a while she got up to dive in the pool.  But she was thoughtful
enough to give me

   permission to stop waving the fan while she was in the pool.

   Fortunately, by late afternoon the fog was rolling back in, and I had a
chance to cool off.

   Kathy must have felt chilly, because she gave me permission stop fanning
her.  "Arcadia will be over any minute," she said.  "I invited her over to
give me all the juicy details of your date last

   night."

   Just what I needed.  God only knows what Arcadia would do to me when she
saw me like

   this.

   But she must have heard my moaning because she asked, "Alicia, is that
gag bothering

   you?"

   I nodded my head as vigorously as I could.

   "Would you like a smaller one?" she asked, holding up a penis gag.

   It looked like the penis gag had a much smaller diameter, so it had to
be better than this

   terrible ball gag.  I nodded again.

   She untied the ball gag, and removed it.  "All right, slave girl.  Now
say, 'please let me

   suck on that cock', and I'll give it to you.  Otherwise the ball goes
right back in."

   I worked my jaw, trying to ease the stiffness that had set in.  Finally,
she lost patience

   and started to shove the ball back in.  "Please let me suck on that
cock, Mistress Katherine," I

   blurted out.

   "Good girl," she said, and slid the penis gag into my willing mouth. 
After strapping on

   this smaller gag, she asked me to stand on the other side of the lounge
facing her.  "We want

   your back to get some sun, too, so all of your tan lines will show up."

   I walked around and stationed myself as she told me, and started waving
the palm frond.

   And that's when Arcadia showed up, in a red-and-orange bikini.

   "Tell me all about last night," Kathy said.

   "We had the best time," Arcadia said as she sat on the lounge next to
Kathy.  "Alicia got

   down on her knees for both of the boys."

   "I wish we could have taped that," Kathy said.  "In the future, maybe we
can work out

   some kind of hidden camera."

   And I had to stand there and wave the palm frond as Arcadia filled in
Kathy on all the

   juicy details of our date.  I thought the girls would never stop
laughing.

   "Let's go swimming," Kathy said, "and we can take her with us, too."

   I looked up in alarm.  She meant me.  In the pool.  With my hands bound.


   "Of course, she can't wear handcuffs in the pool," Arcadia said.

   "No, of course not," Kathy agreed, and she took the palm frond from me,
and unlocked

   my handcuffs.

   Whew!  For a minute, I thought they were going to throw me in the pool
like that.  I

   rubbed my wrists, and moaned into the gag.

   But then Arcadia pulled my arms behind my back, and I felt Kathy lashing
my wrists

   together with cords.  "Those handcuffs would rust in the pool.  These
ropes are much better."

   I shook my head, and whimpered into the gag as the ropes bit into my
wrists..  They

   couldn't do this to me!

   "Oh, now don't be such a sissy," Kathy said.  "Once the ropes get wet,
they'll loosen up a

   bit, and I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable."

   And then each girl took an arm, and they led me to the shallow end of
the pool.  I spread

   my legs, and dug in my heels against the concrete, but to no avail.  I
was bound and

   outnumbered me, and they dragged me kicking and screaming to the edge of
the pool.

   "Now just for being a bad little girl, I'm going to tie your ankles,
too," Kathy said.

   They had me face down on the pavement, just inches from the water, and I
screamed

   into the gag.

   But they ignored my whimpering and begging, as Kathy tied my ankles just
as tightly as

   my wrists.

   "Now stop whining," she said.  "Even like this, you can still do a
dolphin kick."

   Mind you, I'm a good swimmer.  Very comfortable in the water.  I grew up
in Santa Cruz,

   a surf town.  I've swam in rough water, and I've paddled out on my
boogie board through strong

   surf.  I even went through the Junior Lifeguard program.  But on none of
those occasions was I

   bound hand and foot.

   "Shouldn't we take the gag out?" Arcadia asked.

   "No, she'll just start screaming," Kathy said.

   I shook my head.  "No, I won't," I slurred into the gag.

   "Besides, she loves having a cock in her mouth, even if it's only a
rubber one," Kathy

   said.  "Why, just before you got here, she begged me to put that gag in
her mouth.  Tell the truth

   now, sweetie.  Isn't that right?"

   My sister was so good at twisting things.  I wish I could be half as
sneaky as she is.  But

   she had me, and I nodded my head.

   "All right," Arcadia said, "then let's go."

   And the two girls pulled me to my feet, and left me standing
precariously at the edge of

   the pool as they dove in.  I stood there shivering, the ropes biting my
wrists and ankles.

   "Come on in, Alicia.  The water's fine," Arcadia called to me.  Then she
splashed water

   on me.

   "Jump in right now, sissy, or we'll come out and get you," Kathy taunted
me.  And now

   both girls splashed water on my legs and chest.

   I whimpered into the gag, but I wasn't going into the pool under my own
power.  And it

   didn't take them long to figure that out.  They climbed out of the pool,
and grabbed me.  Kathy

   took me under the armpits, and Arcadia lifted my legs off the ground. 
Now I was airborne and

   completely helpless as they laughed and swung me back and forth.  I
looked up at Arcadia and

   made little squeals and screams, as they counted, "one, two...three!"

   They heaved me into the air, and I soared up and then down.  I blew some
air out of my

   nose just before I hit the surface, sending water splashing everywhere.
A moment later, I got my

   feet under me, and stood up.  By the time I could catch my breath with
the gag in my mouth, the

   girls were already in the pool.

   "Shame on you for making us leave the pool and come get you," Arcadia
said.  "The air

   is colder than the water, and you made me feel chilly.  Maybe we should
huddle for warmth." And she pulled me close to her.

   I shivered and trembled, as I stumbled in the water.  Waist deep water
is hard enough to

   walk in when your legs aren't tied together.

   "Will you stop being such a big baby?" Kathy said.  "We aren't going to
drown you in

   three feet of water."

   "No, we've got the deep end for that," Arcadia said, nose to nose with
me.

   My eyes widened as I stared at her leering face.  This girl was just
crazy enough to do it.

   Helpless, I squealed as Arcadia pulled me backwards until I was floating
on my back.  Then she

   gave me a little push toward the deep end of the pool.

   Bound and gagged, I looked from side to side as I saw myself floating
out toward deeper

   water.  I had to stay calm.  As long as I didn't panic I'd be all right.
I could float all day if I had to.  I just had to breathe normally, despite
the gag in my mouth.

   As I drifted along the two girls climbed out of the pool, and dried
themselves off.

   "See you later, Alicia," Kathy called to me.  "You did say you wanted me
to leave you

   alone."

   "Bye, sweetie.  We're going shopping now with Donna, so you're on your
own," Arcadia

   said, and blew a kiss to me.

   I looked up at them in horror.  They were going to leave me in the pool
all tied up!  With

   this gag in my mouth, I couldn't even call for help.  Helplessly, I
floated along, and saw the girls

   pack up and go.  My heart started pounding; they couldn't leave me like
this.  But then I heard

   the car start up, and they drove off.

   My heart sank.  And how long would it be before the rest of me sank?

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV10 Sink Or Swim

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical



   CHAPTER 10: SINK OR SWIM

   Trying to remain calm, I drifted along and stared up at the gray
overcast sky.  But then I

   bumped my head on the side of the pool.  Startled, my face dipped in the
water, and some got up

   my nose.  My sinuses burned, and I struggled to get my head above water.
Instinctively, I squirmed and strained against the ropes, but all that did
was wear me out.

   Coughing and choking, I finally got some air, and tried to tread water
using just my

   bound legs.  I was gasping for air, and sucking on the gag, but after a
minute of trying to stay

   afloat, I was so exhausted that I couldn't even kick my legs any more.
Finally I managed to flip

   over on my back and float, while I caught my breath.

   I was lucky to get out of that.  And now I was so tired that the next
time I went under I

   might not make it back to the surface.  After I rested for a few
minutes, I had to come up with a

   plan.  The girls were gone, and I had to get out of this on my own.  I
don't know how much longer

   I could last, so I had to try something.  I was still in the deep end,
but I managed to turn around

   to face the wall.  I planted my feet on the wall, sucked in as much air
as the gag let me, and

   pushed off.

   I sailed through the water, and as my momentum slowed, I did a dolphin
kick with my

   bound legs.  It gave me enough of a push to make it half way across the
pool.  And that was far enough; the water was only four feet deep here. 
Slowly, I hopped along the bottom in chestdeep water until I got to the
shallow end and rested.  Luckily, the water had loosened the ropes a

   bit.  No way could I get out of them, but at least the wet ropes weren't
cutting off my circulation.

   And that's where I waited for Kathy.  A couple of hours later she found
me sitting on the

   steps in the shallow end of the pool, neck-deep in the warm water.

   "Nice to see you're still alive," she said.  "But let me help you out of
the pool; we need

   you to serve dinner."

   She took the gag out of my mouth, and I shivered in the breeze, dripping
wet.  "I could

   have drowned in there," I cried.

   "Oh, poor baby.  You should have that before you beat me, little
sister," she said,

   sneering at me.

   "Was this your payback, just because I hit you?"

   "Oh no, sweetie.  I've got something else in mind for payback.  Now hop
to it," she said,

   and swatted me on my sore butt.

   Still bound and shivering, I had to hop across the pool deck toward the
house.  And to

   think this wasn't enough revenge for her.

   * * * * *

   After dinner Donna left for the day, I looked forward to some peace and
quiet.  And some

   rest for my aching butt.  But only after I cleared the dinner dishes did
I learn that Sandra was

   coming over to spend the night with Ron.  Trouble is, she wanted to see
me, too.

   Sandra found me in my bedroom, and wasted no time getting down to
business with me.

   Moments after her arrival, she had me on my knees, still clad in my
maid's uniform.

   "You've become one uppity little bitch, haven't you?" she said.  "What
were you thinking

   when you beat up your sister?"

   "She deserved it," I mumbled.  I guess Kathy leaving me in the pool to
drown wouldn't

   matter to Sandra.

   "And bringing a couple of boys over here last night?  I know boys turn
you on, but did

   Ron give you permission to have friends over for the evening?"

   "But Arcadia made me do it-"

   "Trouble is, Ron's too nice to you.  Even Donna and Kathy haven' t been
able to teach

   you any manners.  Why don't you get out of that cute little uniform?"

   I was delighted to take off the symbol of my humiliation.  But she had
me strip down to

   my birthday suit, and then handcuffed my wrists behind me.  Naked and
bound, I stood looking

   up at her.

   "Your skin is so smooth," she said, caressing my arms, and then running
her finger down

   my chest to my navel.  "But you still have all this hair around that
ugly little penis of yours.  Don't you want to be clean shaven all over?"

   "But no one ever sees that hair," I begged.  "It's always covered."

   "Wrong answer," she said.  Then she used a small pair of scissors to
trim my pubic hair.

   "Please be careful down there." I said.

   "Oh, what's the matter, faggot?  What good is a shriveled little cock
for a girl like you?"

   I held my breath and watched her shave my groin clean.

   "This is the only cock you need," she said, holding up a dildo.  "And I
know just the place

   for it.  In fact I think you should wear one from now on!"

   "No!  You can't make me do that!"

   "OH?  And what are you going to do about it?" she said, and slapped me
across the

   face.

   My cheek stung, and I tried to clear my head.  No sooner than I looked
her in the eye did

   she smack me again.  Same cheek, only harder.  Tears trickled down my
cheeks, and I struggled

   to back away.  But she grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me close
again.

   "Going somewhere?" she asked, and slapped me twice more.

   I couldn't get away.  I couldn't even move to escape the blows that
stung my face.  She

   squeezed my mouth shut, her fingers abusing my burning cheeks, and
backed me up until I was

   pressed against the wall.  She taunted me as she stood nose to nose with
me, pulling my hair,

   and swatting my cock from side to side.  Naked and bound, I was helpless
as she tormented me.

   There was only one thing I could do.  As she leaned forward I spit right
in her pretty face!

   I got her good, too!  There was spittle all over her mouth and nose,
even in her eyes.

   Her mouth dropped open.  She stood straight up, wiping at her eyes.  But
she didn't get upset.

   "I can see that we aren't making any progress here," she said in a calm
voice.  "Wait

   right here.  I'll be back real soon."

   I watched her leave, and then hurried over to the bed.  I sat down, and
then swung my

   feet up on the bed.  I tucked in my legs, and tried to get my feet
through my handcuffs to get my

   wrists out in front of me.  But I was still squirming and writhing on
the bed when Sandra returned, carrying a large bag.

   "Time to stop playing with yourself, faggot," she said.  "I've got
plenty of stuff here to

   arouse you."

   "Go away!" I screamed at her.

   But she flipped me on my back and started lubricating the crack of my
ass.

   "I wasn't sure what size butt plug you prefer, so this one will be
perfect."

   I turned to look back and saw a large rubber plug with a bulb attached.
"Get that thing

   away from me!" I shouted.

   "Don't you tell me what to do, slave girl," she said, and shoved it deep
inside me.  Then

   she thrust it in and out.  "Is this the way you like it?" she asked.

   I moaned with each thrust, fresh tears spilling down my hot cheeks. 
When she paused

   for a moment, I pleaded, "Please leave me alone!"

   But then the plug inside me began to swell.  She was inflating it!

   "Mistress Sandra, please, it's too big!" I whined.

   "Poor baby," she said.  "Get used to it, because you'll be dating boys
bigger than this

   soon."

   I sobbed and squirmed, trying to get comfortable with what seemed like a
watermelon

   shoved up my ass.

   "And now here's something so your mouth won't feel lonely," she said,
flipping me over

   on my back, and waving a black ball with a leather strap in my face.

   My eyes widened.  It had to be two inches across.  "But I can't put that
in my mouth," I

   protested.

   "Open wide and say ah," she said, forcing it against my teeth.

   I opened my mouth, and she pushed it in, stretching my jaw.  Finally,
she strapped it in

   place behind me head.  I moaned and groaned through the gag as I
squirmed and fidgeted.

   "Now, how does it feel to have both of your holes plugged?" she asked
sweetly.

   All I could do was lie there, whimpering and kicking my legs.

   "Glad you like it," she said.  "Now let me explain the changes you're
going to see around

   here.  From now on you're going to work in your corset all day.  And
you're going to wear fiveinch heels to make you look even sexier."

   I groaned in dismay and shook my head.

   "Oh yes you are," she said.  "And I'm going to connect your ankles with
a 12-inch chain,

   just to make sure you don't try to hobble off in that cute little
uniform of yours.  But first I've got

   another surprise for you."

   I didn't want any more surprises.  I'd had my fill of surprises by now.
But she showed me

   another butt plug.  What could she want with another one?

   "From the looks of your inflatable plug, you should be ready for this
now."

   She bent me over, forcing me to balance on my knees and face.  As I
gritted my teeth,

   she deflated my butt plug, and slowly drew it out.  Fortunately, once
she let the air out, it shrunk

   enough that it popped right out.  But then she screwed in the other one,
driving it in and out to

   make me buck and squirm.  It was so big that I screamed into the gag,
but finally I felt my

   sphincter muscles close around it.

   "This is where it really gets to be fun," she said.

   And then the plug started vibrating inside me!  It was wedged in against
my prostrate,

   and the buzzing was driving me crazy.  This was a new feeling, and on
some level it was

   arousing me.  I felt my cock starting to rise.

   Sandra grabbed my hair, pulled me up on my haunches, and stared at my
growing

   erection.  "So in spite of all your protests, our little faggot likes
having a cock shoved up his ass

   after all!" she said.

   I shook my head and murmured into the gag, but I couldn't help myself.
In seconds my

   cock stood straight as a flagpole.

   "We can't have any of that, Alicia!" she said in mock anger.  "Bad
girl!"

   And then she took hold of my rigid cock, and pulled on it.  I screamed
at her, but all that

   got me was a slap in the face.  My cheek stinging and tears in my eyes,
the erection wilted.

   "Now that's much better," she said.  "And just to make sure this never
happens again, I'm

   going to put this love strap on you."

   It looked like a jockstrap, but with a fine wire mesh sheath.  She
pulled it through my

   legs, and tied the leather strap around my waist.  Then she slipped my
flaccid cock into the metal

   sheath, and pulled it through my legs, tying it in back of me on the
leather belt.

   "Presto!" she said, "no more erection.  You'll find that you'll have to
go to the bathroom

   sitting down from now on.  Trying to have an erection will not only be
impossible, it'll be painful."

   Helpless, I could only stare at the perverse chastity belt around my
waist.

   "I know it'll be difficult for a slut like you to stop thinking about
sex, and having erections,

   so we're going to work on that, too.  See, since you spit on me, I
figure you've got too much

   testosterone."

   The glazed look in my eyes must have told her I didn't know what she was
talking about.

   "You little silly, I have to explain everything to you.  Testosterone is
very bad.  It's the

   male hormone, and it makes you act like a boy.  I'm going to give you
estrogen, to make you act

   like a girl.  You'll take one pill every day, and soon you'll start to
act and even look more like a

   girl.  Why, after awhile, you won't even want that ugly little thing
between your legs!" she said

   with an evil smile.

   A shudder went through me.  Not only were they making me dress and act
like a girl,

   now they were fooling around with my body chemistry.

   "I hope spitting on me was worth it, little slave," she said, stroking
my hair.  "Now you'd

   better get some rest, because you've got a lot of work to do."

   I was ready to climb into bed, but she had one more surprise for me.

   "You're going to sleep in this from now on," she said, holding a red and
white lace teddy

   up against my chest.

   It was a bright red satin heart that covered my chest and tapered to a
point at my groin.

   The back and edges were made of lace, and two spaghetti straps went over
my shoulders.

   "Where's the rest of it?" I tried to ask.

   "It's made of spandex, and one size fits all.  You'll look adorable in
it."

   She helped me into the teddy, sliding it against my smooth skin until it
fit around me like

   a glove.

   "Perfect!" she said.  "Now get some sleep.  You'll need all your
strength tomorrow."

   She left me there on the bed, bound and gagged.  How was I supposed to
get any sleep

   with that damn plug buzzing away inside me?

   The next morning, Donna removed my gag and butt plug, and I showered and
shaved.

   Yes, everywhere.  The battery in the butt plug must have died, and I got
a few hours of sleep.  I

   looked awfully ragged, and had to do a lot of work to make myself look
pretty.  And when I

   finished my makeup and hair, Donna was waiting for me with a large pill
and a glass of water.

   "It's time to make you into a proper young lady," she said.  "I've
brought you a nice big

   glass of water.  Now take this estrogen pill!"

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV11 Maid To Serve

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 11: MAID TO SERVE

   I swallowed the pill and gulped the water.  Then she made me open my
mouth and checked to make sure I really swallowed it.

   "You're lucky you spit on Sandra, and not me," she snarled.  "If you did
that to me, they'd

   have to scrape what's left of you off the walls!  Now get into your
uniform!"

   I had to dress as Sandra had told me.  I had a corset choking me, my
cock was tied

   between my legs, I was perched on 5-inch heels with my legs hobbled by a
chain.  My satin

   uniform was the least humiliating piece of apparel I was wearing.

   After breakfast, Donna was kind enough to lend me a penis gag and butt
plug.  With my

   hands cuffed in front of me, I was ready for work.

   "No frolicking in the pool for you today," she warned me.  "You're going
to work all day.

   Now scrub the basement floor."

   It took me an hour on my hands and knees to wash the entire basement
floor.  When I got back upstairs, I was surprised at how hot it was on the
ground floor.  It had been nice and

   cool in the basement.

   Kathy was waiting for me, wearing a towel and a white swimsuit.  "I love
your shoes,

   Alicia.  Those ankle straps are divine."

   "Thank you, Mistress Katherine.  But I've already turned my ankle on
these heels three

   times today."

   "There, there, you poor dear," she said, patting me on the head like a
puppy.  "I'd think

   you were used to having things tied around your ankles by now."

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I groaned.

   "Donna said I should tell you to wash all the windows on this floor. 
And then vacuum all

   the rugs.  They're real dirty again," she said, munching on a chocolate
chip cookie.  Then she let

   some crumbs fall on the carpet.

   I nodded my head.  "Why is it so hot in here?" I asked.

   "Santa Ana winds.  It's a real scorcher today," she said.  "That's why
we're all out by the

   pool.  We turned off the air conditioning since we don't need it.  Now
go about your chores,

   sweetie.  We'll look in on you from time to time, just to make you're
working hard."

   Kathy giggled, and headed out to the pool.  It was still morning, and
already I had to

   wipe the sweat from my brow with my bound hands.

   It was early afternoon by the time I finished all the windows, and I
felt like I was inside a

   greenhouse.  A hot summer day, and I was stuck inside.  Sweat covered my
face, the corset

   wouldn't let me breathe, and the satin minidress was plastered to my
skin.  I dragged out the

   upright vacuum cleaner, but I was so tired I had to sit down first.  I
knew I wasn't allowed to sit

   without permission, but those 5-inch heels were killing me, and I had to
rest.

   That's when Donna walked in.  "What are you doing, you lazy slave?" she
shouted.

   I jumped to my feet.  "I'm sorry, Mistress Donna.  It's so hot, I had to
rest for a minute.  I'll

   do the vacuuming right now!"

   "I should beat you for this, but I'm going to let you off easy just this
once," she said.

   Then she unlocked my handcuffs, and cuffed my hands behind me.  "Now get
back to work!  I

   had better not catch you goofing off again!"

   And she left me standing on my aching feet, dead tired, and with my
hands bound

   behind me.  I fumbled for the vacuum cleaner switch, and sweat dripped
down into my eyes.

   Now I couldn't even wipe my face, and I had to work the rest of the day
like this.  I found the

   switch, and the vacuum cleaner roared to life.  I tried to shake the
sweat from my eyes, and I

   turned an ankle.  With my wrists bound behind me, I lost my balance.  I
cried out as I fell to the

   floor, but I doubt anyone could hear me over the whine of the vacuum
cleaner.

   For a moment I lay there on the floor, trying to catch my breath.  I
wondered if falling

   down was against the rules?  I struggled to my knees, the unyielding
corset preventing me from

   bending at the waist.  With the last of my strength, I used my wrists to
pull myself up against the

   dining room table.  Now on my feet, I had to catch my breath again, and
then I teetered over to

   the vacuum cleaner, and caught the handle.  Then, looking over my
shoulder, I dragged it along

   behind me, being careful to pick up all the lint and crumbs on the
carpet.

   By early evening I had finished all the housework, and Kathy met me as
the base of the

   stairway.  My sister and I made quite a contrast.  She looked radiant
with her white swimsuit

   showing off her new suntan.  Me?  Half-blinded by my own sweat, I was
completely exhausted,

   and weak from hunger because I hadn't eaten all day.  It was a safe bet
that I didn't smell too

   good, either.

   "Finished already, little sissy?" she said, gently tapping me on the
nose.  "Now you have

   to make all the beds upstairs.  And the corners better be perfect, too."

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I gasped, and trudged upstairs.  One step at
a time, balancing

   precariously on my heels, tying to keep my hobbled ankles together. 
Somehow, I made it

   upstairs without killing myself, and minced over to the edge of my bed.
But try as I might, my

   waist couldn't bend to let me get my hands on the bed linen.

   Finally I gave up, and slumped on the floor next to the bed.  I sat
there a few minutes

   until Kathy came upstairs to check on my progress.

   "Is something the matter, little slave?  Didn't Donna warn you about
goofing off?"

   "I can't do it," I whined.  "Go ahead and beat me.  I can't bend over
enough to get the

   sheets."

   "You are so pathetic," she said.  "We wouldn't tell you to do this if it
was impossible.

   Why do you think we didn't gag you today?"

   I thought for a moment.  It just might work.  I rolled onto my knees,
and crawled to the

   corner of the bed.  Kneeling next to the bed, I grabbed the sheet with
my teeth, and pulled until it

   was straightened out.

   "Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought, Alicia," she said with a nod of
her head.  "Now

   hurry up and finish all three beds."

   An hour later, I had crawled and tugged at sheets and blankets, tasting
more bed linen

   than I ever wanted to.  But I had done it.  I slumped on the floor
again, this time in triumph.  This

   was an achievement in my life now.  I was proud of making beds with my
teeth.

   But Kathy had one last task for me.  She led me to the bathroom, and
make me kneel in

   front of the toilet.

   "The toilet needs to be cleaned," she said.  "The brush is over there."

   It was a short brush, with only a five inch handle.  But how could I get
it into the toilet

   with my hands behind me?

   "But I can't reach down there.  Even if I sit on the toilet, I can't
reach in far enough," I

   pleaded.

   "There you go again," she said derisively.  "You still aren't gagged are
you?"

   So that was it.  I took the brush handle in my mouth, and tried to lean
forward into the

   toilet.  Bet even on my knees, the corset wouldn't let me bend far
enough.  I swiped at the toilet

   from side to side, but I could barely make it reach the surface of the
toilet water.

   "Hurry up," Kathy said, and she kicked me in the ass.

   Startled, I screamed and dropped the brush in the toilet.  I turned to
look up at her.

   "Now what are you going to do?" she asked.

   "Mistress Katherine, please help me," I begged.

   "Oh, all right," she said.  Then she lifted my legs, and aimed my whole
body at the toilet.

   "Now let's see if we can't find that brush!"

   "Noooo," I wailed, as she slid me toward the water.  My face splashed in
it, and then she

   pulled me out.

   "Looks like you missed," she said.  "We'll have to try again."

   And so we played 'bobbing for toilet brushes' until I finally grabbed it
on my eighth or

   ninth try.  Then she took me by the neck, and shoved me forward,
scrubbing out the toilet.

   Finally she left me alone on the tile floor, so tired that I was
light-headed.  I was glad this

   day was over; and at least the water had been cool.

   Then she returned .  "Sweetie, I know you haven't had anything to eat
all day, so I

   brought you a little something," she said, and placed two bowls in front
of me.

   "But Mistress Katherine, that looks like dog food," I said in dismay.

   "That's right!  I went to the store today and got it special, just for
you.  Now dig in; it even

   makes its own gravy.  And when you finish it, I'll let you have the bowl
of water."

   I was so tired and hungry I could have eaten anything.  I stuck my face
in the dog food,

   and started eating.  One the one hand it tasted awful, like spoiled
meat, but most of it got all over

   my face anyway.  Finally she let me lap up the water.  I was so parched
I thought I was going to

   dehydrate.  When I had finished, she sat across from me on the bathroom
floor.

   "I'm tired of your attitude, and so is everyone else.  If you don't
shape up, every day of

   your life will be just like this, only worse," she said.  "Take a good
look at yourself, sweetie.  You look like shit, and you smell like shit. 
Now are you going to be a good little girl or not?"

   It was true.  Drenched in sweat, I couldn't even stand my own smell. 
There I was, bound

   and helpless on my knees with dog food caked on my face.  I was so tired
I could barely eat, and

   my knees and feet ached.  And all I had to look forward to was more of
this.

   "I'll do whatever you want," I mumbled.

   "Speak up," she said sharply.  "What's your name?"

   "My name is Alicia," I said in a clear voice.  "I'm a sweet little slave
girl, and I want to

   look pretty so the boys will like me."

   "Good," she said with a look of triumph.  "But I don't want this to be a
hasty decision on

   your part, so I'd like you to sleep on it."

   Then she dragged me onto the carpet, and chained my ankles to the
cabinet under the

   sink.

   "Sweet dreams, little slave," she said, and turned off the light.

   Bound and exhausted in the darkness, not even my own smell could keep me
awake.  I

   fell fast asleep.

   The next morning, I was dressed and ready for duty when Donna made me
carry a

   suitcase into an empty bedroom.  I could hardly lift it as I minced
along on my hobbled legs.

   "There are only three more of them downstairs, Alicia," she said.

   "Are these your suitcases, Mistress Donna?" I asked.

   "Yes they are, slave girl.  I'm moving in here to supervise you
twenty-four hours a day.

   Isn't that good news?"

   I could almost feel my chin hit the floor.  "Yes, Mistress Donna," I
moaned.  "I'm delighted.  I don't deserve this."

   "Since you're been a disobedient little girl, Ron felt that you needed
more discipline.  First you brought boys over here at night, and then you
spit on Sandra.  But I'm sure I can fix you."

   "Yes, Mistress," I said.  This was going to be one long summer.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV12 The Education Of Alicia

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 12: THE EDUCATION OF ALICIA

   I spent the next two weeks learning to be a slave girl by day and a
proper young lady at

   night.  Every day Donna found some reason or excuse to beat me.  Once I
didn't fold the laundry

   right.  Another time I mixed up my clothes with Kathy's stuff.  I
couldn't help it; the underwear all looked the same to me.  She solved that
problem masterfully, by purchasing for me a dozen pair of pink panties. 
All with tiers of lace, and all crotchless.  But no matter what I did, I
always ended up facing the corner, hiking up my skirt, and wobbling on
unsteady heels while Donna tattooed my poor butt until I cried.

   * * * * *

   One day I couldn't stand any more.  "I've done everything you want,
Mistress Donna," I

   whined.  "Won't you ever stop beating me?"

   "You look like you're just going through the motions.  Like you don't
enjoy being a slave

   girl.  And I'm going to keep beating you until you show some
enthusiasm."

   "You mean I have to like being a slave in my own house?" I asked in
disbelief.

   "You need an attitude adjustment, little sissy.  And until you start
acting like a sweet little

   slave, I'm going to whip your ass every night."

   "I'll do it, Mistress Donna," I said.

   Then my sister laughed.  "This I gotta see," she said.

   Donna turned to me.

   "No, I mean it," I said.  "I promise."

   Fifteen minutes later, I was cheerfully dusting the furniture when Kathy
interrupted me.

   She bound my wrists behind me and said, "Craig will be over any minute
to try out your new

   enthusiasm.  Go up to your room and kneel with your mouth open."

   My eyes widened, but I just said, "Yes, Mistress Katherine."

   "And you'd better tell him how much you love sucking his cock. 
Enthusiasm counts, you

   know!"

   Soon Craig towered over me, dressed in a white T-shirt and gray sweat
pants.  As baggy

   as his pants were, they did not conceal a bulge.  "Kathy tells me you
really like sucking cock

   now.  Go to it, faggot!"

   I knelt at his feet, waiting for him to drop his pants.

   "Come on," he said.  'I don't have all day!"

   "Yes, sir," I said.  Now I understood.  I leaned forward and took the
drawstring of his

   pants with my teeth, and pulled on it.  Finally it came loose, his pants
were down, and his cock

   was up.

   He was much more eager than last time.  I had barely started licking his
balls when he

   started moaning.  I ran my tongue all over his cock, as I sucked it in
and out, and he came in my

   mouth almost immediately.  Obediently I licked it clean, and kissed the
tip of his cock.

   I thought he'd be happy, but he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked me
to my feet.

   "You pathetic little freak," he snarled.  "I love to beat the shit out
of faggots like you.  I wish I

   could tell my friends how I can have my cock sucked any time I want. 
But then they'd kill you,

   and the party would be over.  Where would I ever find another
cocksucking loser like you?"

   "Please...please don't hurt me," I begged.

   "What do you think about while you're doing housework all day?  Do you
daydream

   about your boyfriends?  About how good you feel when one of them shoves
his cock up your

   ass?'

   "I'll do whatever you want, just let me go-"

   He punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.  I fell face
down at his feet,

   and lay on the floor doubled over, gasping or air.

   "Yeah, you can go now," he said, kicking me as he stepped over my prone
body.  "I'm

   sure you're got some dusting you're just dying to get back to."

   The next day, my stomach still ached when Kathy got me out of bed bright
and early to

   go to Jennifer's salon.

   "Wake up, sunshine!" she shouted, shaking me awake.  "We have to get to
the salon

   before regular business hours."

   I thought my hair looked nice, but what do I know about hair styles?  If
my sister wanted

   me to go to the salon, I figured she must have a good reason.

   Turns out she had a bad reason.  When we got there, Jennifer unlocked
the doors for

   us, Kathy quickly tied my hands behind me.

   But Jennifer was bright and cheerful as always.  "I've got a surprise
for you today," she

   gushed.  I've got a friend in the back room waiting just for you!"

   "A friend?" I said in alarm.  "What kind of friend?"

   "A cute little boy just like you used to be.  Well, maybe he's not quite
as pretty as you,

   but I'm sure you'll get along with him just fine," Jennifer said.

   "N-no, I don't think I want to meet your friend-"

   Then Kathy grabbed me and shoved me toward the back door.  "It's payback
time for the

   beating you gave me," she said, "and if you hurt that boy's feelings,
I'll hurt a lot more than just

   your feelings."

   Jennifer took a firm hold of me and said, "Jeremy's a nice boy.  But
he's very sensitive,

   so you'd better make him happy or I'll find someone a lot bigger and
meaner for you.  I've told

   him you're into bondage, but you're a little shy, so he'll have to meet
you more than halfway.

   And if you know what's good for you, you're going to pretend to like
everything he does."

   Then Kathy pushed me through the doorway, and slammed the door behind
me. Jeremy

   was waiting for me, dressed in a T-shirt and bluejeans, sitting on a
loveseat.

   He smiled at me, and said, "I'm Jeremy.  You must be Alicia; Jennifer's
told me so much

   about you."

   "Hi," I said nervously.  I took a good look at him; he was my age and
size.  And he really

   was cute, with a brown pageboy haircut that just covered his ears.

   "I wish I could dress like that," he said, pointing at my pink blouse
and white skirt.  "And I'd

   give anything to have long curly hair like you.  I just don't want
anyone to know I'm gay."

   My heart sank.  I was tied up, facing a kid who thought I was gay like
him.  My sister had

   set all this up, and I had to behave myself.

   "I'm not brave enough to play it up like you, Alicia," he said, moving
in on me.  "And

   besides, my parents would kill me if they found out."

   Before I could think of anything to say, he had me in his arms, his lips
planted on mine.

   "Come on, open your mouth," he said, "I feel like I'm kissing a dead
fish."

   There was no way out of this.  My sister had made sure of that.  And I
had to convince

   this kid I was gay, too, or I'd be in big trouble when I got home.  I
kissed him back, our tongues

   meeting.  He hugged me, and I felt a bulge in his pants rub up against
me.

   "Let's not waste any more time," he said, and started unzipping his
pants.

   I stood there helpless and resigned myself to giving another blow job,
when he said, "Oh,

   yeah, I forgot you like being tied up.  I'll help you out of your
panties."

   "What-" I asked, as he sat me down, and reached under my skirt to pull
down my

   panties.  I came to the horrible realization that he wasn't here to have
his cock sucked.  He was

   going to put it somewhere else, and expected me to like it.

   TO BE CONTINUED



   Subject: (fwd) ASV13 Kathy's Revenge

   From: PupDoesIt <thwhite@capital.net>

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 13: KATHY'S REVENGE

   "Uh, can we wait a minute?" I asked.

   But he helped me bend over the loveseat, and said, "It's all right,
Alicia.  Your sister told

   me you're shy around new boys." Then he smeared some lubricant up my
ass. I shuddered,

   and turned away from him, so he couldn't see my face.

   My mind raced.  What could I do?  I wondered, as I felt his hot breath
on the back of my

   neck.  What could I say, as I felt his hands kneading my butt, spreading
me wider?  But there

   was no escape, and I knew it.  And then he was inside me.  I shivered as
he forced his way

   deeper.  He wasn't as big as the butt plug I was used to, but this was a
real cock sliding in and

   out of me.  A tear trickled down my cheek, as he rode in and out. 
Finally he shot his load inside

   me, and pulled out, breathing heavily.  I laid there, bent over the
loveseat.

   "Wow, was it good for you, too?" he asked, catching his breath.

   I just groaned and fought back the tears.

   He pulled me upright, and turned to face me, smiling.  Seeing the look
on my face, his

   smile vanished.  "Alicia, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

   "N-no, I'll be fine," I stammered, trying not to sniffle.  Being raped
wasn't bad enough;

   now I had to pretend I liked it.

   "Good!" he said.  "We'll have to do this again some day."

   "Yes, I'd like that," I mumbled.

   He got up and left, and it took me a couple of minutes to pull myself
together.  When I

   went back inside, Jennifer and my sister were waiting for me.

   "So now you know what's it's like to be a real girl, little faggot," my
sister said.  "How did

   you like it?"

   I just stood there, and studied the floor.

   "Have you been crying, sweetie?" Jennifer asked.  "Why the tears?"

   "I'm all right," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

   "Good!" Jennifer said.  "Because Jeremy thought you look so cute in
those curls that I'm

   going to give you a new hairdo for the rest of the summer."

   I looked up at last, and mumbled, "What kind of hairdo?"

   "I'm going to do your hair all in tight curls!"

   I stared at myself in the mirror.  "I don't think that would look so
good," I offered.

   "Oh, don't be such a stick in the crud.  You need to try new things,"
Kathy said.  "New

   experiences, new boyfriends, new hairstyles.  Jeremy said he liked your
curls, and I think it's a

   good idea too.  Besides, if your hair stays in place, your mistress
won't beat you up so often."

   Ah, so my new hairstyle would be functional as well as pretty, I
thought. Very practical,

   that sister of mine.

   "Her mistress beats her?" Jennifer asked in surprise.

   "Oh, yes.  At home she's a sweet little slave girl, always running to
and fro in her little

   maid's outfit, cleaning here and dusting there.  But her mistress is
very strict, and if Alicia has a

   single hair out of place, she gets an awful beating."

   "I'd love to see that!  You must invite me over some time," Jennifer
said, as she led me to

   the reclining chair where I had my hair shampooed.

   Still bound, I had to lie back with me hair in a sink, which she quickly
filled.

   "You'll have to stay in that curling lotion for at least half an hour,
so make yourself

   comfortable," Jennifer said.

   And so I lay there with my wrists still bound, and tried to fall asleep
with my arms

   crushed underneath me.  I didn't get to see what I looked like with
curlers in my hair, thank

   goodness.  Finally, after sitting under a hair dryer forever, they let
me take a look.

   My head was covered with bright shiny brown curls.  My shoulder length
hair now barely

   reached my chin and the nape of my neck.  I stared in amazement as I
shuffled closer to the

   mirror, looking at my face framed in pretty curls.  No one would ever
mistake me for a boy now.  I looked even younger and prettier now.

   "See, she loves it so much she's speechless!" Kathy said.

   Maybe I couldn't speak, but I turned and gave my sister a withering
look.

   "Oh, what's the matter, sweetie?" she asked.  "You don't look happy at
all."

   "Just leave me alone," I muttered.

   "Now is that any way to talk to your sister, after she was thoughtful
enough to arrange

   your date with Jeremy?" Jennifer asked me.

   My date.  That's what she called it.

   "I think she needs to learn some manners," Kathy said.  "Maybe Jeremy's
too good for

   her.  Can you set Alicia up with someone else?"

   "Well, there's Bruno," Jennifer said.  "But he's a big guy; he's got an
organ fit for a

   horse."

   I cringed.

   "Sounds perfect!" Kathy said.

   "No, he'd probably break this pretty little thing in half," Jennifer
said.

   "Then maybe Jeremy could think of someone; he must know lots of other
fags.  And you

   could go out with two of them," Kathy said, turning to me.  She lifted
my chin and made me face

   her.  "Wouldn't you to suck on one dick, while another boy rams his
stiff cock up your ass?"

   It was enough to make my skin crawl.  I couldn't help it; try as I
might, I burst into tears.

   * * * * *

   That night, I had trouble sleeping.  Bound to the headboard in my flimsy
red teddy, I kept

   thinking about what Jeremy had done to me.  How could things get any
worse?  Then I thought I

   heard a sound at the door.  I strained against my bonds for a moment,
and gave up.  But then I

   saw a shadow move in the darkness.  I tried to look up, but a hand
covered my eyes, and turned

   my head aside.  I felt the soft touch of a girl gently climbing into the
bed and rubbing up against

   me.

   "Kathy, please leave me alone," I begged.  "I'll do whatever you want
tomorrow."

   She giggled and said, "You'll do whatever I want right now."

   That wasn't my sister's voice.  As her hand slid away from my eyes, and
down my cheek,

   I could see the outline and features of her beautiful face, even in the
darkness.  Arcadia.

   "What do you want?  Does anyone know you're here?" I blurted out.

   "Don't worry, sweetie.  I want you all to myself.  When we dated, those
two boys got to

   share you, and I felt left out," she said, and climbed up on my chest.
"Ooo, I love your nightie;

   Kathy told me about it, but I had to see it for myself.  It feels so
soft."

   "Arcadia, please get off me," I gasped.  I could hardly breathe with her
kneeling on me.

   But she crawled over me until she positioned her groin over my face.

   "You satisfied our dates, but not me.  Now you will pleasure me," she
said, and then

   whispered, "you don't want me to get mad at you, now do you?"

   No, I didn't.  Not that I had any choice, as she ground her pussy in my
face.  The smell

   assaulted my nostrils, but I couldn't get away.  She was already wet,
and I licked up and down

   every chance she gave me, gasping for air whenever I could.  She grabbed
my hair and rocked

   up and down on my face, finally hissing like an animal as she came on my
face.

   She leaned back, her lithe body resting on top of mine as I gasped for
air.  I lay there

   covered with both sweat and her pussy juice, trying to catch my breath,
praying that she'd go

   away.

   "Now it's your turn," she said.

   "MY turn?" I asked, my voice breaking.

   "Nothing makes me hotter than seeing a helpless little sissy with pubic
hair stuck in his

   teeth.  Especially when it's MY hair.  And Sandra gave me another toy,
so now I can plug both

   your holes."

   And as she sat astride my waist, I saw her strapping something around
herself.  At last

   she got up, and I could move again.  I turned to face her, and even in
the darkness, I could see a

   shape projecting out from her waist.  As she approached me, I recognized
it.  She was wearing a

   strap-on dildo, a half-dozen inches long.

   "Would you be so kind as to roll over on your back, Alicia?" she asked,
putting her face

   close to mine.  "And then get your knees under you so I can butt-fuck
you doggie-style."

   "Arcadia, please don't do this to me," I begged.

   She grabbed a handful of hair, and used it to twist my head around,
making me wince.  "I

   won't ask you nicely again," she said.  "Kathy told me how you did it
for Jeremy, so it's not like

   I'm taking your cherry.  Now be a good little faggot, and do as I say."

   I whimpered, and rolled over on my back.  Then as I tucked my knees
underneath me,

   she helped me out of my teddy.  And then I felt her lubricating my ass,
sliding a finger in and out.

   "Please be careful," I begged.

   Her response was to pull my head back, and shove a penis gag in my open
mouth.  "I

   really don't like to do a lot of talking while I'm having sex, so I
brought along this face fucker just

   in case you felt like making conversation."

   Now gagged and helpless, she threw me face forward into my pillow with
my butt in the

   air, and started ramming her dildo inside me.  I wriggled and twisted,
but she kept pounding

   away at me.  At least Jeremy was getting off when he fucked me; Arcadia
just wanted to hurt me.

   With my butt stretched and aching, I whimpered into the gag as she
rocked me back and forth.

   As she kept driving it in and out, my whimpers turned to screams.

   "Really turns you on, doesn't it?" she asked, breathing heavily.

   My muffled screams went on without end.  Did this crazy girl really
think she was exciting

   me?  Tears poured down my cheeks, and finally she gave up, and collapsed
onto the bed next to

   me.

   As we lay side by side covered in sweat, she turned me to face her. 
"You're a bit of a

   mess down there, so try not to bleed all over the sheets, will you?"

   I just shook my head and cried into the gag.  My butt hurt, but the
emotional pain was

   worse.

   "I really drilled you good, didn't I?" she asked.

   Not exactly, I thought.  She drilled me bad.

   * * * * *

   The next morning, I woke up thinking I had hit bottom.  Arcadia hadn't
really hurt me, but

   I looked like a girl, and I'd been used like a girl.  What else could
happen?  Then Kathy untied

   me from my bed.

   "Don't bother getting into your maid's uniform this morning," she said.
"Ron gave me a

   couple of free passes to a health club that's only a short walk from
here."

   "Should I dress like you?" I asked.  She wore a white T-shirt and
shorts.

   "Not quite.  You know you can't wear pants.  Not even shorts for a sissy
like you.  I've got

   a tennis skirt that should fit you."

   I wore a T-shirt over my training bra, a short white skirt, ankle socks,
and thin white

   sneakers.  Sad to say, this was the most masculine attire I'd worn in
some time.  Kathy noticed

   that, too, so she made me wear half a dozen bracelets.  I couldn't move
without the bangles and

   silver bracelets rattling against each other.

   "But we're just going to a health club," I said.  "Why so much jewelry?"

   "Because a pretty girl should make some noise when she struts around
town," she said

   with a mocking grin.

   "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I groaned.

   "And if I ever catch you not wearing any bracelets, I'll give you a pair
of handcuffs.  No

   matter WHERE we are!"

   I swallowed, and off we went.  Once we got to the club, our passes gave
us free run of

   the whole place.  Swimmers went up and down a 25-meter swimming pool,
but the rest of the club was almost deserted.  Mid-morning must be their
slack time, I thought, as we were alone outside a weight room.

   "You can have lots of fun here checking out the hard bodies," Kathy
said.

   "What did you have in mind?" I asked, my suspicion growing.  I suspected
she hadn't

   brought me here to work out.

   "There's a lot of big strong guys here.  I'm sure they'd like to get to
know a pretty little

   thing like you!" she said, smiling at me as she stroked my cheek.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV14 Alicia Gets A Workout

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 14: ALICIA GETS A WORKOUT

   "No, Kathy please!" I said, with panic in my voice.

   "What's the matter?  Wouldn't you like to flirt with some of those big
studs we saw at the

   pool?

   "Nooo," I groaned looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

   "What's wrong, sweetie?  Oh, I know!  I'll bet you're still thinking
about that pretty boy

   Jeremy.  But wouldn't you rather have a big cock rammed up your ass?  Do
you really go for cute

   little boys instead of big strong ones?"

   "Please, no.  Arcadia nearly killed me last night," I begged.

   "I'm just trying to find out your type.  Do you like Jeremy or would you
rather find

   someone new here?"

   "Shhh," I implored her.  "Someone might hear you!  I'll do anything you
want, but not

   that."

   "Anything?  Are you sure?"

   All I could think about was my poor tender ass.  "Anything, as long as
you don't set me

   up with another guy," I pleaded.  When would I ever learn?

   "All right," she said, and patted me on the head.  "But you'd better
behave yourself and

   do as I say, or I'll beat the crap out of you every day for a month!"

   I nodded my head, relieved at escaping a close call, and she took me
into the weight

   room.

   "Let's see what we can find here," she said.  "Take a look at that."

   There were only a couple of people in a room of fifteen Nautilus
machines, and off in the

   corner, I saw a tall girl in a gray sweatsuit with her short hair
brushed back.  She stood at a bicep

   machine, lifting 100-pound weights with each arm.

   "She might like you," Kathy said.

   "What kind of girl would be interested in me dressed like this?" I
asked, shaking my

   head.  It was one of those questions you really didn't want answered.

   Kathy just flashed that evil smile of hers.  "Look at that sweat
dripping down her chest,"

   she said.  "There's a dyke if ever I saw one.  She could tear you limb
from limb."

   "You...yo'u're not thinking of-" I stammered.

   "I bet she'd like a cute little femme like you!"

   My mouth open in amazement, I finally shook my head.

   "We made a deal," Kathy snarled.  "We agreed that you wouldn't have
anything to do

   with boys here.  That's a girl over there, and she's fair game for you."

   But it was a big girl.  A huge girl.  I stared at her, and then turned
to my sister.  "What do

   you want me to do?" I asked, frowning.

   She handed me a scarf from her purse.  "Tell her you'd like to lick her
sweaty pussy, and

   she can use this scarf to tie your hands."

   My hands shook as I took the pink scarf.  "But what if she finds out I'm
not a girl?"

   "That could be embarrassing for you," my sister deadpanned.  "Girls like
her really hate

   boys.  If she gets under your skirt looking for some chow mein, and
finds an eggroll instead...well

   sweetie, she won't be happy!"

   I took another look at that girl, and then back at my sister with sad
eyes.

   "Move it, sissy!" she said, shoving me forward.  "And make sure she ties
you up!"

   I crossed the room as slowly as I could, wondering if this is how the
male black-widow

   spider feels.  Finally I stood before the girl at the bicep machine. 
She was a teenager or maybe

   a young adult, and she had to be six feet tall.

   "Hi," I squeaked.  "I couldn't help but admire how you work out on that
machine."

   "Thanks," she grunted, and did another repetition.

   "Strong girls really turn me on," I said, and then whispered, "I hope
you won't take this

   the wrong way, but I'd really love to lick your sweaty pussy."

   She stepped away from the machine and took a good look at me.  I thought
she was

   going to deck me right there, but she said, "Kid, how old are you?"

   "Old enough to be into bondage," I said, offering her the scarf.  "I
wish you'd tie me up

   and make me do it."

   She thought for a moment, looked around, and then said, "Come with me."

   She took me by the wrist in her iron grip, and led me down the corridor
into another

   room, past a hot tub and showers, and into a sauna room.  It was so hot
and steamy that I had to

   stop to catch my breath.  The room was empty except for several wooden
benches with towels

   draped over them.

   "We'll have more privacy here," she said, barricading the door with a
heavy bench.

   "What's your name?"

   "Alicia," I said, noticing that my only path of escape was now
hopelessly blocked.

   She took the scarf, turned me around and bound my wrists, making me
wince.  I didn't know a pretty little scarf could be that tight.

   "How long have you been doing this?" she asked, dropping her sweatpants
and shorts.

   "Uh, long enough to be good at it," I lied, as she sat on a bench, and
pulled me to my

   knees in front of her.

   "Really?" she asked doubtfully.  "Then show me how good you are."

   For a moment I stared into the naked bush a few inches in front of my
nose.  The mixed

   smells of sweat and musk made me want to retch.  At least Arcadia had
been clean when she

   made me eat her.  I wrinkled my nose, and dove in, licking here, and
probing my tongue there.

   "Lower!" she rasped.

   I leaned forward, and lapped up and down between her vagina and anus. 
It wasn't long

   before she shuddered, grabbed my face, and pulled it against her moist
pussy as a flood of juice

   spilled out.  I lapped up all the juice I could, as it ran down my chin.
Oh, what I must look like

   now.

   "Thanks," I gulped, sitting back on my haunches.  "Now if you'll just
untie me-"

   "No, thank YOU," she said.  "Now it's your turn."

   "No, no," I cried, shaking my head.  'You don't have to-"

   "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, Alicia," she said, lifting my skirt, and
reaching for my

   panties.

   Bound and helpless, I tried to get up, but she just gathered me in her
arms.

   "Oh, don't play hard to get," she said, and pulled down my panties. 
"You'll like-"

   And then her face darkened.

   "Please don't be mad at me.  I only wanted to-"

   Her fist in my stomach silenced me.  I crumpled at her feet, gasping for
air.

   "You little bastard!  I don't know what kind of games you like to play,
but you've fooled

   around with the wrong person."

   As I lay there doubled over from the pain in my gut, she ripped my
panties right off me.

   "Please let me go," I gasped as she pulled me up to my knees.  "I can
explain-"

   "Explain this!" she said, stuffing the panties in my mouth.  "I've heard
all I want to from

   you."

   I knelt before her, trying to speak as I chewed on my panties.

   "So you like being tied up, huh?" she asked, as she wrapped a towel
around my face,

   covering my eyes and further gagging my mouth.

   I could hardly see out of one eye, and all I could do was shake my head
as she tied the

   towel in place.  She climbed up on a bench, and tied an electrical cord
from the light fixture to my bound wrists, pulling them up, and forcing me
to bend at the waist.

   Then she stepped back to admire her handiwork.  My shoulders ached as my
arms were

   pulled straight upward.  My skirt was around my ankles, so I couldn't
even spread my legs for

   balance.

   "I'm sure you're used to being tied up better than this, but I'm not
into any of that

   perverted bondage stuff like you.  I have to do the best I can with the
materials I have to work

   with."

   Still, she was doing a damn good job.

   "Like this," she said.  "Someone left a towel here dripping wet.  How
rude!  What do you

   suppose we can do with a wet towel?"

   I had a pretty good idea, as I whimpered into my gag.  I heard her swing
the towel back

   and forth through he air, and gritted my teeth.  Then THWACK!  as it
landed on my butt, making

   me jump.

   "Do you think there's something wrong with me being a lesbian?" she
asked, and

   smacked my other cheek.

   I screamed into the gag as tears trickled down my face.

   "At least I don't dress up like a guy and try to trick people," she
shouted, and hit me twice

   more.

   I sobbed into my gag, and sucked on the panties, as she hit me on the
back of my thighs

   a half-dozen times.

   "How does that feel?" she asked, walking around me.  "Now I see why you
pretend to be

   a girl.  You aren't too tough, are you?"

   My whole body shuddered as I whimpered.  I'd agree to being the most
gutless wimp in

   the world if it would make her stop.

   And then she grabbed my cock.  "There are times I wish I had one of
these," she said.

   "Maybe I'll take this one!"

   I froze in place.  As she squeezed my cock, I whimpered and tried to beg
for mercy.

   Even so, my cock grew and hardened.  Then she snapped the towel against
my erect cock.  My

   knees buckled, and only my bound wrists held me up.  Despite the pain in
my groin, I felt like my

   shoulders were getting dislocated, and struggled to regain my feet.

   "I'm tired of listening to your whimpering," she snapped at me.  "Would
you like to go for

   a walk, you little bastard?"

   I nodded my head.  My body wracked with pain, anywhere we went had to be
better than

   here.

   She pulled up my skirt, and took the towel off my head.  But she left my
wrists bound,

   and they had begun to ache as she slid the bench away from the door. 
She opened the door a

   crack, and said, "Looks like the coast is clear."

   My stomach sore, my butt and thighs burning, she shoved me outside into
the shower

   area.  The cool air was a welcome relief, and I tried to ask her where
we were going, but the

   panties slurred my speech.

   "The best thing after a sauna is to relax in the hot tub," she said,
pushing me toward it.  I

   shook my head, but she picked me up and sent me flying head first into
the hot water.

   I shut my eyes and screamed as I flew throught air and hit the water. 
My butt and thighs

   were on fire, and water went up my nose, making me choke.  Starved for
air, I thrashed

   desperately and lifted my head above the surface.  Coughing and trying
to spit the panties out, I

   finally caught my breath and stood in three feet of water.  I cringed,
wondering what would come

   next.  But I took a peek over my shoulder, and that awful bitch was
gone.

   "Looks like you're in hot water, sissy," called a familiar voice.

   OK, one awful bitch remained, but at least it was the one who wouldn't
kill me.  My sister

   leaned against the far wall, grinning at me.  I opened my mouth, begging
her to take the gag out.

   She grabbed the rail, and pulled me up the steps and out of the hot tub.
"This thing is really packed in good," she said, extracting the tatters
from my mouth.

   "Please untie me," I begged.  "My wrists are killing me."

   "What happened in the sauna?" she asked.  "You look like you're in a wet
T-shirt

   contest.  For flat-chested girls, anyway."

   "I promise I'll tell you all about it when we get home," I said as she
unwrapped my wrists.

   The flow of blood returned to my hands, making them hurt even more. 
Just then, a club

   attendant walked in.  "Something the matter here?" she asked.

   Kathy shrugged her shoulders.  "My little sister is awfully clumsy; she
tripped and fell in

   the hot tub.  I just can't take her anywhere."

   "Sorry about the little accident," she said, "but there's plenty of
towels you can use to dry

   off."

   I dried myself as best as I could, and hurried toward the lobby.  I
tried to cover my chest,

   my bra plainly visible.  Most of all, I wanted to get out of there
before the female Godzilla showed up again.

   As we walked past the counter, Kathy stopped to tell the receptionist,
"This is a wonderful

   club you have here.  My sister and I might get annual memberships."

   "Let's GO," I implored her.

   "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Kathy asked.  "You're always
complaining about how you

   have to stay home all day, and wear that maid's uniform and those high
heels.  Would you rather

   come here every day and meet interesting new people?"

   "NO!  I'd rather be a maid," I groaned, as we went outside.

   "And so you shall," Kathy said, grinning at me.  "I'm glad we settled
that.  Now tell me

   about that Amazon bitch."

   So I had to tell her all the juicy details of my debauchery at the
health club.

   I spent the next month as an obedient, enthusiastic little slave girl,
waiting on Kathy hand and foot when I wasn't bound hand and foot.  Kathy
and Craig squabbled from time to time, but

   whenever they broke up, it would only be a day or two before they
decided to kiss and make up.  Or in my case, we would suck and make up..

   Donna kept a close eye on me.  Every morning she supervised me, paying
careful

   attention as I took an estrogen pill, checking my mouth to make sure I
swallowed it.  Every day

   she made me stand at attention while she inspected me, poking and
prodding everywhere.  She

   always made sure I wore a corset, and had my penis securely tied between
my legs.  Usually my

   hands were cuffed in front of me, and a chain hobbled my ankles.  It was
hard enough to walk on

   five-inch heels; now I had to mince around to do the housework.  I was
almost always gagged;

   normally a penis gag would do, so I could enjoy the feel of a cock in my
mouth.  But sometimes I

   misbehaved, and I'd end up chewing on a ball gag all day.

   I always wore a collar with a leash attached.  The leash came in handy
when Kathy or

   Donna wanted my attention.  If I misbehaved somehow, they might make me
wear the stiff

   discipline collar, but it detracted from my appearance.  It covered up
the pretty white lace

   chokers they always made me wear.  They preferred to use butt plugs when
they needed to

   teach me a lesson.  Trying to hobble around with a butt plug shifting
inside me was the most

   trouble, but sleeping with one wasn't much fun either.  At night I was
so tired, they just chained

   me to the bed in my nightie.  If I went to bed gagged and plugged, I
knew I'd been a very bad girl.

   At least they didn't beat me very often any more, now that I had adopted
the proper slave

   girl attitude, and I was allowed to eat dinner after I had served
everyone else.  I pretended to

   accept it all with good cheer, counting the days to the end of summer.
But finally my 13th

   birthday approached, which meant the summer was almost over.  Donna and
Sandra were

   discussing my outfit for birthday party when Kathy came in.  I stood in
my maid's uniform with

   head bowed in subservience.  My hands weren't cuffed, but I kept them
clasped in front of me

   anyway.

   "Kathy, Donna and I are having our friends over for Alicia's birthday
party.  And this is a

   grown-up party, so I'm afraid you won't be able to play with her
tomorrow night."

   "But I live here.  Can't I come to the party too?"

   "We're going to tape the party so you can see it later," Donna said.

   I looked up in fright.  Whatever they had planned for me was going to be
on videotape?

   "I'll work the camcorder for you," Kathy said.  "I'm promise I'll stay
out of the way."

   Donna thought for a moment.  "All right," she said, and turned to me. 
"You don't mind

   having your sister at your birthday party, do you, little sissy?"

   I gulped and shook my head.  Then Donna and Kathy left me alone with
Sandra.

   "Actually we have another surprise in store for you today," she said,
giving me her evil

   smile.

   I didn't want to know what that might be.  But then the doorbell rang. I
looked around to

   see if Donna or Kathy were still nearby.

   "Don't you think you should answer the door?" Sandra asked.

   I looked around helplessly.  I didn't want anyone else to see me dressed
up in this

   ridiculous outfit.  How in the world was I going to explain the leash
and collar around my neck?

   But Sandra wasn't going to answer the door.  She gave me a stern look,
and pointed at the door.

   Off I went like a good little servant to humiliate myself in front of
whoever decided to visit.

   I opened the door to find Jennifer.  And next to her was Jeremy.  Oh,
happy day.

   "Surprise!" Jennifer said cheerily.  We won't be able to make it to your
birthday party

   tomorrow, so Kathy asked us to come over today."

   "How thoughtful of you," I lied.

   "Wow, you look great, Alicia," Jeremy said, gaping at me.  "I only half
believed that you

   liked being a slave, but now I can see for myself."

   "Won't you please come in?" I said, showing off my outfit, so I could
shut this door before

   anyone else saw me.

   "Guess what I'm going to give you for our birthday?" Jeremy asked,
practically drooling

   at the sight of me.

   "Oh, I couldn't even guess," I said.  And I didn't want to, either.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV15 It's Better To Give Than Receive

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 15: IT'S BETTER TO GIVE THAN RECEIVE

   "Alicia, why don't you go play with Jeremy upstairs in your room?"
Sandra said.  "And be

   sure to share your toys with him."

   She didn't have to ask twice.  Jeremy grabbed my leash, and we were off.


   A minute later, Jeremy had me on all fours on my bedroom floor.  "I've
missed you

   something awful, Alicia.  I don't know anyone else who's as submissive
as you.  No one else

   likes to play these games."

   "That's me, little miss submissive," I offered, as he stuck his hands
inside my panties.

   "I'm glad you like being a girl, because I have to be the one on top.  I
guess I'm just not

   as secure as you are."

   Then he lubricated me, and I almost jumped.  "Are you all right, honey?"
he asked.  The

   concern in his voice was plain.

   I hesitated for a moment.  "Yes, Jeremy," was all I could say.

   "Oh gee, I almost forgot how you like being in bondage.  Would you feel
more comfortable if I tied you up?"

   "No!" I said, almost shouting.  "I mean I'm fine the way I am."

   And then he started in, sliding his cock in and out, grinding against my
ass.  Over and

   over, he kept thrusting into me, his groans getting louder and louder.

   I wanted to get up and run away.  So far away that no one would ever
find me.  But no, I

   had to stay here bent over, and let him fuck me to his heart's content.
And then I had to pretend

   it was good for me, too.  Again and again, his body slammed up against
my ass, and finally he

   came inside me.

   Afterward we sat on the carpet and cuddled together, with him telling me
how much he

   had missed me.

   "I didn't even get the chance to talk to you the day we met at
Jennifer's place.  I'm dying

   to find out more about you."

   "Oh, there really isn't much to tell," I mumbled.

   "But how long have you been pretending to be a girl?  And when did you
know you

   wanted to be a girl?" he asked, his innocent eyes studying me.

   "Uh, it happened real suddenly, as a matter of fact.  This summer, in
fact."

   "Wow, I can't wait to get to know you better," he said.  "I think you're
really cute." And

   then he took me in his arms.

   Here we go again, I thought.  His mouth was wide open as he kissed me,
his tongue

   probing against mine.  There was no point in resisting; it would only
make things worse.

   Besides, he was the only person I knew who didn't enjoy beating me up.
It wasn't fair - why

   does the only person sexually attracted to me have to be a boy?  I
embraced him, and kissed

   him back.  Despite my aching butt, I pretended to enjoy myself as he
slobbered all over me.

   After enjoying me for a few more minutes, he said, "Alicia, I'd like you
to kiss me again,"

   and then pointed to his cock, which was now erect again.

   Didn't he know where that cock had been?  Even as it grew, I could see
little flecks of

   shit on it.

   "Um, couldn't you wash it off, first?"

   "Sorry, Alicia, there isn't time," he said, and pulled my head down
toward it.

   I resigned myself to my fate.  I stroked his swollen balls, wrinkled my
nose, and started

   licking the head of his cock.  It tasted as awful as I expected, but
after sliding him in and out only

   a few times, he came in my mouth.  And on my chin.  And on my neck.

   Then he sat back against the bed.  "Now you can wash up," he said.  "I'd
better be going

   soon anyway."

   I hurried to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up, taking care to repair
my lipstick and fix

   my makeup.  By the time I got back to the bedroom, he had dressed and
was ready to leave.

   "I'm sorry I had you clean off my cock like that, Alicia," he said.  "I
know that was

   thoughtless of me, but I just couldn't wait.  But next time I promise
I'll let you suck my cock first."

   "Gee, thanks.  I can hardly wait," I replied.

   Downstairs, I curtsied as our two guests departed.  Only after Jeremy
and Jennifer left

   did Sandra see my long face.

   "What's the matter, Alicia?  Didn't you have a good time?  Jeremy was so
happy to see

   you!" she said.

   "The matter is he's a boy," I grumbled.

   "Well, don't you worry.  There'll be plenty of girls at your birthday
party," she said, patting

   me on the shoulders.  "And tomorrow you'll learn about pleasure and
pain; how they're different,

   and how they're the same."

   Helplessly, I looked up at her; the evil grin on her face made me
shiver.

   * * * * *

   But it was Donna who spent the next day preparing me for my birthday
party.  First

   teaching me to be properly respectful of the guests, and then dressing
me.

   By 8PM, I stood with my back against a wall in the foyer.  My arms
stretched overhead,

   and my padded wrist cuffs attached to a hook above my head.  Looking up,
I could only catch a

   glimpse of my shiny red nails, because the stiff leather collar
immobilized my neck.  My seethrough white dress barely covered my padded
bra and the champagne-colored corset, whose

   boning was crushing me.  The dress was slit to the waist, and reached
only to my crotch.

   For the evening, a pair of black straps with silver studs separated my
cock and balls,

   displaying them like the crown jewels through the flimsy dress.  Garters
held up my fishnet

   stockings, and tugged against my thighs.  As I waited helplessly, I
swayed to and fro on five-inch

   stiletto heels.  The plug up my ass seemed to shift whenever I moved. 
Donna had practically

   drenched me in perfume, and I found the sweet scent overpowering.

   My lipstick matched my nails, but worst of all was my makeup.  Once
Donna got through

   with me, it made me nostalgic for Sandra's tender attention.  I had way
too much frosted lipstick,

   more blush on my cheeks than most circus clowns, and if I wore any more
mascara I think panda

   bears would want to mate with me.  And BLUE eye shadow; even hookers
don't wear blue eye

   shadow any more.  At least my hair was almost straight now; only a few
curly tendrils framed my

   face, and the rest of my hair hung down almost to my fake breasts.  Even
so, the red heartshaped charms which adorned my ears dangled in plain
sight.

   "Our first guests just drove up," Donna said.  "And now for the final
touch." She slid a

   black leather blindfold over my eyes.  The soft padding blocked out all
the light, plunging me into darkness.  I heard the door open, and my heart
quickened.  I didn't know who was coming in, and I could hardly breathe in
this corset.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV16 Party Girl

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical



   CHAPTER 16: PARTY GIRL

   "Alicia, there is a lady to your right," Donna said.

   With that damn collar around my neck, I had to turn my whole torso to
the right, and

   smiled.  "It's nice to meet you, madam," I said.

   "And there is a gentleman in front of you," Donna said.

   Like a good little slave I faced forward and said, "It's nice to meet
you, sir."

   The moment I finished speaking, my head snapped to the side, my cheek on
fire.  I had

   forgotten to smile at the gentleman facing me, and the slap that made my
ears ring was a gentle

   reminder.

   "My apologies," Donna said, "he won't forget to smile again, I assure
you."

   She was right.  After that I would smile every time I thought I heard
anyone come near

   me.

   "You meant this slave is really a boy?" I heard a woman say.

   "Technically, that's correct," Donna said.  And then I felt my dress
being lifted.  I gasped

   as she grabbed my cock, and pulled me away from the wall to display it.
"This pretty little slave

   is biologically still a boy, but that will make the evening all the more
fun."

   I heard them all laugh, and then their voices trailed off as they left
me.  And so I greeted

   a dozen guests, smiling sweetly for each new arrival, even as I wondered
who these people

   were, and what they would do to me before the evening was out.  Sandra
was the last to arrive,

   and someone announced that dinner was served.  Not for me, of course.

   "You don't really want to wear those clothes, do you sissy?" Sandra
asked me.

   I didn't know how to answer.  I smiled nervously.  "Whatever you want,
Mistress Sandra."

   What she wanted was to strip me.  To see the birthday girl in her
birthday suit.  Still

   blindfolded, I felt her remove my dress, corset (thank God) and bra. 
She unhooked my wrists

   and bound them behind me.  Then she made me hobble on those awful heels,
bumping into

   furniture as I went.  Soon she took hold of me, forced me down first to
my knees, and then flat on

   my face.  Quickly she hogtied me, and called for one of the men to help
her.

   A moment later, a pair of strong arms lifted me into the air.  I gasped
as he swung me

   around, but Donna had warned me about speaking out of turn.  He placed
me gently on a table,

   and I lay there helpless until I felt Sandra stroking my hair.

   "I'm sorry you don't get anything to eat tonight, but I did bring you
this to chew on."

   And I felt a ball gag pressed against my lips.  Like a baby bird, I
popped my mouth open,

   and she stuck it in.

   "Look at this," she called out.  "Doesn't the faggot look like a little
pink piglet with a red

   apple in his mouth?"

   The room erupted in laughter, and all I could do was gnaw on the ball
gag.

   As I lay there hogtied, I heard the sounds of laughter and glasses being
raised.  An hour

   must have passed, and my jaw ached from the ball gag, but I heard them
start talking about me.

   There were lots of conversations all jumbled together, but they seemed
to be turning their

   attention to me.

   Finally, Sandra addressed me, and undid my hogtie.  She got me to my
feet, and folded

   my arms behind me.  With my wrists tied together, she started wrenching
them upwards.

   "I've got your wrists tied to your collar, sweetie, and I want to make
sure it's good and

   tight so you don't move."

   To my relief she took the gag out, and chained my ankle cuffs together.
While I worked

   my jaw to get the stiffness out, she tied my hair back.

   "You've got a new pony tail now, and I'm attaching it to a ceiling hook.
So don't think

   about running off," she said, and patted my cheek.

   I felt a tug on my hair, and whatever was binding my hair went taut.  I
tried to get better

   balance, and found that the chain connecting my ankles couldn't be more
than six inches long.

   "Are you going somewhere, Alicia?" she asked me.

   "No, Mistress Sandra," I mumbled.

   "Good, because you'd miss all the fun."

   I felt her reach behind me, and then my plug started vibrating.  I
stumbled and when I

   turned a heel, only my pony tail supported my weight.  I hissed as I
gritted my teeth, and quickly

   got my feet under me again.  Again the sound of laughter.

   "I don't recommend hanging by that lovely hair of yours," Sandra said.
"I want you to

   enjoy yourself tonight.  But you almost cried out, so I'd better gag you
again."

   My whole body went limp.  Not that ball gag again.

   But Sandra seemed to know what I was thinking.  "I think you've had your
fill of that ball

   gag, though.  You much prefer having a cock in your mouth anyway, don't
you?"

   I felt the tip of a penis gag against my lips.  "Yes, Mistress San-" I
said before she

   shoved it in my mouth.  Then I shuddered as I felt strips of leather
brush against my chest.

   "This is a cat-o-nine-tails," she said.  "You'll learn to love it."

   She flicked it against my chest.  At first I barely felt it.  Then it
tickled me.  Then she

   started swinging it harder.  But I was used to it now.  If she'd hit me
like this at first, I don't know if I could have taken it.

   She slapped me across the chest hard now.  I gasped and struggled
against my bonds.

   Suddenly another whip hit my back.  And another my thigh.  And my chest
again at the same

   time.  I had to tap dance on my spike heels to stay upright.  The
buzzing of my vibrator, mixed

   with the pain of the whips was driving me mad.  Then a whip landed on my
half-erect cock, jump-starting my erection.  I twisted and strained, blind
and aroused as the blows landed all over my body.

   "Look at his little cock, he's getting stronger," I heard Sandra shout,
as though she were

   far away.

   Lost in my own little world, I felt my cock stand straight up, and I was
past the point of no

   return.  I felt myself spurting one pulse of cum after another as my
whole body shook and

   shuddered.  The whipping stopped, and I sucked on the penis gag, trying
to catch my breath.

   "I told you this would be fun, didn't I?" Sandra asked, caressing my
face.

   I tried to nod my head, and another woman said, "Don't bother the little
faggot now.

   Can't you see he's busy sucking that fake cock?"

   Sandra laughed and said to me, "You won't have to make do with a fake
cock tonight.

   We've brought plenty of them for you to try on."

   By now I had enough breath back to moan in despair.

   "You've had your pleasure, Alicia, and now it's time to pay the
piper...with pain!" she said

   with glee.

   Getting whipped didn't qualify as pain?  I wondered.

   "As you know, Alicia is a teenager now.  This is her thirteenth
birthday, and she will now

   receive thirteen whacks on her bottom from each member of the opposite
sex at the party," she

   said.  After some discussion, Sandra grudgingly admitted that I was a
boy, and therefore it was

   the girls who would paddle me.

   "It's just as well," she said, "because that means I get to beat you
again."

   Without any further warning I felt a leather strap hit my bottom.  My
butt plug still buzzing

   away, they made me tap dance on my spikes as I strained and heaved.  But
there was nowhere

   for me to go.  By the time the first woman was through with me, I was
sobbing through my gag.

   Then a woman took hold of me, and my blindfold came off.  I blinked and
tried to adjust

   to the light.  Through my tears I looked up and saw Sandra holding me.

   "I think it'll be more fun if we can see you cry," she said.  "So we'll
leave the blindfold

   off."

   The blindfold came off, and I blinked at the bright lights, sniffling
and trying not to cry as I

   looked around.  Then I kept blinking because I couldn't believe what I
saw.  A half dozen young

   men and the same number of women surrounded me.  I stared wide-eyed at
the weirdest people

   I ever saw.  The women had tattoos, and the guys wore makeup.

   Men wearing mesh shirts, high heels, makeup and earrings.  I wouldn't be
caught dead

   in public looking like that.  And the women: Sandra was a model of
decorum compared to her

   friends.

   In her sensible black rubber minidress, she was the most normal-looking
person in the

   room.  A couple of the women wore leather thongs and see-through
blouses, or lingerie.  Most of

   the women wore bustiers or teddies, and nothing else.  And right there
in front was Kathy pointing a camcorder at me with a big smile on her face.
And they went on to beat my butt and upper thighs, with Kathy recording for
posterity every tear, every sob, and every twist of my writhing, straining
body.

   Finally it was over, and I slumped forward against my leather collar.

   "Dry those tears, sweetie, or you'll ruin your makeup," Sandra said, and
then asked,

   "Now that the girls are done with you, don't you think the guys are
entitled to have some fun?"

   I just whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut, fresh tears spilling down my
cheeks.

   "Oh don't you worry, little faggot, they're not going to hit you," she
said.  "They're going

   to give you some well deserved pleasure.  So far you've had to make do
with sucking little boys.

   Now you're going to try some men on for size!"

   And they could hardly wait.  If those guys even had a pulse, they'd be
itching to get their

   hands on me by now.  Sandra took the gag out, and unhooked my hair from
the ceiling.

   "But that reminds me," she said, pointing at the floor.  "You made a
mess over here when

   you had your little accident earlier.  Be a dear and clean that up for
me, will you?"

   I looked at the splotches of my cum on the carpet.  Bound and hobbled, I
minced over

   there, and slipped awkwardly to my knees.

   "Let me help you, silly," Sandra said, and shoved my face over the
largest white blob.

   "Kathy, get a close up of this."

   As my sister giggled and knelt next to me, I had to make a face from the
taste of the salty

   goo as I lapped it up.

   "And smile for the camera when you lick up the rest of it," Sandra said.

   My stomach was turning and I wanted to cry again as I heard the camera
whirring.  I

   licked up the next dot of cum, turned to the camera, and smiled gamely
like the beaten slave I

   was.

   When I had licked up the last drop, Sandra said, "That was just the
appetizer.  Now

   you're going to get the main course."

   She dragged me over to a hook in the floor, made me kneel, and chained
my crotch

   strap to it.  "What do you think?" she asked one of the men.  "Isn't
this little slut your wet dream?"

   A big strong guy with a shock of black hair planted a chair in front of
me.  He dropped his

   pants and sat down, revealing seven inches of erection.

   "Love your makeup," the guy said, and then asked Sandra.  "Are you sure
the little faggot

   can handle this?"

   "No problem," she said, laughing.  "Alicia can suck the chrome off a
trailer hitch!"

   The whole room roared with laughter, Kathy most of all, but I couldn't
do a thing about it.

   On my knees, chained to the floor, my spiked heels tied together, and my
arms locked behind me

   to a heavy collar, I wasn't going anywhere.  No one had to give me any
instructions.  Kathy sat

   beside me, hardly able to keep a straight face, as I leaned forward
toward a bulging reddishpurple mass of meat.

   All six guys had me, and none of them needed any help getting it up. 
But all of them

   made me lick their cocks clean.  I didn't know I could drink so much cum
without throwing up.  I

   didn't get it all, of course, and more and more landed on my face.  I
must have looked like a baby

   with food all over his face.  Except it wasn't food.  My makeup was
beyond repair, but the girls

   were nice enough to freshen up my lipstick after every blow job.  Sandra
kept telling me how

   there's something about having a bright red pair of lips wrapped around
your cock that guys

   really go for.  And Kathy was there to record every moment.

   Finally the evening was over, and I lay slumped on the floor, still
bound.  All the guests

   had gone, and Kathy turned off my butt plug.

   "This was a neat party," she said.  "I can't wait to show this tape to
Arcadia!"

   * * * * *

   The next day Craig came over to watch the tape of my birthday party with
Kathy.  I had to

   kneel before him on the living room carpet, my wrists and ankles tightly
bound with white cotton

   rope to match my maid's apron and uniform.  He didn't last through five
minutes of the video

   before he unzipped his pants, and dragged my face into his crotch. 
Moments later, he spurted

   cum all over my face, still watching the video.

   Twenty minutes later, he had me again with similar results.

   "It's too bad we have to use the camcorder to play back the video,"
Kathy told me.  "I'd

   love to be taping you right now."

   Craig relaxed, having left me with two loads of cum on my face and hair,
and contented

   himself with watching the rest of the video.  When it ended, and he got
up to leave, Arcadia

   showed up.  Just what I needed.  The ropes were biting into my wrists
and ankles, and I had

   Craig's sperm all over my face.  As I knelt with my head bowed, Craig
kicked me in the side to

   get my attention.

   "Hey sissy, you're in the company of two attractive ladies now.  Which
one do you think

   is prettier?"

   "What?" I gasped, wincing from the pain in my side.

   "Look, faggot, I know you're not interested in girls, but which one is
prettier?"

   I looked up to see my sister and Arcadia standing over me while Craig
let himself out.

   With all the pain and humiliation they had caused me, this was the last
thing I wanted to think

   about.  Arcadia had that sweet girl-next-door look, while Kathy looked
older, and had a more

   sophisticated beauty.

   As they waited, Kathy picked up a gnarled cane, and said, "An excellent
question.

   We're waiting for your answer."

   I swallowed, and looked at Arcadia.  I was horrified to see that she was
idly twirling a

   whip around her forearm.  "Yes, Alicia, we're getting tired of waiting.
Which one of us do you

   think is prettier?"

   I gasped, and looked from the face of one girl to the other.  Both were
beautiful, but

   neither one looked very happy.  And no matter which one I chose, the
other one was going to be

   disappointed.  And me?  Somehow, I think I'm going to be a lot more than
just disappointed.  It

   wasn't a question of beauty any more.  I had to decide which one would
be less likely to kill me.

   "We'll make it easy for you," Kathy said.  "You don't even have to say a
word.  Just kiss the feet of the girl you think is pretty."

   And the two of them stood over me.  Kathy grabbed my hair, and shoved me
face down,

   flat on my stomach.  Finally I decided that Kathy might torment me, but
wouldn't seriously injure

   me.  With Arcadia I wasn't sure.  I never knew what she might do to me,
and I didn't expect Kathy to leap to my defense.

   "You're both very pretty, but I can only pick one," I said, turned my
head to the left, and

   kissed Arcadia's shoe.  Immediately, she pulled me up to my knees,
smiled, and patted me on

   the head.  But my sister did not seem as happy.  The veins bulging in
her neck were probably a

   good indication that she was not pleased with my decision.

   "I think I'd better leave you two alone now," Arcadia said.  "I'll come
back and watch the

   video of the birthday party later." She tousled my hair and left.

   That left just the two of us.  With me bound and helpless at my sister's
feet.

   TO BE CONTINUED

   Subject: REPOST:ASV17 Summer's End

   From: an293603@anon.penet.fi

   Date: 1996/08/15

   ALICIA'S SUMMER VACATION

   by Diabolical

   CHAPTER 17: SUMMER'S END

   When I'm dressed up, I can pass for a girl without any trouble.  My
corset and padding

   give me a nice shapely figure.  I wear earrings and jewelry and I'm
learning to walk and carry

   myself like a girl.  My wardrobe of frilly clothes is growing, as is my
hair - almost as long and soft as my sister's.  My face is prettier than
most girls, and I'm very good at making myself up now.  My cock is almost
always tied between my legs to avoid any telltale bulge.  And I don't even
want to think about what those estrogen pills are doing to me.  But no
matter how much I look like a girl, that doesn't mean I understand them.

   A few months ago (back when I still looked like a boy), if anyone told
me that another

   boy was better looking than me, it wouldn't have mattered to me. 
Apparently, girls take their

   looks a lot more seriously than boys.  I found that out after Arcadia
left.  I had no idea that my

   opinion mattered to Kathy so much; but she demonstrated that to me at
great length.

   I tried to tell her she was pretty, and that I was afraid of what
Arcadia might do to me, but

   she slapped me across the face to silence me.

   "Another word out of you, and I'll mess up that pretty face of yours for
good," she snarled

   at me.

   I didn't say another word.  My cheek burning, I knelt silently as she
hogtied me.

   Thankfully, she didn't tie me very tightly.  There was plenty of slack
in the ropes, so I figured she

   wasn't really mad at me.  Then she picked up the wooden cane!  Face
down, I tried to turn my

   head to follow her as she walked around, my vision riveted on the cane.

   "Don't worry, you little bastard.  I'm not going to hit you with this,"
she said, kneeling

   beside me with her face close to mine.  "Unless you want me to."

   I let out a sigh of relief.  Why would I ever want to get hit with that
thing?  Then she

   slipped the cane under the rope binding my ankles and wrists, and
hoisted it.  My shoulders ached as my arms were forced upward.  But the
worst was yet to come; she started twisting the

   rope.

   The ropes tightened around my wrists and ankles as she twirled the cane.
"How does

   that feel, you little ingrate?" she asked.  "Oh, I forgot!  You're not
allowed to speak, are you?"

   I gritted my teeth as the ropes bit my wrists.  After a couple more
twists I had to cry out.

   "Mistress Katherine, please stop!" I begged.  "You'll leave marks on my
wrists, and school starts

   next week."

   "Would that embarrass you, little faggot?" she sneered at me.  "Don't
you want the other

   kids to know what you are?" And she twisted the cane again.

   "No!" I groaned.

   "But honesty is the best policy, sweetie.  Don't you want everyone to
know you're a

   kinky, perverted, cocksucking slut?"

   "No," I begged as I struggled against the ropes.  "Please untie me
before I get bruised."

   "You're so talkative, Alicia.  I thought you knew better than that," she
said, giving the

   cane another twist.  "Do I have to gag you?"

   Tears trickling down my face, I begged her to let me go.  Finally she
relaxed the tension

   on the ropes a bit, giving me a chance to breathe.

   "I'll give you a choice," she said.  "I can use this cane to twist you
up like a pretzel, or I

   can use it to beat your ass.  Which would you prefer?"

   By now I was covered with sweat, my heart pounding.  I didn't have time
to think clearly,

   but it didn't matter.  I didn't have a choice, and she knew it.  "You
can use the cane to beat me," I

   whispered.

   "Are you sure, sweetie?" she asked.  "If you are, then ask me nicely.  I
don't want there

   to be any misunderstanding when I whip your ass."

   "Please beat me, Mistress Katherine," I moaned.

   * * * * *

   I lay in bed that night face down in my wrist and ankle cuffs.  Kathy
had beaten my upper

   thighs and butt so badly that I had cried for hours.  Even now the pain
kept me awake.  But at

   least she hadn't left any marks on me.  At least none that would show.
My butt would wear the

   imprint of her cane for the next few days.  But I wouldn't have to go to
school with big red welts

   on my wrists.

   All I had to do was survive another week, and the summer would be over.
And surely my

   birthday party was the worst of it.  From here on it would be all
downhill, I hoped.  But then the

   door opened.  I tried to turn, to look over my shoulder.  And then she
was on me, her hair spilling

   over my shoulders and the back of my neck.  A pair of hands unbuckled my
gag, and I spit it out.

   What did my sister want now?

   She grabbed my shoulders, and turned me over.  I winced as my sore butt
hit the sheets.

   "Did you miss me?" she whispered.

   "Arcadia!" I gasped, recognizing her.  She wore only a T-shirt and
shorts.  "Does anyone

   know you're here?"

   "My mom said I could sleep over.  After all, why should she mind if I
stay over with the

   two girls next door?"

   "No reason at all," I said, my voice cracking, as she climbed on top of
me.  My poor butt

   and thighs burned, as I felt Arcadia's full weight resting on my chest.
What else could happen to

   me today?

   "You said I was beautiful.  Did you really mean that?" she asked,
tracing my cheek with

   her finger.

   I nodded my head.

   "I'll bet Kathy was a little upset over that," she said.

   "Maybe more than a little," I agreed.

   "Then you deserve a reward, don't you think?  I mean if you got beat up
just because

   you said I was prettier than your sister, the least I could do is make
it up to you."

   Oh, no!  Heaven only knows what she had in mind.  "No, please.  I
wouldn't think of it.

   You don' t need to do anything to me.  I mean FOR me.  I'm fine here,
really.  I'll just go to sleep

   now-"

   "I don't think so," she whispered, squeezing my mouth shut.

   I gazed up at her; in the dim light she was even more beautiful.  If
only she weren't crazy.

   She let go of me, and got on her hands and knees; then she lay on top of
me, face to face.  Her

   warm body rested on top of mine, her breasts pressing against my chest,
her face nuzzling

   against mine; this was a heck of a time to be bound and helpless.  The
scent of her, the feel of

   her soft but firm body against mine; she could tease and torment me in
ways Kathy never could.

   Finally I tried to speak, but she smothered my mouth with a wet kiss. 
And then another,

   with her tongue probing my mouth.  My instincts took over.  I kissed her
again, and I felt my cock harden.  She must have felt it too, because even
as we kissed, she reached down and grabbed hold of my penis.

   Suddenly, I came back to reality, and she had my full attention.  Taking
firm hold of my

   cock has a way of doing that to me.

   "Does it still work?" she asked.  "You've been a girl for so long now.
Those pills you've

   been taking..."

   "It's hard, isn't it?" I said, calling on the last remnants of my male
pride.

   "Kathy showed me the video of your party tonight.  Wimps like you really
turn me on, you

   know that?" she cooed.  "I dream about having a helpless little runt in
my power."

   I wanted to scream for help, but I was afraid even to speak.  She could
choke me before

   I got my mouth open.  But then she kissed me again, and I felt her
breasts against me.  Her

   nipples were as hard as erasers!  This was getting out of hand; she
bounced up and down on

   me, and then flung her shorts across the room!

   "What...what?" I stammered.

   She didn't answer, and burrowed her face past my chin, across my neck.
My penis was

   rock hard now; I was as aroused as I was scared.

   "Arcadia, what are you-" I started to say, and then winced in pain.  She
had bitten the

   side of my neck.

   "Shut up!" she rasped, tightening her grip on my penis.  I lay there
afraid to move, and

   she placed my cock against her groin.  I swallowed deeply; whatever she
wanted to do, I could

   only go along for the ride.  Her pussy was so wet that I slid inside
her, and she ground her hips

   against me.

   This wasn't how I hoped to lose my virginity, bound and helpless with a
girl on top of me.

   But it was out of my hands now, as she wrapped her legs around me.  I
grabbed the straps that

   bound my wrists, and strained against them.  As I came inside her, she
sank her teeth into my

   shoulder.  Crying out from pain and passion, I drowned out her grunts as
I shot one load after

   another into her.

   Finally she collapsed on top of me, both of us covered in sweat.  "Not
bad," she said, as

   she admired the teeth marks on my shoulder.  "You may have some use
after all."

   "Thanks," I gasped.  I was still alive.  Even so, I wasn't sure I wanted
to take my chances

   with her again.

   * * * * *

   But the next day, things were back to normal.  Kathy made me wear
Arcadia's pink dress,

   and dragged me down to the salon.

   "What would you like me to do with her?" Jennifer asked my sister.

   "Sweetie, I think you'd look nice with bangs, don't you?" Kathy asked.

   "I...I don't know-" I started to say, and Kathy pulled out a black magic
marker.

   "Since you think Arcadia's prettier than me, I figure it must be her
hairstyle that you like

   so much.  Now hold still," she said, and started writing on my forehead.

   A few seconds later she was done.  She stood back to admire her
handiwork, and

   Jennifer giggled.  I turned to look at myself in the mirror.  There were
three two-inch high letters

   on my forehead.  Even backwards in the mirror, I could read it in a
glance.  My forehead said

   "FAG" in great big black letters.

   "Now about that new hairstyle of yours?" Jennifer asked.

   "Please make my hair cover this," I begged.

   And so Jennifer cut my hair in straight bangs.  My hair was so long that
no one would

   ever mistake me for a boy, no matter what clothes I wore.  Now all I had
to do was make it home

   alive so I could wash my forehead.  All it would take was one gust of
wind for me to proclaim my sexual orientation to the world.  But even as I
walked home, with my sister exhorting me to toss my hair in the breeze, I
took comfort that it was the end of August, and the worst summer of my life
was nearly over.

   When we got home, Kathy made me show off my forehead for Ron.

   "I guess it pays to advertise," he said with a laugh.  "Are you the
poster fag for Gay Pride

   Month?"

   "May I please wash this off, Mistress Katherine?" I asked.

   "You can try, faggot, but that's an indelible marker.  And if you're a
bad little girl, I'll have

   that tattooed on your forehead."

   "Yes, Mistress," I said.  I turned to leave, but Ron pointed at two
large boxes on the living

   room floor.

   "Wait a minute.  Ladies, I've enrolled both of you in a private school.
The same one Craig and Arcadia attend.  These are your school uniforms."

   I opened the first box and found pink blazers, and red and white plaid
skirts.  "This one

   must be yours," I said to Kathy, and bent over the other box.

   She just grinned and shook her head.  I didn't understand until I opened
the other box

   and found more skirts and blazers.

   "That one WAS yours, sweetie," she said, rubbing my back.

   "You can't mean..." I said, as I felt all the blood drain from my face.

   "I have enrolled Kathy and Alicia Peterson in school," Ron said. 
"Explain it to her,

   Kathy."

   As Ron left, I stood dumbfounded, staring at a plaid skirt.

   "I can't," I said.  "I can't go to school as a girl.  I thought this was
just for the summer."

   "And let that cute haircut go to waste after only a few days?" she
asked, stroking my hair.

   "No, I want the boys at school to think you're pretty."

   "They'll kill me, and you know it," I groaned.

   "Not if they think you're a pretty girl.  Why do you think Donna went to
all the trouble of

   teaching you how to act like a proper young lady?  And if you keep
taking those estrogen pills,

   you might grow a little pair of breasts soon.  See, we've done a lot of
planning for this."

   "You..you mean you were going to do this to me all along?"

   "I always wanted a little sister," she said with a smile.  "And now my
little sister is going

   to make some new friends at school.  Craig has a lot of friends who'd
love to meet you."

   "Noooo," I moaned.

   "Yeees," she said, mocking me.  "And don't forget about your little
boyfriend Jeremy.

   We'll have to have him come over and visit; he really got a kick out of
you in your French maid

   outfit."

   "No, please-"

   "Of course, you have to wear the school uniform, but after school you'll
come straight

   home and change into your maid's uniform to do all the cooking and
cleaning.  Donna will see to

   that."

   "I can't do this, it's too much," I said, starting to cry.

   "Between school and being my slave girl, I'm afraid you won't have much
time for a

   social life, but I imagine Arcadia will be coming over all the time, and
you know how much Craig loves to see you."

   I put my head in my hands and whimpered, tears running down my cheeks,
and she took

   me in her arms.

   "There, there, little sis.  Arcadia gave you one last night as a boy. 
Now why don't you try

   on that uniform for me?" she said, smoothing out my bangs.  "I think
it'll match your red ball gag,

   and you'll look so cute once you're hogtied in our new school colors."

   THE END

   And so Alicia's summer vacation ended not just with her hair in bangs,
but also

   whimpering.  OK, it's not much of a literary allusion.  Our story ends
with a feminized 13-year-old boy facing the prospect of pretending to be a
proper young lady at school,

   while he lives as a slave girl at home.  It sounds like the year ahead
promises even more

   adventures for Alicia.

   But that, dear reader, is another story.  Comments, high praise, and
even criticism are

   welcome.  My apologies for the poor formatting of the text - when I cut
and paste, I get lots of

   carriage returns where I don't want them.  But, if your response is
favorable, I'll write a sequel.

   Next summer.  One story a year is plenty for me.  Those of you who have
been reading a.s.s for

   awhile may remember last year's effort - Johnny's Punishment.  The
feedback I received after

   that story led to this one.  I hope you have all enjoyed it.

   Regards,

   Diabolical