CHAPTER 1
BACK TO SCHOOL

"Wake up, sweetie," were the first words I heard. Half asleep, I stretched and strained against the leather cuffs on my wrists until I realized I was bound spread-eagled in bed. Again. As my sister untied me, she cooed, "You don't want to be late for your first day of school, do you?"

A moment later, I sat on the edge of my bed, clad only in a frilly pink nightgown, rubbing my wrists. Kathy was already dressed in our school uniform; red blazer, white blouse, red pleated skirt and gray knee-high socks. This was the day I had been dreading.

"Please don't make me do this," I begged, and she pulled me to my feet.

I trembled as she fixed me with a cold stare. Then she slapped me hard across the face. My cheek stung and tears came to my eyes, as I stumbled and fell back on the bed. I lay sprawled on the bed, and was rubbing the tears from my eyes when she grabbed my collar, and pulled me upright to face her.

"Alicia, be a good little sissy and fix yourself up NOW!" she commanded me. "Be downstairs naked in forty-five minutes! Or would you rather start the new school year with your face all puffy from crying?"

"N-no, Mistress Katherine," I stammered, remembering my place in life. "Please don't hit me again!"

She pulled my nightgown up over my head and off in a single motion, and gave me a swat on my butt to send me hurrying down the hall. Naked, I ran to the bathroom. my long brown hair flying, and my cock flapping up and down.

It wasn't always like this. Our parents had died in an accident in June, right after we moved to Los Angeles. Our big brother Ron is an adult, so he got custody of Kathy and me. Both of them always resented me, so Kathy gets to do whatever she wants to me.

My name is Al Peterson. At least it was until this summer, when Kathy named me Alicia. Or sometimes Sissy, and sometimes Faggot. All summer she made me dress and act like a girl, and abused me every way she could think of. She's only two years older than me, but she's so pretty that she looks a lot older. More importantly, Kathy takes after Dad. She's tall and strong, while I'm the runt of the litter.

Last week I had my 13th birthday, and my brother's girlfriend Sandra invited her friends over to have some fun with me. That Sandra is one twisted pervert. She's into bondage, and had already given everyone lessons on how best to humiliate me. So I spent most of the summer bound and gagged. The rest of it I spent being used as a sex toy by Kathy's boyfriend. Then I found out Ron had enrolled Kathy and me in a private academy. The same one Kathy's boyfriend attends. And when they had me try on my new school uniform, I realized the awful truth. They had enrolled me as a girl. I would have to go to school all year long as Alicia.

I bathed and shaved everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. I brushed out my hair and smoothed out my bangs. A couple of days ago Kathy suggested I wear my hair this way by writing FAG in big black letters across my forehead with a magic marker. (My sister doesn't win any awards for subtlety.) All weekend, whenever they untied me, I scrubbed my forehead every chance I got. The letters were barely visible now, but I didn't want to take any chances.

I touched up my bright red nails, and when I looked in the mirror I wanted to cry. My dark brown hair was perfect, spilling over my shoulders, my eyebrows had been plucked, and with my soft features, I could easily pass for a girl. My flat chest still had the pale outline of a bikini, because my sister had forced me to lie out in the sun for hours at a time. My cock was the only sign of my true identity. I trudged back to my room, dreading having to submit myself for inspection. If Kathy found any stray hairs, she might beat me until I cried like a baby.

When I got downstairs, my sister was waiting for me, but she wasn't alone. Arcadia, the girl next door, giggled when she saw me in my birthday suit. A year older than me, with her heart-shaped face, she looked like a sweet little girl. That's what she looked like all right. But I never knew what to expect from this girl. She had given me my first sexual experience (at least the first one I wanted) and then reamed my ass with a strap-on dildo.

I hoped for the best, because she had taken the time to coach me in how to behave like a girl. To smooth out my skirt when I sat down, to stand with my toes and heels together, and not with my feet spread apart. To walk like a girl, not plodding along like a guy, but not the exaggerated strut of a fashion model, placing one foot in front of the other. Of course, our lessons had to stop each time she dissolved into laughter at my pathetic efforts. But as entertaining as it had been for her, at least she had given me a chance to fit in at school.

"Come here, sweetie," Arcadia said, beckoning to me.

I wanted to cover myself, but I knew better, so I put my hands behind my back, and presented myself for inspection.

Arcadia ran her hands gently down my chest and arms, slowly turning me around. The touch of her soft skin against my smooth hairless body was enough to make me shudder. She crouched and then looked up at me with an evil grin. "Something the matter, little sissy?" she asked.

I swallowed and shook my head, trying not to tremble.

Then she worked her way down to my thighs and legs. "I never know how high to shave my legs," Arcadia said. "But you don't have that problem. You shave all over, don't you?"

I nodded my head, and involuntarily a little squeal came out.

Then she paid special attention to my cock. She cupped her hands around my balls and looked up at me. "Why, you aren't aroused at all, Alicia," she said. "You must really be a little sissy now!"

Kathy spoke up. "I think it's the hormones we've been giving her. First her little cock will shrivel up, and then she'll grow a nice pair of breasts," she said, and grasped a handful of my hair. "Won't that be nice?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, wincing as she twisted my head around.

Then let's have breakfast," she said. "You can dress later."

So I had to walk to the kitchen naked,and Donna was waiting when I got there. She was as big as a football player, and always wore shapeless dresses that hid her figure. Her hair was always pulled back in a bun, giving her a no-nonsense look. She did the cooking, and I did all of the housekeeping. She supervised me, or more properly, my discipline. She wasn't shy about kicking my ass all over the house either.

There were pancakes, toast and orange juice on the table, but only two place settings. Then Kathy grabbed me, and forced me down to my knees.

"Ooh," I gasped as my knees hit the cold tile floor.

"Something the matter?" Donna asked.

I quickly shook my head.

"Then enjoy your breakfast," Donna said, and slid a dog food bowl across the floor to me.

I groaned. "Dry cereal?" I asked.

"You don't like dry cereal? Kathy, why don't you help her out?"

"I'd love to. Alicia, I would really like you to do me a favor," my sister said sweetly.

A chill went down my spine. Kathy never asked me for anything. She told me what to do. "Yes, Mistress Katherine, I'll do anything."

"I knew you would," she said, leaning over me and stroking my naked back. "So why don't you jerk off on your cereal, so it will be nice and moist for you?"

I gulped. Here, in front of not only her, but also Arcadia?? But I had to do it if I didn't want a beating. "Y-y-yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and grabbed my cock.

As I started stroking it, Arcadia stood over me, holding her sides, and trying not to giggle. This was beyond embarrassing. I just put my head down, and it took me a few minutes to get hard. Finally I spurted white goo all over the cereal.

"Took you long enough, faggot," Kathy said. "You're better at sucking cocks than you are at using your own, aren't you?"

By now I was numb to her criticism. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled. I wondered what Arcadia was thinking of me, but now my attention was riveted on the gooey cereal in front of my crotch, and what I would have to do next.

Then Kathy pulled my arms behind me, and started binding them. Paralyzed with fear and horror, I knelt and hoped she wouldn't hurt me. Then she cinched the ropes so tightly that they bit into my wrists.

"Ow!" I yelled. "Mistress Katherine, that's too tight! The ropes are going to leave marks!"

But she just stroked my hair. "They stay on until you finish your breakfast, little sissy," she said. "So if I were you, I'd shove my face in that bowl and eat up. Unless you want to start school as a member of the Pink Wrists Club!"

There I was, naked, bound and helpless in front of my sister and another girl, staring at the cum decorating my cereal, the pain in my wrists getting worse by the second, and now I had to eat my own sperm. I edged forward on my knees until I could position my face over the bowl. And then I dove in. I ate and ate, tasting the salty and crunchy flakes.

"Is that a new phone?" Kathy asked Arcadia.

"Oh yes, I just got it," she said. "And Alicia is the first video I've made with it."

This just kept getting better. She was recording my total humiliation. Then my sister grabbed the bowl and shoved it in my face, forcing me to lick it clean. God forbid I didn't eat all the cum I was entitled to.

"Now if you'd like to get that taste out of your mouth, I have a big glass of water for you," Kathy said. "But first you need to take your estrogen pill."

I dutifully opened my mouth like the slave I was, and took the pill which she was using to destroy what little was left of my masculinity. Then she held the glass up to my lips and I gratefully slurped the water down. Finally, Kathy grabbed my face, held my mouth open and peered inside to make sure I had swallowed the pill.

Only then did my sister untie me, and the pain was even worse when the ropes came off. As I gingerly tried to rub my wrists, Kathy grabbed me by an arm and dragged me to my feet. She marched me into the living room, where I saw my school uniform draped over the sofa.

"First your underwear, faggot!" she said. "Do you think a corset would give you the proper figure?"

"Oh no, Mistress Katherine," I wailed. "I could hardly move in it, and the other kids would notice it."

"We could use the waist cincher," Arcadia offered. "It will take in his waist, and it won't bulge at all."

"Good idea," Kathy said. "But first we'll have to tie up that useless little penis. We can't have you getting an erection at school, now can we?"

Before I could answer, Arcadia said, "It's for the best. You don't want anyone to know you're a pathetic little sissy pretending to be a girl, do you?"

I just sighed and shook my head. I couldn't fight them. So I stood helplessly as the girls handled my cock and balls, shoving them into a leather sheath, and then tying it to a thin cord around my waist. When I had to go pee, I would have to do it sitting down. Not a problem really, since I would be using the girls bathroom.

Kathy made me wear a training bra, but with my chest, all I really needed was a pair of Band-Aids. After I had dressed in my white blouse, red skirt and blazer, and knee-high socks, Kathy made me parade up and down for them.

"Accessories," Arcadia said. "The little lady needs bracelets. And earrings too!"

Kathy agreed, and I found myself wearing red plastic hoop earrings, and matching bracelets.

"There's something wrong," Arcadia said. "But I can't quite put my finger on it. The earrings go with the outfit, but you can hardly see them."

"I know!" Kathy declared. "The little cutie needs to wear her hair up, to show off her earrings!"

I waited helplessly as Kathy rummaged through some drawers, and returned with a red ribbon. After much pulling and tugging at my hair, they dragged me over to a mirror to admire their handiwork. I looked like a pretty adolescent girl, a red ribbon tying up my hair in a ponytail.

"What do you think, sweetie?" Kathy asked, leering at me.

"Thank you, Mistress Katherine. It's lovely. I would never have thought of this," I said. And that was oh so true.

"I knew you'd like it," she said. "And I added some more stuff to your backpack, too. Ropes, handcuffs, a ball gag, your favorite butt plug-"

"But…but Mistress Katherine," I stammered, "why would I need those things at school?"

"Always be prepared, little sissy," she said, and winked at me. "You never know who you'll meet."

I fumbled with my backpack, and Arcadia said it was time to go.

But Kathy got in my face again. "When we are at school, you stay away from me. I want nothing to do with you. If you see me, you don't speak to me, you don't even make eye contact. Understand? As far as you're concerned, I don't exist!"

If only that were true, I thought. But if I made a smart remark, she would beat me right there in front of Arcadia, and I would be a mess from crying when I started school. So I said, "Yes, Mistress Katherine."

"Donna's going to give us a ride to school," she said. "But not you. You can walk."

"But it's a mile away!" I protested.

"Then don't dawdle, sweetie," she said. "It would be just awful if you showed up late, and attracted a lot of attention to yourself."

* * * * *

I made it to school on time, and the wide corridor was full of kids. It seemed like the boys were a foot taller than me, and even the girls were bigger than me. I can't even explain the dread I felt walking through those doors for the first time. I felt so weird in these clothes, being around all of these kids, like I was a spy in a disguise. I had to remember to walk like a girl, to stand like a girl, to sit down like a girl. Not only was there so much stress from worrying about being found out, but the waist cincher was so binding that I couldn't concentrate on anything. I was afraid I would leave my backpack somewhere, and the other kids would find my bondage toys. I was just walking on eggshells, afraid the other kids would see right through me.

There were twenty other kids in my class, and I kept a low profile all day. If a teacher called the roll in class, I would answer to my new girl-name, but that was it. I didn't say a word to anyone, I ate lunch by myself, and I was sure the other kids would figure out what I was. After lunch, we had to have photo-ID cards made, so this was the first time in a while that I was actually wearing clothes in front of a camera. Even if they were girl's clothes. So now I had an ID card that said Alicia Peterson, with a picture of a girl that looked just like me.

Finally the day was over, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. In a way, it had been a welcome change from being laced into a corset and forced to be a slave all day. I didn't miss wobbling around on high heels in that awful French maid outfit. I waited until the other kids left the classroom, so I could leave by myself. I didn't want to take any chances with some kid wanting to walk me home, or ask me a bunch of questions. By the time I reached the ground floor, the building was empty and I came from the stairwell toward the door, when an arm suddenly grabbed me around the neck from behind!

I gasped as I was pulled backwards, but I was so used to being submissive that at first I didn't try to resist. It took me a moment to remember that I wasn't a slave here, I was supposed to be a normal girl, and after I had been dragged a few steps, I struggled to turn around and face my assailant. It was Craig, my sister's boyfriend, and he shoved me back into a wall.

"Don't you look cute, little faggot," he said, shoving his broad chest forward into my face. "I just love your new hairdo. From now on, I think I'll call you Bangs."

I was first relieved, and then exasperated. "What do you want from me?"

He lifted my chin and said, "Just seeing you dressed up like a little school girl really turns me on. What do you THINK I want?"

A glance at the bulge in his crotch told me I wasn't even going to make it through my first day at school without giving a blow job. "Can't you at least wait until tonight? After I get home?"

"NOW, sissy boy!" he said, and spun me around. He shoved me forward so hard that my backpack slipped off.

"Wait!" I said as he dragged me across the corridor toward the janitor's closet. "I dropped my backpack!"

He sneered at me in disgust. "What's in there, your make up kit?" Then he grabbed my jacket in the small of my back, and sent me sprawling into the closet. I stumbled and landed face down under a sink, scattering buckets and mops all around me.

"Craig, I'll do whatever you want. Just let me get my backpack first."

"Don't worry about it," he said, taking off his tie. "I'm sure it isn't going anywhere."

Then he pulled me to my feet and spun me around. All I could think was that some teacher was going to find my backpack with the ball gag and the butt plug, and how I was going to explain that stuff. But then he pulled my hands behind my back, and started tying my wrists with his necktie.

"You don't have to tie me up," I pleaded. "I can do it faster if I can use my hands."

"That's OK, Bangs," he said, cinching my wrists together. "I'm not in any hurry, and the longer I'm in your mouth, the more you'll enjoy it too, right?"

He didn't wait for an answer, forcing me down on my knees and unzipping his pants. I had already sucked his cock so many times that I'd long since gotten over the disgust of this jerk humiliating me. But then I was always at home. There was never any risk that any kids or worse yet, teachers would see me. I kept glancing at the door, dreading that it would burst open. And who would catch me doing this?

Then Craig's erect cock slapped the side of my face. "Stop looking at the door, Bangs. Give my cock some attention, will you?"

I parted my lips and leaned forward. All I wanted was to get this over with. But he shook his cock back and forth, slapping my cheeks again. This was as bad as it gets. Bound and helpless, I knelt at my sister's boyfriend's feet with my mouth open, trying to catch his cock. "Please let me suck your cock," I begged.

"Now that's the right attitude," he said, and let out a belly laugh. "Now say it again, faggot. And make it sincere."

Would my humiliation never end? I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. "Craig, please let me suck your cock now," I begged again.

"Sure thing, Bangs," he said. "Since you really want it, I can't say no." He grabbed my ponytail and shoved his cock deep in my mouth. I felt his cock grow inside my mouth as he rammed himself in and out. His balls slammed into my chin over and over, the short hairs tickling me, as I sucked and licked the underside of his penis whenever I could.

Finally he came, but he pulled out and spurted cum into one of my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and then blinked and tried to shake the goo out of them. Finally all I could do was kneel before him, with my eyes downcast, and cum on my face. "Please untie me now so I can clean up," I pleaded.

"No, I don't think so, faggot," he said. "This is where you belong, on your knees, with my seed on your face. But maybe I can help a little." And then he rubbed the palm of his hand over my eyes, and smeared the cum all over my face!

I gasped in astonishment, but he just wiped his hand on my hair, and started zipping up his pants. "You…you aren't going to leave me here like this, are you?"

"Of course not. You could wiggle out of that in no time," he said, and knelt beside me. Then he pushed me down flat on my back, and grabbed my ponytail."

"What…what are you doing?" I asked.

"Relax, Bangs," he said, twisting my hair this way and that. After a few moments, he got to his feet. "See you around, little sissy. And if you can't get loose, just yell for help. I'm sure someone will hear you eventually. If not today, then tomorrow morning. Oh, and I want that tie back when you're done with it."

"No, wait!" I called out, but he turned off the light, and shut the door behind him, leaving me in the dark.

For a few seconds I lay there flat on my back, my hands bound under me, just trying to collect myself. I had to untie Craig's tie, then I had to wash my face, and then I had to find my backpack. If I could do all that, I could survive my first day at school. I took a deep breath, and tried to sit up. But I couldn't lift my head! I could barely turn it from side to side. That bastard had tied my ponytail to one of the pipes under the sink! I gasped and sank back down, lying flat on my back. I poked my fingers around the knot in Craig's tie. At least this would be much easier to unte than the ropes they used at home.

But then the door suddenly opened, and light filtered into the room. Just what I needed, I thought, another visit from Craig. I tried to crane my neck to look up. I could only see a silhouette against the open doorway, but it was too tall to be Craig. My heart pounded at the thought of a teacher finding me like this, and then I recognized the man in an olive uniform. He was a janitor I had seen earlier in the day in the school cafeteria.

"Help!" I shouted. "Please untie me!"

The man turned on the light, shut the door, and crouched next to me. He was a young guy, big and kind of unkempt with a 5 o'clock shadow. "What happened to you?" he asked. "Did you get in a fight?"

"This is embarrassing," I whispered. "My hair uh, somehow got wrapped around this pipe. Could you just untie me?"

"What's that stuff on your face? Just what have you been doing, little girl?"

"All right, I had a fight with my boyfriend. Now could you please let me go?"

"Hmm," he said, rubbing an unshaven cheek. "So tell me…you like giving blow jobs?"

"I…I was in here with my boyfriend," I admitted. "Please don't tell anyone about this!"

"Well, I don't know…what other games do you like to play?"

"Mister, I'm just a kid. Just let me go. I'll owe you one!"

"Uh huh. I found a backpack outside and I looked through it for an ID. I found an ID card that looks just like you, but I found some weird toys too," he said, and held up my ball gag. "Do you like to play with this too?"

I swallowed hard. He had my backpack and all of my bondage toys. Now what could I do? "Please untie me," I said. "I'll give you the best blow job of your life."

"I'd rather put my dick somewhere else," he said. Kneeling over me, he hiked up my skirt.

"NO!" I shouted.

"Don't worry, little girl, I've got protection," he said, reaching for my panties.

"Nice underwear, kid. Are those crotchless?

I squirmed and twisted every way I could. I tried to press my legs together. But he pried them apart, and pulled my panties all the way off.

He sat back on his haunches. "What the…" he said, a look of disbelief on his face. Then he pulled at the leather sheath between my legs.

I lay there helpless with my legs spread and my skirt pulled up on my chest. Practically naked from the waist down, my wrists still bound beneath me, I finally dared to look up at him. "Please don't tell anyone about me," I begged. "I'll do whatever you want."

He sneered at me in disgust. "Never seen anything like this here before. I seen lots of snotty rich kids here at this school, but nothing like this."

"Look, if you just let me go-" I started.

"Shut up, you little pervert," he said. "Bad enough I thought you were a slutty little girl. Now it turns out you're some kind of freak who likes to play dress up at school."

"But I can explain." I said.

"I said shut up!" he shouted, and stuffed the pink panties in my mouth. "I think I know just what you need, you little piece of shit!"

I tried to talk, to protest, but the panties filled my mouth and I could only make slurred sounds. And when I saw him start taking off his belt, my whole body started shaking. He wasn't playing games like Sandra or Kathy. This was a big angry man, and he could really hurt me.

Then he flipped me over on my stomach. I tried to work the panties around in my mouth so maybe I could try to say something, but then a sharp pain in my butt made me let out a muffled scream. I turned to look up and saw his belt dangling in front of my eyes.

"Now I'll see if you cry like a girl too," he snarled.

I shook my head frantically and tried to scream, when I felt his metal belt buckle hit my naked butt. I moaned and groaned as he hit me over and over, my entire body bouncing up and down with each blow. He was no expert in discipline like Sandra or Donna but he was still going to really hurt me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my muffled screams were only making him angrier. I strained against the tie binding my wrists, and my hair pulled against the pipe as I twisted back and forth. Mindlessly, I kicked my legs as I sobbed into the gag. He must have hit me thirty or forty times, and even after he stopped, I still lay there crying into my panties.

At last he stopped, and I gasped for air and tried to catch my breath, my chest still heaving. My butt was on fire, and my face covered with fresh tears, when I heard him say, "I just thought of something, you little queer. What would the other kids think if they saw you like this? If they knew you were really a sissy boy who likes to dress up as a girl?"

My eyes wide, I shook my head, and moaned into the gag.

"Think about it, kid, and I will see you tomorrow. By the way, I'll leave your backpack outside. Pick it up if you get a chance."

And then he was gone, shutting off the lights, and slamming the door behind him.

My butt ached, and I was so beat up that all I wanted to do was rest. And my ponytail hurt every time I tried to move. But I had to get out of there. I had to get my backpack before anyone else found it.

I still had a mouth full of panties, but I managed to get my fingers into the knot in Craig's tie. It's a good thing my sister never taught the big oaf about bondage. He had only tied a single knot, and for once my pretty fingernails did some good. After a few minutes, I got some slack in the tie, and wiggled out of it. My hair wasn't really long enough for Craig to do anything creative with it, so it only cost me a few strands to get free of the sink pipe.

I got to my feet trembling, my butt hurting more with each step. I turned on the light and ran some water in the sink. I used a rag to wash my face, and hoped I got all the cum off. Finally I nudged the door open, and peeked through the slit. I dreaded seeing a bunch of guys standing around my backpack, holding up my bondage toys. But the corridor was deserted, and I was relieved to see my pack lying there on the floor. I stuffed my panties in it, and began the long walk home. I hobbled block after block, and not only did my butt hurt, but all I could think about was that rotten janitor, and what he might do to me.

CHAPTER 2
HOME LIFE

It was early evening when I finally got home, and my brother and sister were waiting to greet me.

"Where the hell have you been? What happened to you?" Ron demanded.

"I got beat up and I can hardly walk. But it wasn't my fault," I pleaded. "Craig grabbed me at school. He tied me up and made me suck his cock."

"Craig beat you up?" Kathy asked. "He knows he isn't allowed to do that without my permission."

"No. Craig left me tied up in a closet. And before I could get loose, the school janitor found me. He was going to rape me, but when he found out I was a boy, he got real mad and beat me up."

"One day!" Ron shouted. "You can't even go to school one day without getting into trouble!"

"Yeah," Kathy said. "You'd think after all the time we spent this summer teaching you how to be a girl, you would be good at it by now."

Speechless, I just looked at her. I mean, how ungrateful could I be?

"Look, does anyone besides the janitor know you're really a sissy boy?"

I shook my head.

"Good, I'll straighten him out, myself," Kathy said. "That lowlife trash. I'll tell him if he so much as looks at my little sister the wrong way, I'll have his ass fired!"

"May I have something to eat?" I begged. 'I've had a long day."

"We've already finished dinner," Ron said. "I'll see if Donna can get you something."

"Ron, doesn't it matter that none of this was my fault? Craig tied me up and that janitor beat me."

"No. You're a kid, so you are always wrong, and everything is always your fault. Welcome to high school," Ron said, and headed for the kitchen.

Then Kathy said, "In the meantime, get out of those clothes, I want to take a look at you."

I got my training bra, blouse and skirt off as quickly as I could, and stood before her wearing nothing but the sheath binding my penis and my shoes and socks. She turned me around, and slowly traced her finger down my spine. Her touch tickled, and made me tremble as she reached my waist, but as her fingernail brushed against my sore left cheek, I groaned from the pain.

"It looks like he did a job on you," she said, "but you won't have any permanent scars. I'll tie you to your bed face down tonight."

"Thank you, Mistress Katherine," I said. My sister could be so thoughtful when she wanted to.

"Now march that swollen ass of yours into the kitchen, and if you're a good girl, maybe Donna will feed you."

My stomach growling, I hurried toward the kitchen, but paused in front of a mirror. I turned to see if I could inspect the damage to my rear end. But Kathy shoved me forward, and sent me stumbling into the kitchen. "You'll have plenty of time to look at your butt later," she said.

Donna caught me and handcuffed my hands behind my back before I could even regain my balance. "There's din-din," she said, and pointed at the floor. "I just mixed up all the leftovers."

It was the dog food bowl again, filled with some meat, mashed potatoes and peas, all mixed together. I hesitated for a moment, and Donna snarled, "You'll eat it and like it, or you'll have it for breakfast tomorrow."

I could have pointed out that compared to what I had for breakfast that morning, it might not be such a bad deal. But subtlety was lost on Donna, so I knelt on the floor and crawled over to the bowl. The food was cold, but I was so hungry that I would have eaten anything. It only took me a few minutes to finish it, but then Kathy strapped a pair of shoes on me. Still on my knees, I looked up but didn't dare question her.

But once she pulled me to my feet, I nearly toppled over. These were my highest heels, the five-inch spikes I wore as punishment when they decided I was a bad girl. Then Kathy led me downstairs to the basement playroom.

"Sandra helped us redecorate the basement," she said. "Do you like it?"

I stared around the room in dismay. I hadn't been allowed down here for the past couple of days, and I barely recognized the place. Screw eyes were set in the black tile floor, and a wooden saw horse occupied one corner. We had a full-length mirror now, and several whips were hanging from hooks in the ceiling. I cringed as my back brushed against one of the whips. The room had Sandra's look to it, alright. But I knew better than to disagree with my sister. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled.

"Oh, I'm so glad you approve," she said. "Because you're going to be spending a lot of time down here. In fact, tonight I'm going to teach you to come home from school on time."

She picked up one of the many gags lying around, this one a rubber penis with a strap attached, and held it up to my teeth. I knew what was expected of me, and I opened my mouth like a good little slave. It filled my mouth, and she strapped it around my head, and then bent me over. I teetered on my spiked heels, bent at the waist, as she wrenched my wrists upward. She had tied a rope to my handcuffs, and fed it through a hook in the ceiling. Then she pulled in the slack, until my arms pointed straight up, and I was nearly doubled over. Finally, Kathy tied off the rope, and positioned me in front of the full-length mirror.

"Now you can admire your butt all you want," she said. "And I know how much you love to suck cock, so you can pretend that's a real dick in your mouth."

I moaned and groaned into the gag. Was she going to leave me like this?

"Aw, what's the matter, faggot?" she asked. "Does your ass still hurt?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, maybe I can do something about that," she said.

The next thing I knew, she pressed a metal clamp against my left breast. I shook my head, and strained against my handcuffs. But she just squeezed the clamp open and then let it snap shut on my nipple.

The sharp pain in my chest made me scream into the gag, as I twisted and squirmed with all my might but the clamp stayed on, biting into my nipple.

"One down, one to go, sweetie," she said.

I shook my head, and tried to plead for mercy with my eyes. But my sister just looked at me, and burst out laughing. Then I watched with horror as another clamp approached my other nipple. This was even worse than the first one, because I knew how much it was going to hurt. And it did, when she snapped it on. Helplessly, I tried to shake them loose, but that only made the pain even worse. My vision blurred as I felt tears trickle down my cheeks.

"Oh sweetie, you're crying," she said. "Then let me give you something to cry about."

Through the pain, I looked up at my sister, and then down at my chest just in time to see there was a chain connecting the clamps on my nipples. And Kathy had another chain with a hook on one end, and a weight on the other. She hooked that chain onto the one connecting my nipples, and squatted in front of me with the weight resting in the palm of her hand.

"Time to take your mind off your butt," she said.

I shook my head and made little whimpering sounds into my gag. How could she be so cruel? Wasn't I already in enough pain?

"If you're lucky, this might pull the clamps off your nipples," she said.

I bit down on the gag, and she let the weight drop. The pain in my nipples doubled, but the clamps held firm and continued to bite. I started to sob, and the tears spilled freely down my face.

I could hardly see, or focus on anything through a haze of pain, but my sister lifted my chin and made me face her. She pointed toward the near wall. "See that tripod? I've set up a camera to run for two hours, so I'll leave you alone now. Be a good little faggot, and try and face the camera when you cry, would you?"

I groaned, and tried to pull away from her.

Then she slapped my face so hard that I nearly fell over. The dangling weight swung back and forth, making the pain in my nipples even worse. Then she grabbed my ponytail, and twisted my head around savagely. "Now look, little sissy, I don't think you understand," she said, sneering at me. "I'll be back in two hours to watch the video, and I want to see you struggling in your bondage, and crying your little eyes out. So you be a good girl, and then I'll let you crawl into your favorite lingerie and go to sleep. But if I don't like what I see, we can start all over, and make another two-hour video. For all I care, you can stay here all night. So you WILL put on a good show for me, now won't you?"

What could I do? She had me bound and helpless, all doubled over with a penis gag straining my mouth. My feet ached from those awful shoes, my butt was sore from a beating, and the dull pain in my chest wouldn't even let me think clearly. I was completely at her mercy, and we both knew it. So I quickly nodded my head and I even tried to say,"Yes, Mistress Katherine," but it just sounded like mush.

She turned on the camera and left me. Bent over double, I could see myself between my legs. I was upside down in the mirror, as I wobbled on my high heels, my pony tail swinging back and forth. All I could do was suck on the penis gag, and I stared at the mirror through my tears, trying to make out the red marks on my butt. So I moaned and groaned for the camera, and I squirmed and twisted, trying not to disturb the weight dangling from my nipples. And every time the pain got so bad that I couldn't fight back the tears, I turned to face the camera so I could cry for my sister.

Two hours later, Kathy returned to replay the video. Mercifully she seemed satisfied with it. She took the clamps off my nipples, but then the pain was even worse, and I screamed into the gag as loud as I could.

"Wow, if I knew you were going to do that, I would have left the camera running," she said. "Should I put the clamps back on?"

As the pain subsided, I could only whimper into the gag, and hoped she would let me go. Finally she unlocked the handcuffs, and she let me go free. Just long enough to make it upstairs, and get into a nightgown. Then she locked leather cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, and tied me to the bedposts, spread-eagled and face down.

"You know, your butt looks nice and round when it's swollen like that. I was thinking of making you wear padded panties to give you a more girlish figure. But if we keep beating your ass like that, we won't need those."

She may have gone on taunting me for a while longer. I'm not sure because I was so exhausted that neither the literal nor the figurative pains in my ass could keep me awake.

* * * * *

The next morning, Kathy dragged me out of bed and made me repeat yesterday's performance. I had to jerk off into a dog food bowl full of cereal, and then she made me eat it with my hands cuffed behind my back. But my butt hurt so much that even the taste of my own cum didn't bother me.

"Mistress Katherine, I can't go to school today," I said. "My butt is still so sore that I can't sit down."

"Oh, really?" she asked. "We'll see about that."

And then she grabbed my arm, hauled me to my feet, and sat me down hard in a kitchen chair. I screamed as the pain shot through me, and tears came to my eyes. Even with my wrists cuffed, I jumped right out of the chair. "Mistress Katherine, I can't do it!" I begged.

"Oh, all right," she huffed. "Donna, she's all yours today. The little crybaby can't sit down."

"Doesn't matter," Donna said. "When I put the little bitch to work, she won't have a chance to sit down."

While Donna drove Kathy to school, I got dressed. As always, my cock went into its leather sheath, and was tied back between my legs. Donna had laid out my outfit in the basement, where I would be working today. A black spandex French maid's uniform, complete with a pretty white cap, all of it trimmed in lace. After making sure the seams of my stockings were straight, I had to wear my five-inch heels again. And kneepads. Then, most humiliating of all, I had to attach leather cuffs to my ankles with a 12-inch chain. Now that I had hobbled myself, I completed the ensemble with steel handcuffs. They knew I couldn't sit down, and I didn't want to stand on those heels. So I did what any good little slave would do. I threw a pillow on the floor, and knelt until Donna returned. Last night, my reflection in the mirror was of an upside-down naked boy. Today the mirror showed a humble little girl in bondage, just a helpless servant.

Donna returned sooner than I wanted, and jerked my pillow away, toppling me over on my side. "We need to get everything off the floor to clean it," she explained.

We, as in ME, I thought. "Yes, Mistress Donna," I said.

She placed a pail of water beside me, and said, "you're going to scrub every tile on this floor." Then she unlocked my handcuffs.

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I repeated, thinking this would be easier without my hands cuffed. I picked up a wooden scrub brush, and thought it was odd that it had a strap attached.

"Not so fast, Princess," she snapped. She pulled my arms behind me, handcuffed my wrists again, and said, "Open your mouth!"

I looked up in amazement. "But-" I began.

She shoved the brush handle in my mouth, and tied the strap around the back of my head. "Now get to work, you lazy little sissy! This will teach you to take a day off from school!"

With Donna standing over me, I carefully dunked the brush bristles in the pail, trying not to slosh any water on my face. And then I bent over as far as I could, and pressed the bristles against the floor. On my knees, with my face pressing the brush against the floor, I turned my head to drag the brush over a couple of tiles.

"Good work, Princess," Donna snarled. "Now hurry up and finish the entire room before your sister gets home from school. If you work straight through the day, you might make it. Otherwise you get to mop up the floor with that pretty hairdo of yours."

I lifted my face off the floor just far enough to nod my head in acknowledgment. Donna left me alone, and I lost track of time as I scrubbed the whole room from one end to the other. I must have worked for hours, sweating like a pig with my stringy hair dangling around my face. Completely exhausted, I didn't look very much like a proper young lady any more, and my stomach was growling at me too. But I had just finished the last row of tiles when Kathy startled me by dangling a pink bikini in front of my face.

School was out, so it must have been late afternoon. How time flies when you're having fun. As soon as I got into my tiny swimsuit, she marched me out to the pool deck, where Arcadia was waiting. They left my on my back at poolside, handcuffed to the ladder.

"That's the nice thing about living in southern California," Kathy told me. "You can work on your tan all year round."

Just what I needed, a girl's tan lines on my chest. When the girls finally got tired of swimming, they got out of the pool and toweled themselves off.

"Put your pink heels on, sissy," Kathy said, freeing me from the ladder, but then snapping the cuffs closed again. "You look too comfortable standing around in your bikini.

No sooner had I done so, Kathy handed me a hairbrush. The girls were sitting side by side on beach chairs, and I knew what my choices were. Either I attended to them, or Kathy would take me over her knee and use the hairbrush on my sore butt.

I took a handful of Kathy's damp hair, and started brushing it out. I worked on the ends first, trying not to catch any snags. It wasn't easy to work in handcuffs, and nothing would please my sister more than an excuse to beat me until I cried like a baby in front of Arcadia. Eventually I worked my way down to her roots, and brushed out all of her hair.

"I think the little cutie might have a future as a hairdresser some day," Arcadia said.

"Would you like that, Alicia?" Kathy asked. "When you're a grown up faggot, would you like to do people's hair all day? I mean, all hairdressers are fags, so you'll fit right in."

I wasn't going to argue with her. "If that's what you want, Mistress Katherine," I replied.

"Gutless as always, she said, sneering at me. "I don't think you could even handle the responsibility of fixing someone's hair. I think you'd be better off as a maid, spending your life on your knees. Isn't that where you really belong?"

"May I brush your hair now, Mistress Arcadia?" I asked, trying to ignore my sister.

But Kathy wasn't done with me. ""Sweetie, if you don't like it here, you don't have to stay. I can sell you to some rich man who will treat you right!"

"Mistress Katherine, please don't sell me!" I begged. But I was working on Arcadia's hair now. Her white swimsuit was almost transparent, and I had a hard time concentrating on her hair. It's a good thing my penis was tied back, or it would have made its presence known.

Arcadia's hair was so thick and full, I lingered over it, brushing each handful lovingly. I spent far more time on her than I had on my sister, and Kathy ran out of patience.

"You've had enough fun, sissy. Now do my nails!" she commanded me, holding out a bottle of nail polish.

I took the nail polish and waited for her to offer me her hand.

"Not THOSE nails!" she huffed, and pointed a foot at me. "These nails!"

I stared at her foot and swallowed. She wanted me to paint her toenails! I gently grasped my sister's foot, and started applying the nail polish, my sister's favorite shade of pink. By now I was looking forward to going back to school. I couldn't take much more of this.

After I finished Kathy's nails, she said, "By the way, faggot, you did a nice job on the basement floor, but you still need to dust everything. I mean, if you're going to be spending hours down there with a ball gag stuck in your mouth, we wouldn't want you to have to sneeze, now would we?"

"No, Mistress Katherine," I said, as I sat back on my haunches.

"And Craig says he needs his tie back. You know, the one he used to tie you up? I'm sure it's wrinkled, so be a dear and iron it tonight, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled. No doubt about it, school was looking better and better.

"What's that, sweetie?" she asked. "I can't hear you."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I stated. "I will be happy to iron Craig's tie."

"Much better, faggot," she said, and turned to Arcadia. "There's nothing like having a helpless little sissy maid around the house, is there?"

"Especially a cute little thing who knows her place," Arcadia said, and both girls giggled.

* * * * *

The next day my butt didn't hurt as much, so I went back to school. I was a day behind, I had to buy all of my textbooks, and I didn't have any friends. But most of the other freshmen seemed to be almost as confused as I was. It was such a relief to wear flat shoes, no one yelled at me, no one beat me up, and I didn't have to be a maid. Kathy had spoken to the janitor in that friendly, endearing manner of hers, and he was nowhere to be seen. Craig was supposedly under orders not to molest me, either. At least not at school. So I survived another day.

After the long walk home, Donna was waiting for me with my maid's uniform.

"But I have homework to do," I pleaded. "I'm already a day behind."
"Not my problem," she announced. "First you're going to do your chores. And then you're going to serve dinner. Then you can eat whatever is left, and then you can use whatever time is left to do your schoolwork."

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I mumbled. A few minutes later, I was in my French maid's uniform, the white apron tied around my waist in a big bow at the back. I wore handcuffs and hobbled around on my three-inch heels, my ankles bound together as I set the table so everyone else could eat dinner.

Even though I was in school, I was still a servant. Schoolgirl by day, French maid by night. It wasn't fair. They let me eat their leftovers from my doggie dish, still bound. After dinner I finally had a chance to go up to my bedroom and do my homework. In my uniform. On my knees. And in handcuffs. Late at night, I still had my books spread around me when Kathy walked in.

"I think that's enough studying for tonight," she said. "All work and no play makes Alicia a dull little girl."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and closed my math book with my bound hands.

"Something the matter, little faggot?" she asked. "You seemed awfully subdued tonight, even for a slave girl. If you're going to be so quiet, I might as well keep you gagged. Would you like a ball gag? Or is the penis gag your favorite, so you can pretend you're sucking on a cock?"

"I…I…uh…it's just that I thought I wouldn't have to be a maid once the school year started."

"Oh, is that what you had in mind?" she asked, towering over me. "Well, tell me, Alicia, would you like to go out at night instead?"

A shiver went down my spine. I hated being out as a girl, and she knew it. "No, Mistress Katherine."

"And have you made any friends at school?"

I shook my head.

"Why not, sweetie? What are you afraid of?"

"That…that the other kids will find out…" My voice trailed off.

"That the other kids will find out you're just a helpless little sissy boy? Who's got his cock tied between his legs?" she said, being kind enough to finish my sentence.

I nodded my head.

"And that you're a pathetic little gutless coward who'll suck any cock he can wrap his lips around?"

This was horrible. I fought back the tears, but my sister knew all of my weaknesses, and could push all of my buttons. I just knelt there, my chin down.

Kathy squatted in front of me, and lifted my chin. "The truth is that you don't want to meet anyone because you know that all those boys and girls at school are better than you. They all come from good families, and will go on to college and be successful. While you started out with the same advantages, but you ended up a worthless little faggot who lets his sister beat the shit out of him any time she wants." Kathy shook my face and made me look her straight in the eye. "Isn't that really the problem, little brother?"

I tried to look away, but she wouldn't let me. The tears were blinding me, and I was so choked up that I couldn't even get a word out. Finally I just nodded again.

"I thought so," she said, and let my chin drop. "So now you're going to be a maid every night from now on. Except Friday."

I sniffed to keep my nose from running, and wiped at my cheeks with my bound hands. "Friday?" I choked out.

"Yes, I'm having a slumber party Friday night. See, I'm going to help you meet some new people."

"Who…who-" I stammered.

"Just a couple of friends. Actually they're Arcadia's friends, they don't go to our school. I'm sure you'll like them. She says they're just like her."

* * * * *

The following evening, after I had survived another day of school, and finished my daily chores, I settled in to do my homework, clad in my maid's uniform and chains. Then Kathy strolled into my bedroom, and sat on my bed.

"Mistress Katherine, is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.

She placed a looseleaf binder on the bed next to her, and said, "yes, why don't you crawl over here like a good little slave girl."

Oh, this sounded like trouble. I did as I was told, and she opened the binder to a blank page, and handed me a pen.

"Now write on the top line of the page, "I'm a sissy, and I like to dress up as a girl."

"Um, you want me to write, I'm a sissy-"

"Say it, since you seem to have trouble remembering it," she ordered me.

"I'm a sissy, and I like to dress up as a girl," I repeated.

"Good, now write it," she said.

I wrote it on the top line as she had instructed me.

"Very good," she said. "Now write that again on every line until the page is full."

I stared at the page in despair; there had to be at least 25 lines. I didn't know whether I was being punished, or she was just exercising her dominance over me, but I started writing.

When I was done, she looked at it, and said, "well done. Now write, 'I am such a wimp that even girls can beat me up.' on every line of the next page."

As I started to write, she said, "Say it. Make sure you have it right."

"I am such a wimp that even girls can beat me up," I said.

"Good," she said, "Now go to it."

Soon enough I had filled the next page.

"I think you may be getting the hang of this," she said. "Now write, 'I'm a faggot and I love to suck cocks,' on every line of the next page. But be so kind as to say it out loud first."

This horrible girl had to be the meanest sister ever, but there was nothing I could do about it. "I'm a faggot and I love to suck cocks," I said.

"Good, now fill the page," she said.

I did as I was told, and soon enough I was done.

"That will be enough for today," she said, collecting the notebook. "Get back to your homework."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and crawled back to my textbooks.

I went to school the next day, and it wasn't until I got home that I saw those three pages again. Each page was framed, and hanging on the wall next to my bed. So I would always have a constant reminder of what a pathetic loser I was, and my lowly place in the world.

CHAPTER 3
NEW PLAYMATES

I wished Friday night would never come. But it did. And by 8 o'clock I had traded my maid's uniform for a pink nightgown with the word "Cinderella" embroidered in script across my chest. Kathy wasn't feeling well, and that only worsened her usual unfriendly demeanor, as she was even more irritable than usual. And my nightgown must not have been humiliating enough, because she untied my cock from its sheath, and tied a pink ribbon into a bow around it instead. I was both speechless and horrified, but she tliked the way it matched my pink crotchless panties.

Kathy wore red flannel pajamas, and still complained about being chilly. Much to my dismay, Arcadia had changed into a pair of baggy green pajamas, which hid her figure. I wished I could wear pajamas; I felt like a baby in this outfit. Arcadia's friends were identical twins, Stacy and Tracy. Both were tall, and had their blonde hair tied back. They changed into matching white pajamas, which I noted were flimsy enough to show they had the same well-developed breasts. After all, I wasn't completely emasculated.

Later, the five of us were sitting in a circle in our sleepwear, when my sister said she wasn't feeling well and had to go to the bathroom. Arcadia volunteered to go with her, just to make sure she was all right. For some reason, girls have to go to the bathroom in pairs. But that left me alone with Stacy and Tracy, and I still couldn't tell them apart.

"Alicia, who's your favorite movie star?" one of them asked me.

I had to think about that one. I figured it should be a guy, so I finally said, "Tom Cruise, I think."

"Tom Cruise?" she asked. "Isn't he like 50 now? What movies did you like him in?"

"Uh…uh, I'm not sure. I mean, I haven't been to the movies in a while."

"You mean you don't know any of his movies?"

"I…I just don't remember the name of the last one I saw."

"That's some nightgown you're wearing. Haven't you outgrown Cinderella yet?"

"Oh, it was a present from my sister," I said. "Just Kathy's little joke."

Meanwhile the other one sidled over to me, and I really wished Kathy and Arcadia would come back. "Look at this material, Tracy," she said. "It's embroidered." And then she tugged on my gown, starting to lift it away from me.

"Please be careful with that! It wasn't made to last!" I blurted out. If they lifted my gown any further, my panties would show.

But while I was occupied with Stacy, Tracy decided to take a better look. "Oh, that's really cute. Where did you get those panties?" she asked, as the girls decided to play tug-of-war with me.

"No, stop!" I begged as they giggled and pulled at my nightgown.

"Tracy, look!" Stacy called out. "Her panties!"

I looked down to see my beribboned penis clearly visible through my panties. But both of the twins saw it too.

"Why, you bastard!" Tracy yelled at me. "What's the idea of dressing up as a girl?"

"Let me go!" I pleaded. I squirmed and strained, but Stacy just tightened her grip, pulling my elbows closer together behind my back.

Then Tracy slapped me across the face, making my cheek sting. "Answer me, you little pervert! Are you a little sissy boy? Or did you think you were going to sleep with one of us tonight?"

"Please don't hurt me," I begged, trying not to cry. "I wasn't going to do anything-"

Tracy squeezed my mouth shut with one hand, and then grabbed my balls with the other one. She got right in my face and said, "You tell me the truth right now, or I will rip your balls off!"

I made a little whimpering sound, and Stacy grabbed a handful of hair, and jerked my head back. Then Tracy tightened her grip on my balls, and I squeezed my eyes shut. She had my mouth stuck between her thumb and forefinger, and I couldn't even shake my head, much less speak. I was alone at the mercy of these two girls. Somehow, I had to call for my sister and Arcadia. But even if I could cry out for them, would they be on my side?

Tracy let go of my balls, and the pain eased enough for me to take a few breaths. But then with no warning, she punched me in the stomach. I gasped, and tried to double over, my face still squeezed between her other hand. As my knees buckled, Stacy pushed me down and forced me to kneel. She twisted my hair to make me look up at Tracy.

"What's going on here?" my sister yelled.

I looked up and saw Arcadia standing next to Kathy.

With her hand still clamped on my face, Tracy shouted, "who is this little bastard, and why is he dressed like a girl?"

"He's my brother, and he likes to dress like a girl," Kathy said. "Now let go of him."

"Why is he at our slumber party? Does he like to look at girls in their pajamas?"

"Not even close. He's just a little faggot, and he wants to be a girl," Kathy said, and then asked me, "Isn't that right, sweetie?"

My face still locked in Tracy's hand, I nodded my head as best I could.

Then Stacy said, "How do we know you're not lying just to save the little pervert's ass?"

"Come upstairs with me," Kathy said. "Let me show you his bedroom."

The twins followed her upstairs, and a minute later I heard raucous laughter coming from my bedroom. No doubt they had seen the frames hanging on the wall. Kathy and the twins came back downstairs, and one of them asked, "So this is for real?"

"Oh, it's true," Arcadia said. "At first his name was Al, and he was so confused that he wanted to go out with me. But now she's all girl. Get her to tell you about the time I reamed her ass with a strap-on dildo! She loved it!"

Tracy looked down at me, and I nodded my head. Still, I thought the girls might be trying a little too hard to prove I was too sissified to be any kind of threat to the twins. But the worst was yet to come.

"Look, I'll show you a video that will prove it," Kathy said.

The twins reluctantly stepped away from me, but not before one of them grabbed a handful of my hair, and shoved me face down on the carpet. But then Arcadia got me up, and forced me face down onto the sofa. With me on my knees, she pulled my arms behind my back, and started tying my wrists with some rope, snug but not tight.

"What are you doing?" Tracy asked.

"See, she isn't going anywhere," Arcadia said, dragging me up to my feet. Then she sat me down on the sofa, facing the television with her next to me.

"Don't worry," Kathy said. "She loves this stuff."

Kathy turned on the DVD player, and sat next to me. The twins were still standing off to one side when the video started.

I gasped in dismay. The title on the screen said, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE SISSY" in big pink letters. It was the video of my birthday party.

"Kathy, no!" I said. "Please-"

She twisted a handful of my hair, making me wince in pain. "Is that how you address me, slave?"

"No, Mistress Katherine," I whispered.

"Speak up!" she ordered me. "Tell me about yourself!"

"My…my name is Alicia. I…I'm a sweet little slave girl…and…and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me," I said, and my chin sank to my chest. I couldn't remember being humiliated this badly, and for me, that was really saying something.

"What's the deal here?" Tracy asked. "He's your slave?"

"She, not he. Watch the video, and you'll see," Kathy said. Then she grabbed a handful of my hair, and made me lift my chin. "You watch the video too, little faggot!"

The video started, showing me bound and blindfolded with my wrists in leather cuffs over my head. I had been blindfolded for so much of my birthday party that I was seeing this for the first time. There I was, dressed like a hooker, swaying on high heels. I had on way too much makeup, my short white dress was almost transparent, and I could see my cock prominently displayed by a leather harness. I tried to pretend it wasn't me. It couldn't be me. That had to be someone else on the screen. A feminized little boy, who even now smiled, and blindly turned to greet one of the guests. And then another guest smacked him because he forgot to smile. I winced as the beaten young boy begged forgiveness, as he gamely tried to smile despite the red mark on his face. Greeting guest after guest, the little boy had to smile obediently at the men and women who would molest him later that evening.

And then Sandra stripped him. And he stood helpless, not daring to move or make the slightest protest as she undressed him. One by one, she removed his pretty clothes, leaving him with little more than his blindfold and heels. As I watched, a big guy swept the helpless child off his feet and planted him face down on a table.

I watched with fascination as Sandra skillfully bound the naked boy's wrist and ankles. He would only gasp or moan as she hogtied him; an obedient little slave who didn't dare to speak. She knew that a frightened little sissy did not need to be gagged. Yet she did gag him. At the touch of a ball against his lips, the helpless little slave's mouth popped open like a baby bird's, inviting the ball gag that would stretch his mouth so cruelly. And there he was, hogtied and gagged, like a pig with an apple in its mouth.

"Stop the video!" one of the twins shouted, bringing me back to my senses. "What's going on here? No one does stuff like this!"

"Alicia does," my sister said, matter-of-factly. "She sometimes pretends she doesn't like being a slave, but she really loves it, or we wouldn't do it."

The twin glared at me. "So this is all some kind of game to her?"

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet! Wait till the party gets going!" Kathy said.

They re-started the video, and I saw the little boy stand helplessly as his hair was tied into a ponytail, and up to the ceiling. Only now I had been jarred back to reality. I couldn't pretend that wasn't me on the screen, with crops and whips landing all over my naked body. I watched in horror, as blindfolded and gagged, I could only moan as red stripes creased my butt and thighs. How I twisted and squirmed, finally losing my footing on those awful heels. I winced as I saw myself suspended only by my hair, remembering the terrible pain in my scalp. After what seemed like an eternity, I got my feet under me again.

The twins gasped as the camera zoomed in on me and my growing erection. Somehow that awful whipping had aroused me, and after I spurted cum, Sandra made me crawl on the carpet and lick it up. And then, most horrible of all, I had to suck one cock after another, with Sandra's friends freshening my lipstick after each blowjob. There I was, with perfect lipstick, and a half-dozen guys' sperm smeared all over my face. Mercifully, the video ended.

"So you're not just a sissy, are you?" a twin asked me. "You're a slut too!"

"That's what we'll call it," the other one said, as they both stood over me.

"Sissy slut! Sissy slut! Sissy slut!" they chanted over and over, shoving and jostling me as I knelt in front of them.

"Have you had enough fun yet?" Kathy finally asked.

"Oh, I think we want to take it home and play with it some more," one of the twins said, and the other one nodded.

I shuddered and prayed my sister wouldn't let them get at me.

"I don't think so," Kathy said. "She may be a slut, but she's MY slut!"

"Well, if we can't play with the sissy, then we'll tell everyone, we'll post this on the Internet!"

"Oh, all right, Kathy said in disgust. "You can have her for one day."

"No way, we want the sissy every weekend," a twin said.

"Now you want to have ALL the fun," Kathy said. "One weekend a month, and that's final!"

I let out a long sigh. They were negotiating about who would get to enslave me, to beat me every weekend. Like I wasn't even there.

The twins whispered back and forth, and finally said, "It's a deal! Our parents go away one weekend every month, so we'll take the slut that weekend."

I groaned. If those two monsters were my kids, I'd go away one weekend and never come back.

* * * * *

I didn't get to speak to Kathy again until the next day, when I had already dressed in my maid's uniform.

"Mistress Katherine, please don't give me to those awful girls," I begged.

"There, there, Alicia," she said, stroking my hair. "You need to make some new friends anyway, and I made them promise not to hurt you any more than we do. More or less."

I gasped. "More or less?"

"No blood, no broken bones, or permanent scars. The usual. If they mess up, then they don't get to play with you any more. So stop being a baby, and get to work!"

And off I hobbled in my chains, doing the housework as always. I had spent most of the day in the basement under Donna's watchful eye. Twice she took me over her knee and paddled me; once when I tried to rest after working all morning, and again when a few strands of my hair got loose from my frilly white cap.

"A sloppy appearance shows not only a lack of discipline, but also lack of pride in your work," she said.

Her solution was to beat some sense into me with my trusty paddle, and then make me wear a corset for the rest of the day. But now I had to change all of the bed linen and do the laundry. At last I climbed all of the steps to the second floor, and heard some muffled sounds from Kathy's bedroom.

With my ankles chained together and my wrists cuffed, I tried not to make any noise as I peeked into her room. Heaven only knows what she would do to me if she caught me snooping around like this. And on the bed was a girl in a white blouse and short skirt, bound and gagged with Kathy standing over her.

Kathy tousled the poor girl's hairdo. "Let's see you get out of that!" she said.

As I watched, the girl struggled against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. She shook back and forth, but all that did was make Kathy laugh at her. I watched in fascination, as I rarely saw anyone else tied up. Mesmerized, I couldn't take my eyes off the helpless girl as she strained and thrashed. And then I caught myself licking my lips, and my penis suddenly growing hard. How could this be? I hated being tied up, yet seeing someone else in bondage was turning me on.

And as the girl twisted around, her skirt rode up, and my mouth dropped open! Under that miniskirt was a cock! Kathy had another boy dressed as a girl, tied up and helpless! And my penis was still hard! Then the kid yelled into the gag, and Kathy bent over him.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked, untying his gag. "Are those real tears?"

"Let me go!" he shouted, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I don't want to play any more!"

"I thought you liked these games," she said, standing over him, hands on her hips.

"You let me go right now," he yelled, "or I'm telling my parents!"

Kathy started untying his wrists. "Suit yourself," she said. "My brother's in bondage all the time, and he loves it."

The kid got his hands free and started to calm down as he rubbed his wrists. "You're crazy," he said. "How can anyone like being tied up all the time?"

"I'll prove it," Kathy said, and then shouted, "Alicia, get in here!"

Uh oh. I tried to hobble away, but trapped in my corset, and with my ankles chained, I hadn't gotten more than a few feet when Kathy appeared in the doorway.

"I was just going to look for you. You weren't spying on me, were you?" she demanded.

"No, no, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I, uh, the laundry-"

"Shut up and get in here," she said, dragging me into the room. "I'll deal with you later."

"Who…who this? Your maid?" he asked.

An easy mistake for him to make. After all, I was dressed in a black satin uniform trimmed with lace, a white apron, and a frilly cap. But my handcuffs and ankle chains must have confused him.

"No, this is my little brother," she said. "His name is Al, but he likes to pretend to be my sissy slave girl, Alicia. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled.

"Isn't there more? Tell me about yourself," she said.

That was my cue to humiliate myself. "My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty, so the boys will like me."

"See, I thought you would like being tied up just like my brother does," she explained. "But I'll make it up to you. Just so there's no hard feelings, Alicia will give you a blowjob."

SHE will make it up to him, I wondered. I was going to be the one on my knees, getting a face full of cum.

He looked up in surprise, and said, "R-really?"

Kathy didn't have to say a word. One look from her, and I was on my knees, crawling up to Blondie. He pulled up his skirt, I took him in my mouth, and his cock grew and hardened as I sucked on it. Amazing how a guy can be crying one minute, and have a hard-on the next. Moments later he spurted inside my mouth.

"All right, are we even now?" Kathy asked.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," he said.

"By the way, Sissy," Kathy said. "His name is Terry. Just thought you should be properly introduced to a boy when you suck his cock."

That night, Kathy gave me the rest of the story. She just had her hair done, and our hairdresser Jennifer mentioned that my boyfriend Jeremy had been grounded for a month. So that's why I hadn't seen him lately. He's something else. He's crazy about me, and he envies me because he's still in the closet. He thinks I'm gay too, and that I get turned on by dressing up as a maid. Even though he's the only person I know who actually likes me, I still don't miss having my ass drilled.

So my hairdresser, who loves to share the details of everyone's private lives, went and found another of her customers for me. Only Terry just likes to wear the clothes, he isn't into the lifestyle.

* * * * *

I spent the next morning scrubbing out the bathrooms, and when I went out to clean the pool, I found Kathy reclining at poolside. I stopped short. Standing at attention next to her was a blonde girl in a pink maid's outfit. Another servant, I wondered? Clad in my handcuffs and ankle chains, I shuffled closer and recognized the maid. Terry was back.

"Mistress Katherine, why is he here again?" I asked.

Kathy sneered at me. "Do I need your permission to invite someone here?"

"No, Mistress Katherine," I backtracked.

"Sweetie, I thought you might like to get to know him better, suck his cock again."

"But why is he dressed like a maid?"

"See, you complained about having to go to school and do housework at the same time. I thought we might get you some help. Or maybe even replace you."

I gasped. "Replace me??"

"Sure, I think I might like to play maid for a while," Terry said.

"And then what would we need you for?" Kathy asked.

"I don't know, he is good at sucking cocks. You could keep him around to give blowjobs," Terry offered.

Kathy mulled it over for a minute. "No, Terry, if you're willing to play maid, that will free up Alicia to use her talents somewhere else. Like a brothel in Nevada."

"What??" I asked.

"How about it, little slave girl? Brothels are legal in Nevada, and you're such a slut, you'd probably enjoy living in a whorehouse. And Terry can take your place here."

"You…you're my sister. You can't do this to me!"

She glanced at Terry, and then gave me a devilish look. "I think he's cuter than you anyway," she said. "Does that make you jealous?"

I was so angry that my chest started heaving. I was being usurped by a stranger in my own house, and my sister was threatening to send me to a whorehouse.

She stroked Terry's hair, and he grinned at me. "Don't you wish you had blonde hair like this?" she asked me.

All I wanted to do was wipe that silly grin off his face. First I had to suck his cock, and now he was going to replace me. I hobbled at him as fast as my spiked heels would let me, and I jumped at him. His mouth opened in surprise as I tackled him. I went sprawling on top of him, grabbed at his hair, and raked at his face with my pretty nails.

We wrestled for a few moments, but in my restraints, I couldn't keep him pinned to the ground. He rolled away from me, and when I tried to get to my feet, Kathy grabbed me. She pulled me upright, and shook me.

"Let me go!" I shouted, and she slapped my face so hard that my ears rang. My cheek burned, and I held the side of my face with my bound wrists.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, you little bastard!" she yelled at me.

Kathy dragged me into the house, and into the living room. She ripped open my backpack, and pulled out some rope.

"What…what are you going to do?" I stammered.

"Shut up!" she shouted. She unlocked my handcuffs, spun me around, and shoved me against a wall.

My face pressed against the plasterboard, I said, "I'm sorry, Mistress Katherine. I just lost my temper out there. I promise I'll never do it again."

She pulled my arms behind me, and tied the ropes around my elbows. My chest was forced forward, and she tightened the rope until my shoulders ached. She used another rope to bind my wrists, and cinched it so tight that it made me wince. Then she grabbed my lace collar, and stood nose to nose with me.

"You're damn right you won't!" she snarled at me. "And if I hear one more word out of you, I will cut your dick off, I will make you eat it, and then I will make you say it was good!"

I just nodded my head. I resolved to keep my mouth shut. She spun me around again, and pointed me toward the stairs down to the basement. I hobbled downstairs, and waited at the bottom of the stairs. Then a shove in the small of my back sent me reeling toward the basement door. My heels clacking on the tile floor, I nearly fell over, but I didn't dare complain.

"What's the matter, slut?" she asked. "Don't you want to play with me down here?"

I peered into the dark basement, the playroom that had been converted into my own personal torture chamber. I thought of all the bondage devices that awaited me, and shook my head.

"Then I'll leave you alone," she said, and planted her foot in my rear end. She gave me a shove that sent me flying into the basement. With my ankles chained, I turned a heel. I lost my balance, and with my hands tied behind me, I couldn't break my fall. I landed face down in the darkness, my knees hitting the floor first, and then my chest.

I lay there for a few seconds, and then the lights came on. Inches in front of my face was a pair of athletic shoes. I tilted my head back to see a baggy pair of blue jeans, and then Terry, his arms folded across his chest.

"While your sister was busy gift-wrapping you, I slipped into something more comfortable," he said. "I hope you don't mind."

I was bound and helpless at the feet of the boy I had just assaulted out at the pool. The ropes were biting at my elbows and wrists, but Terry made me forget all of that by grabbing a handful of my bangs, and hauling me up to my feet.

"Owww!" I screamed until I got my feet under me.

"I thought you liked to pull hair," he said, and shoved my chest with both palms.

"No, please," I begged. "I'm sorry."

"You fight like a girl, scratching and pulling hair," he said. And then he shoved me harder.

I had to take a half-step backward to keep my balance. "I…I didn't mean it. I thought you were going to take my place."

"You think I want to be a girl like you?" he asked, and shoved me backward again. "What's the matter, little girl? You don't fight so good when you're all tied up."

I wanted to run but I could never get away from him tied up like this. My whole body started to shake. He might really hurt me, and my sister was in no mood to defend me. "Please let me go," I begged. "I'll give you another blowjob."

He grinned. "You really like sucking cocks, don't you? Are you really a boy under all that hair?"

He grabbed a bunch of hair over my left ear, and twisted it, pulling me against him.

I winced from the pain in my scalp. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just let me go!"

"So you don't like having your hair pulled? Well, don't worry because I don't fight like a girl. I fight like a boy," he said, and dug his fist in my stomach.

I doubled over in agony, the dull pain in my gut making my knees wobble. Weak as a kitten, and gasping for air, I stood bent over with my beautiful long hair draped around my face. Finally, I caught my breath and straightened up, my legs still rubbery.

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he hit me again, this time on the side of my jaw. The room spun around, my knees buckled, and I pitched backward, my butt and the back of my head hitting the tile floor. Then the dull pain spread across the side of my face. My head lolled from side to side, and the whole room appeared fuzzy. At last, my vision focused again, and I heard him shouting at me.

"Get up, little girl!" he ordered me. "You've got a lot more coming!"

But I was tied up so tight that I could barely move, let alone get a knee under me so I could stand up. I tried to get to my knees, but with my ankles chained, I couldn't get my legs apart for balance.

But Terry grabbed another pile of my hair, and pulled me up again. By now the ropes were biting deeply into my wrists, my head was throbbing, and my belly ached something awful. But he shook me until he had my complete attention.

"Where do you want the next one, little girl? In the face or in the gut?" he asked. "I'd hate to mess up that pretty face of yours."

The tears started to spill down my cheeks. He wasn't going to discipline me like Sandra or even Kathy. He was going to give me a beating. I just shook my head.

He hit me in the belly, and I hit the floor again. After that, it gets hazy. I just remember Terry knocking me down over and over, trying to punch holes in my stomach, and then pulling me up by my hair. Finally, he had me flat on my face, and grabbed a handful of hair. I was dazed and sobbing, my head lolling on my shoulders. Then he twisted my hair around so savagely that I thought it might come out from the roots.

"Now you can give me that blowjob," he snarled at me.

The next thing I knew, I was on my knees, and he had his hands in my hair, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth. Mindlessly, I sucked and licked, just hoping to get this over with. He finally came, spraying cum across the side of my face and into my hair. I slumped back on my haunches, my head down. The ropes were cutting into my wrists, my head ached, and I was so sore I could hardly move.

"I'm not done with you yet, little girl," he said.

I sniffled, and tried to blink away the tears so I could see what he was going to do to me. And there was his still semi-erect cock in my face.

"Open wide," he said, grabbing another handful of hair.

As soon as I opened my mouth, he stuck his cock in it. A moment later, I felt warm fluid filling my mouth. And then that awful bitter, acrid taste and smell. He was pissing in my mouth! I strained against my bonds, but that only made the ropes hurt even worse. I tried to swallow as fast as I could, but my mouth kept filling with his warm urine. I gagged and swallowed another mouthful of piss, and it tasted so bad that my stomach got queasy. I tried to lean back, to pull away, but he held my hair tightly. I couldn't move an inch, and his piss started to leak out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. At last he was finished, and I knelt doubled over as I coughed and choked, his piss dribbling down my face.

As I was still trying to catch my breath, he grabbed my hair again, and pulled me up to face him, the pain in my scalp making me squeeze my eyes shut. Wobbling on unsteady legs, I opened my eyes just in time to see him throw a punch. His fist hit the side of my face, and everything went dark.

CHAPTER 4
ENSLAVED

The next morning I couldn't even bend my stomach enough to get out of bed. My face wasn't swollen, but I had been beaten so badly that I couldn't go to school. I ached with every step, but Kathy wasted no time dragging me down to the basement, still in just my lingerie. I hadn't even eaten breakfast or fixed my hair yet.

"Please forgive me, Mistress Katherine. Terry beat me up already. Haven't I suffered enough-"

I stopped in my tracks. Sandra was seated in a chair, wearing a black leather studded outfit, her skirt slit to the waist, her blonde hair pulled back severely. She tossed a piece of paper on the floor between her feet. Kathy led me to her, and forced me to my knees.

Sandra handed me an index card, and it read, "I can't go on any more. I'm too weak to be a boy, and I'm not good enough to be a girl. I don't want to live any more. At least now I can end the pain."

Sandra tossed a pen on the floor, and said, "Now copy that over on the paper in your handwriting, and sign it."

My throat went dry as I stared in horror. "But…but this is a suicide note," I said.

"Do as you're told, you little shit," she said. "Or I'll give you a beating a lot worse than the one you got yesterday."

Fighting back tears, I started writing my suicide note. But by the time I finished, I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks. I dropped the pen and looked up at Sandra. "Why?" I sobbed.

"Terry is a friend of mine, and you were very rude to him," she said. "Since Jeremy is grounded, I thought you might like to meet another cute little boy. So now you need to learn a lesson."

"How would you like to die, faggot?" Kathy asked me. "A swan dive off a tall building? Or we could make it look like you hung yourself."

"Please don't do this!" I begged.

"We'll have to do your hair, so you'll look your best when you go. And you'll have to wear something special," Kathy said. "I can't wait for the police to find your body. Imagine seeing you all dolled up, and then they find your precious little cock between your legs!"

I wished she would stop, but I was afraid to say anything to her.

"And then we'll find your suicide note," she said, clutching the paper to her breasts. "So tragic. My poor little brother, who couldn't live as a boy, and had to die as a girl."

My whole body shook, wracked with sobs.

"Or would you prefer something simple, like we find you at the bottom of the pool, maybe in that pink one-piece number of yours?" she asked. "I know, I'll ask Arcadia, I'm sure she can come up with some good ideas."

"Mistress Katherine, please, I'll do anything you want," I choked out. "Anything!"

Kathy turned the suicide note over and over. "Actually, I have to go to school. When I get home, I will decide what to do with you. But for now, I will leave that up to Sandra," she said, and turned to her. "Sandra, would you fix up the little sissy?"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it!" she said.

Kathy left me on my knees, alone with Sandra. I looked up at her, and asked, "What…what do you want me to do?"

"If you want to go on living in this house, then it's obvious that you need to learn some discipline," she said. "And that's my specialty."

A shiver went down my spine, but I hoped that if they enjoyed punishing me, at least they wouldn't kill me. Sandra wasted no time setting me straight. She laced me into a corset, and then planted her knee in my back to tighten it even more. Now I really couldn't bend at the waist. Then she slipped a pair of five-inch heels with ankle straps on me. I could hardly stand on those heels, let alone walk around. Then she bent me over, spread my crotchless panties, and smeared some lubricant into the crack of my ass. My whole body tensed, but she just bent me over a chair as much as the corset would allow me to bend. Then came the inevitable. I felt a butt plug probe my ass, and then with Sandra's expert guidance, she shoved it in. I bucked and squirmed, gritting my teeth as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks until my butt closed around the plug.

"This is the way you're going to do your housework from now on," she said. "Do you have a problem with that?"

I sniffled and shook my head.

"I can't hear you, young lady," she snapped. "Speak up!"

"I…I'm looking forward to doing the housework like this," I groveled. "I'm going to be a good little maid, Mistress Sandra. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"I thought you'd never ask. There may be hope for you yet," she said, and held up a ball gag. "But that's enough talking from you."

It was a strange-looking gag, and I caught a glint of silver, but I popped my mouth open anyway. Sandra fitted the gag in my mouth, forcing me to open wide, and locked it in place behind my head.

Now shake your head," she said.

I shook my head, and heard a tinkling sound.

"Very good," she said. "Kathy told me you were spying on her, so the bell on your gag will put a stop to that. Now you won't be sneaking around any more, will you?"

I shook my head again, and the bell tinkled again.

* * * * *

They punished me for the rest of the week by keeping me in tight bondage all evening. Every night I staggered around on my spikes, my bell tinkling and the butt plug shifting inside me as I went. I begged my sister for forgiveness every chance I got, but she seemed distant. She didn't even relish humiliating me any more. Every morning, Kathy left me alone, and Donna even had to supervise my jerking off over my cereal before I ate breakfast. And that was getting harder and harder, too. I could never tell what my sister was thinking. What dark, sinister revenge she had in mind for me.

But the following Monday morning, Kathy informed me that the school was holding tryouts for the Cheerleader Squad. Kathy and Arcadia were both going to the tryouts. And so was I.

If she wanted me to try out for the cheerleaders, I would do my best. I was grateful that she would even consent to speak to me again, which meant she might not be plotting my murder. Besides, there was no way I was going to make the squad. I figured I would dress up in a little skirt for my sister, jump around a little, wave some pom-poms, and then watch all the pretty girls strutting and dancing. It might not even be a bad day.

* * * * *

I had my hair tied up in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. Kathy took some pictures of me in my pink sweater, and short white skirt, and off we went to the cheerleader tryouts. It felt so good to be wearing thin white sneakers. By the time we got to the school gym, at least thirty girls were practicing their dance steps, and dozens of guys were sitting in the bleachers, checking out the talent.

"Watch the competition, sweetie," Kathy said. "You might learn something. I'm going to find Arcadia."

She left me, and I watched the girls twirl around on the gym floor, trying to decide which dance steps I could copy. Faking it didn't seem too hard, as I tried to imagine myself out there, dancing and high-kicking. Then someone yanked my ponytail.

"Oww," I moaned, and then saw it was Craig. I should have known.

"Look what we got here," he said. "A little faggot who wants to shake his ass out there with the other girls."

"Leave me alone," I said, and turned away.

"Do you still have a cock, or did your big sister cut it off?" he asked.

"Shut up!" I hissed. "Someone will hear you!"

I tried to slide away, but one of his big paws landed on my neck and shoulder, and he dragged me back to him. "Are you wearing those crotchless panties again?" he asked, and tried to lift my skirt.

I slapped at his wrist, and pulled my skirt back down, not that it went very far.

"Why do you want to be a cheerleader anyway? They're all bimbos," he said. "You know what they say about cheerleaders. The girls are flakes, and the boys are girls. I guess they had you in mind when they made up that saying."

"Is that right?" Kathy asked him.

We both turned around to see Kathy and Arcadia standing in the row of bleachers above us.

"Uh, well, present company excepted," he said.

But my sister wasn't buying it. I had seen that look on Kathy's face far too many times, usually just before she beat the crap out of me. "If I'm a flake or a bimbo, then you don't need to see me any more, do you?"

"Hey, I didn't mean-"

"And I've told you to leave my sister alone!"

I almost grinned. My sister was sticking up for me. Who would have believed it?

She went on, "You can abuse the little bitch when I say so, and not before!"

I sighed. Well, that didn't last long. Things were back to normal.

"Look, calm down," he said. "I was just-"

My ears perked up. Did he really say that? When in the history of the world has telling a girl to calm down ever made her calm down?

And sure enough, it wasn't going to work this time, either. "Don't tell me to calm down! You've been acting like a jerk all week, and I have enough to worry about with these tryouts! Now get lost!"

I watched with a certain satisfaction as Craig had to slink away. It was nice to see my sister spew her venom at someone else for a change.

"You look so pretty in that outfit," Arcadia said,and gave me a big hug. "Ready for the tryouts?"

Her body against mine as we hugged, her breasts pressed against me, and my cock strained in its sheath. I swallowed, but didn't answer.

"Alicia, you'll be the seventh girl to try out," Kathy said. "Do your best if you don't want to make a fool of yourself."

I nodded my head.

"And I'd be real impressed if you ended your routine with a split."

I swallowed again. I wasn't real flexible, and boys shouldn't do splits anyway. "But I haven't practiced that. I don't think I can do a split."

"It's either a cartwheel or a split," she said. "Take your pick."

Hmm. A cartwheel might expose my underwear, and my crotchless number might expose what was in my underwear, and of course Kathy knew that. "A split it is," I grumbled.

"And try not to hurt yourself," Arcadia added.

The next day I found out that both Kathy and Arcadia had made the Cheerleader Squad. I didn't. No surprise there, as the consensus was that I had done the clumsiest split in the history of the school. And then Kathy gave me another piece of good news. She had dumped Craig. My heart sang. The goon who had beaten me, and made me suck his cock countless times was history.

"Now that I'm a cheerleader, I will have a lot more status at school, and I can do a lot better than Craig," she said. "Of course now there's the chance that he will tell the other boys about you."

My heart stopped singing.

"Oh, don't worry, I let him down easy. I told him he could still come over, and you would give him a blowjob whenever he wanted.

I gasped and stared at her, wide-eyed.

"There, there, sweetie. He has too much pride to come over here after I've brushed him off," she said. "At least not very often. Maybe only if he's really horny."

Now that made me feel a whole lot better.

"Cheer up," she said, shaking me. "Now you can practice cheerleading with me and Arcadia every afternoon."

"But I didn't make the team," I pointed out.

"So what? You still look cute in that outfit," she said. "Unless you'd rather get right to work as a maid. In your high heels. And corset. And butt plug-"

"I'd love to practice with you, Mistress Katherine," I blurted out.

At least I knew why my sister had been aloof. She was worried about the cheerleader tryouts, and she wasn't getting along with Craig, so apparently she had given up on the idea of killing me, at least for now. She even had a picture of me blown up to poster size. Me in my pink and white cheerleader outfit, my hair in a ponytail, and my elbows tucked in to my sides, holding up a pair of pink and white pom-poms, with a big smile on my face. She hung it on the wall next to my bed as a reminder to try harder next year.

* * * * *

A few days later, Sandra took me to the salon to have my hair done. The salon was only a few blocks away, and she always kept our hairdresser well informed about whatever new abuse I had been subjected to. I had a special appointment after closing time, so Jennifer could tie me up before washing my hair. She was an attractive young blonde, but she was a friend of Sandra, and so she delighted in fixing my hair to humiliate me.

Jennifer didn't make any of her usual small talk with me, and wasted no time shampooing my hair. Finally she said, "you don't really need a haircut. The longer your hair, the better. So no one will know you're a sissy."

"But it's getting in my eyes," I protested.

"So I'll just trim your bangs," she said, and then thought about it. "Or better yet, I'll curl them, so they'll look pretty. "

I groaned, but she had her mind made up.

When she was done with me, my hair was parted in the middle, and swept across my forehead in soft curls over my eyebrows.

"Can't you just cut my bangs a little shorter, instead of this?" I begged.

"Sweetie, I don't appreciate the way you treated Terry. And if I ever hear of you behaving like that again, I can make you a lot prettier."

I gulped. Kathy may have forgiven me for fighting with Terry, but that didn't mean Jennifer had.

Sandra finally showed up to collect me, and she held up a purse. "I got you something," she said.

My hands still tied behind me, I could only look up at the purse. "For me?" I asked.

"Of course, every young lady should carry a purse, and look what's in it," she said, opening it up, and taking out a white scarf.

"Thank you, it's very pretty," I said.

"It's also functional. It can hide your little Adam's apple, so people won't guess that you're really a little sissy all dressed up as a girl," she said. "But there's more!"

"More?" I asked. I didn't think I wanted more.

She held up a roll of duct tape. "You'll always carry this too," she said. "In case you misbehave when we're out, and we need to tie you up."

"You can gag her with that too," Jennifer added.

"Oh I don't think so. She wouldn't want that sticky tape on her mouth. But we can use the scarf for that," Sandra said. "Alicia looks so cute when she's chewing on a cloth gag!"

"Does she?" Jennifer asked. "I'd love to see that!"

Sandra quickly got behind me, and tied the scarf between my teeth, and around the back of my neck, under my hair. "What do you think?"

"Oh, you're so right! She looks adorable," Jennifer gushed. "I need to take some pictures of this!"

Then she got her phone out, and they made me stand up and pose for pictures. Finally they untied me, and Sandra took me home, which meant that now I had to go out not only dressed up like a girl, with my new hairdo, but also carrying a purse.

Then when I got home, Kathy complimented me on my hair, which made things even worse.

* * * * *

A week later, I was trying to have breakfast, which for me meant kneeling over my cornflakes, trying to jerk off. And I couldn't. Confused and helpless, I could only stare up at Kathy.

"I don't understand!" I said. "This has never happened before!"

"Don't worry, sweetie," she said. "It was only a matter of time. This just means you're becoming a girl. Soon you won't need that little cock at all."

I gasped and tried to find my voice. "What?? What are you doing to me?"

"Now look on the bright side, little sissy," she said, patting me on the shoulder. "Soon you might not have to shave your arms and legs any more."

All day in school, that was all I could think about. That estrogen pill they were making me take every morning. I kept looking at my forearms, wondering if my hair was getting thinner.

That night, after I had done my chores, I was trying to concentrate on my history homework. I knelt over the textbook, handcuffed and ballgagged. My sister had been merciful, and wasn't making me wear the butt plug. As I struggled to turn a page, the light went out. My head spun around, and the bell on my gag tinkled as a dark shape stood in the doorway.

I tried to babble into my gag, but someone got behind me in an instant. I was ready to panic, but it was a gentle pair of hands that lifted me by my armpits. Once on my feet, I was turned around. In the darkness I was face to face with Arcadia.

"We've been apart for too long," she whispered. "I've missed you."

I moaned into the gag. She was even more beautiful in the dim light, her soft hair brushing against my face. But she could be as crazy as she was pretty.

"I heard about your little accident this morning," she said.

Now I groaned into the gag. Did everyone have to know I was impotent?

"I'm sure it was all a mistake," she purred as she stroked my face. "I mean, how could a big, strong boy like you have a limp dick?"

Uh oh. She was teasing me, and that wasn't a good sign. "Please take my gag out," I tried to say.

"So I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. You think I'm beautiful, don't you?"

I nodded my head vigorously, which I figured had to be the only acceptable answer, but even so, it was true.

"Then let's find out if that pill you take every morning has made you into a girl yet."

Suddenly she reached into my crotch and pulled my panties down. I stared down at my panties, and then at the beautiful girl. But her grin gave away nothing, and she proceeded to strip me. She turned me around and around, removing one garment at a time, leaving me wearing my heels and stockings. And my ballgag.

Now just one more detail," she said, and buckled a collar around my neck. She tied my handcuffs to a ring at the back of the collar, forcing me to keep my elbows up in the air. Finally satisfied with her handiwork, she pulled me close, and planted a kiss on my lips and gag.

Even in the darkness, I could see the glint in her brown eyes. "You will be gentle with me, won't you?" she asked.

"My gag," I slurred. "Take my gag out!"

But if she understood me, she ignored me. One by one, she tossed her clothes on the floor, and finally tossed herself on my bed. Still handcuffed and gagged, I swayed on my heels and watched.

"Come on, stud," she said, and patted the bed next to her. "What are you waiting for?"

How was I supposed to perform, all trussed up like this? And the last time I got in bed with her, I ended up with bite marks for a week. But she looked so beautiful, her dark hair splayed all around her on the white pillow, her breasts erect, and her legs spread for me.

I wobbled over to the bed as fast as I could, and hopped up on it. She pulled me on to her, and held me against her soft but firm body. Face to face, I stared into her eyes. I wanted her so badly; I would dress like a sissy every day for a girl like this.

And nothing happened. I couldn't even get hard. She even tried to give me a hand job, and it didn't help.

She got up and turned on the light. "You are hopeless!" she hissed at me. Then she pointed at the looseleaf pages framed on my wall.

I looked up at the pages Kathy had made me write.

"You're a sissy, and you like to dress up as a girl. You're such a wimp that even girls can beat you up. You're a faggot and you love to suck cocks!" she said. "I thought maybe we could still have some fun."

"Will…you…please…take…my…gag…out?" I said as slowly and clearly as I could.

At last she understood, and unbuckled my gag.

"Maybe if you untied me-" I started to say.

But she gently placed her hand over my mouth. "Shhh," she whispered. "I didn't take the gag out so you could talk. That's not how I want you to use your tongue."

She turned me over and placed me flat on my back. Then she squatted over my face.

"Since your cock doesn't work any more, you're going to eat me," she said.

"But-"

She sank onto me, her crotch over my mouth, her lips against mine. There was nowhere for me to go. I poked my tongue out, and licked up and down. She covered my face, and her tangy smell and taste overpowered me. She was already wet, and all I could do was keep licking.

* * * * *

The next day, Kathy made me tell her all about how Arcadia made me eat her.

"That's good practice for this weekend," she said.

"I don't understand, Mistress Katherine" I said.

"Have you forgotten our arrangement with Stacy and Tracy?" This is the weekend you'll spend with them."

"Already? But…but-"

"Now look, you've got two choices. You can go over there and pretend you like dressing up as a girl. That you like being a slut. That you love sucking cock, and being whipped and beaten in that video they saw."

"And the other choice?"

She stood face to face with me, rested her hands on my shoulders, and looked down at me. "Or you can tell the truth. Be yourself. Tell them that you're a helpless little coward at the mercy of your sister. That I can whip your ass whenever I want, and there's nothing you can do about it. That I made you suck my boyfriend's cock. That I'm making you dress up and act like a girl at school every day, and a maid every night," she said. "And I'm sure they'll have a lot of respect for you then."

I swallowed. Those girls were even meaner than my sister. I'd have to pretend I liked being beaten and tormented all weekend. "But the way they taunted me…they know I was humiliated."

"Then I suggest you tell the twins you were just a little uncomfortable around strangers. You're always nervous when new people find out you're a sissy slut. And that birthday in the video turned out to be the best party you ever had. But it's your decision. So enjoy the day at school, sissy!"

CHAPTER 5
THE TERRIBLE TWINS

The day didn't last long enough for me. The next morning I was on my way to see Stacy and Tracy. I wore a plum sweater, white skirt, and boots, and carried an oversized handbag filled with my favorite toys. I looked like a proper young schoolgirl, but the stuff in my bag would make a hooker blanch. And I had to pretend I liked using these toys.

The twins were dressed in matching outfits, white T-shirts and blue jeans. As soon as I arrived at their house, they dragged me inside. Each of them took an arm, and they marched me downstairs to their basement. At least their basement didn't look like mine. A carpeted floor, cushy sofa, and a big screen TV. Not a single bondage device hanging from screw eyes set in the walls or ceiling. Unfortunately I had brought my own, as they would soon find out.

"What do you have in the bag, sissy?" Stacy asked. "Did you bring us some presents?"

"Uh, my sister said you can play with this stuff, but I have to bring it all home Sunday night."

Stacy grabbed the bag, and started rummaging through it. She pulled out a riding crop, and showed it to Tracy.

"And what do you do with that?" Tracy asked me.

"I…uh…I like the feel of it on my butt," I said, swallowing. "It really turns me on."

"And this?" Stacy said, holding up a wooden paddle.

"Same thing," I said. "It's for spankings."

"Those might come in handy," she said. "That way we can both hit you at the same time. Won't that turn you on even more, sissy boy?"

I nodded and swallowed again.

"So you really like getting beat up by girls, like that whipping you got on your birthday?" Tracy asked, licking her lips.

It was getting awfully warm in my sweater, and I tried to grin. Finally I just nodded again.

"Good, because we won't disappoint you," Tracy said. "Some guys really get turned on by twins. I mean real guys, not sissies like you."

"Yeah, do you like girls at all?" Stacy asked. "Or are you just into sucking cocks, and getting your ass fucked?"

I…I like girls too," I stammered. "But I've been having a little problem lately…"

"Well, don't you worry, little sissy. Whatever problems you've had are nothing compared to what we're going to do to you. Now get undressed!"

I pulled off my sweater, and reached around my back to get at the buttons on my blouse.

"What's all this stuff?" Tracy asked, holding up my leather cuffs.

"I like to sleep in those," I explained. All I needed was for these two geniuses to tie me up all day long. "So I can be tied up for hours without cutting off my circulation." I wondered what they would think when they found my gags and butt plug.

Then Stacy shook her head. "To look at you, no one would ever know you're such a perverted slut. You look like a little nerd."

I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult, so I just kept undressing. Soon the girls had me in just my panties, and the two of them turned me around and around, shoving me this way and that.

Finally Stacy pulled my panties down to my ankles. "Now step out of them and we can give you that beating you wanted!" she ordered me.

As I did so, Tracy pulled my hands behind me and I felt cold steel snap around my wrist. She had found my handcuffs too. A moment later, my wrists were locked together.

"You… you found the key too, didn't you?" I asked.

As I turned to look at Tracy, she caught me flush across my cheek with the palm of her hand. My hair went flying, and my cheek stung from her slap as I blinked back the tears. "Oooh!" I gasped.

Tracy spun me around, and pulled me close to her. "What's the matter, sissy?" she snarled. "Didn't you like that?"

I coughed and choked. These two girls had me helpless in their basement, and they could do whatever they wanted to me. "It…it just stung a little. I wasn't expecting it."

"Poor baby," Tracy said. "Did I hit you too hard? Maybe we should hit you somewhere else?"

I didn't know what to do. "Please…anywhere you want," I mumbled.

"Tracy, wait," Stacy said. "We've got all weekend to beat on the little slut. And the wrestling's going to be on in a minute."

Tracy thought for a moment, and then shoved me forward. Naked and stumbling, I was dragged over toward their television, and then they forced my face down on the floor.

"Which gag do you want?" Stacy asked. She held a ball gag in one hand, and a penis gag in the other.

I gulped. I didn't want that ball stretching my mouth for the next hour. "The pink one," I said.

"It figures," Stacy said. "You love having any kind of cock in your mouth, even a fake one, right?"

"Uh huh," was all I could say as she shoved the penis gag in my mouth.

It didn't take long for her to figure out how to buckle it in place. Then both of the girls sat on me, rocking back and forth and pressing me into the floor until they got comfortable. Finally Stacy turned my face toward the TV. "You can watch the show, too," she said.

"Maybe we can use some wrestling moves on you later," Tracy said.

For an hour I lay there trying to watch professional wrestling as the twins squealed with delight every time one big lug threw another one across the ring. After a while, it became painfully clear that these girls weren't dainty little things like me. They got heavier and heavier as the show went on, squashing me flat against the carpet.

Finally it was over, and they dragged me to my feet. No sooner had I taken a deep breath, than one of the girls shouted, "Tag team! I go first!"

Still gagged, I could only look quizzically from one girl to the other. And as one backed away, the other one grabbed me. Then she got behind me, and threw me across the room. I stumbled, and my knees burned as I slid across the carpet until I hit the sofa. I craned my neck to look up, and I saw the two girls slap palms. Then the other twin moved in on me. My eyes widened. This was their idea of tag team wrestling. Two of them against me, and with me naked, gagged, and in handcuffs. The girl twisted two handfuls of my hair, and helped me to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me scream into the gag, but she just laughed at me. "If you like getting beat up by girls, you're going to love this!"

She jumped on the sofa and threw me across her knees. My face in her lap, I moaned into the gag as she pulled my legs up onto the sofa. Then a sharp pain in my butt made me shudder. Face down, I tried to look up, but my hair fell across my eyes. Finally I shook my hair enough to see the other twin standing over me with a riding crop. As I tried to say something, I felt a pain in my other cheek.

Then the girl holding me said, "you haven't forgotten about the paddle, have you?" Then she added, "Tracy, hit him again."

And then the riding crop landed again. My butt burned, and tears came to my eyes. I squirmed and wriggled, but Stacy held me in place. Then as I twisted and turned, she grabbed hold of my flaccid penis.

"There it is," she said. "It took long enough to find this pathetic little thing. Now stop struggling and take your beating! That IS why you came here, isn't it?"

"Turn the little sissy over," Tracy said. "Let me use the riding crop on his cock!"

"Is that what you want?" Stacy asked.

I whimpered and shook my head. Like a beaten animal in the jungle, I could only lie quietly, as a sign of submission, and accept my beating."

They turned me over face down again, and they started in on me. The blows made me buck and squirm. My butt and upper thighs were on fire as I moaned and screamed into the gag. Tears blinded me, and I felt drool dribbling down my chin as I clawed at the air, and strained against my handcuffs.

Finally it was over, and Stacy shoved me off the sofa. I landed on the carpet and lay there on my side, sobbing and crying into the penis gag.

"It's lunch time, and I sure worked up an appetite," she said.

As I lay on the floor, the girls started tying lengths of rope around my ankles and legs. It took forever for them to tie me up. All I wanted was for them to leave me alone, and they kept turning me over to add ropes here and there. Each time my sore butt grazed the floor, fresh tears spilled down my face. And with all my sniffling, my nose was running, and there was nothing I could do about it. At last these amateurs decided I was sufficiently tied up to prevent my escape, and had me face down on the floor.

"No lunch for you, sissy," Stacy said, "since you've already got that cock to suck on. You don't mind, do you?"

I just sniffled and shook my head.

She grabbed a handful of hair, and lifted my head. "You are one pathetic little mess, aren't you?" she asked.

All I could do was squeal into the gag, and she let me drop back to the floor.

"We're going out to lunch now. I don't know if those ropes are too loose or not, but you better not move from this spot," Stacy said, waving her index finger at me. "Because if you aren't right here when we get back, we are going to mess up that pretty little face of yours! Do you understand me?"

I quickly nodded my head. Anything to get rid of these two bitches.

They left me face down on the floor with my wrists cuffed behind me, but there was some slack in all the rope they used on my legs. I could probably get out of them, but then what would I do? I couldn't just walk home like this, handcuffed and naked, with a penis gag in my mouth. I let out a sigh through my gag. I was here for the weekend.

Hours must have passed before I heard the twins come in again. Moments later they stood over me.

"Are you hungry, faggot?" one of them asked.

I nodded my head. I was more than hungry.

"Then you're in luck," she continued. "We brought you something to eat. Sort of."

Both girls giggled, and I looked up in confusion. One of the girls made me kneel in front of her, and unbuckled my gag. Then I was shocked to see her sister pull down her pants, step out of her panties, and then stand over me.

"It's time for you to eat," she said, shoving her bush in my face.

I couldn't believe this was happening, but there was nowhere for me to go. I poked my tongue out, and lapped at her lips. But after a few seconds, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"I…I was trying to lick you," I gasped.

"You're pathetic!" she shouted. "Don't you know anything about eating a girl?"

But then her sister spoke up. "Stacy, the little fag's into boys, remember? He must spend all of his time sucking cocks."

"Oh, is that right?" Stacy asked me. "Is that why you like having that penis gag in your mouth?"

"I…uh…I don't see many girls," I said.

"Then I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy," she said, pulling my face between her legs again. "You will now lick me using all the letters of the alphabet. All capital letters."

I thought she had to be kidding. "Capitals?" I asked. "But I-"

"Now what?" she asked in exasperation. "You know the alphabet, don't you? You know how to make capital letters? Start with A, and go all the way to Z. And if I haven't come yet, then start over with A again. This isn't rocket science, is it?"

Mine was not to reason why. I plunged in. I expected her to taste like Arcadia, but she didn't. She had more of a bitter taste, almost metallic. I concentrated on trying to form each letter, as well as I could under the circumstances. She was already moist, and started moaning by the middle of the alphabet. Maybe there was something special about the letter W, as she shouted 'Yes!" and fluid spilled onto my chin and down my neck.

"My turn," Tracy said.

She was already naked from the waist down. And wet. It looked like she had already gotten turned on by watching me eat her sister.

"Most people think Stacy and I are identical twins, but we're not," she said. "The difference is that I liked to be licked with all small letters, not capitals."

I sighed. If that was the only way to tell them apart, I didn't want to know which was which that badly. She tasted even worse than her sister; it was almost like licking metal coins. I barely made it halfway through the alphabet when she came on my face.

"Now could I please have something else to eat?" I asked.

"Why don't you tell us about yourself first, faggot?" Stacy said. "Then we'll decide whether or not we want to feed you."

"Uh, what do you want to know?"

"For instance, when did you decide to become a sissy?"

Now what was I supposed to tell them? "Oh, it was, uh, let me see…"

Stacy grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. "Don't think about it! Don't make up a story! Just tell us the truth!" she snarled. "We're going to call your sister later anyway to find out!"

I swallowed hard. Now what was I going to do? I had to tell the truth, but I had to pretend that I liked being a slave girl, too. "This summer!" I said. "I spent the whole summer dressing up as a girl. As a maid."

"A maid? All summer?" Tracy asked.

"Yes, I'm very good at dusting and cleaning and doing the laundry. If you untie me, I'll be happy to vacuum or clean your house."

"What's the matter with our house?" Stacy asked, twisting a handful of my hair until I winced. "It's not clean enough for you?"

"Ow!" I said, "I just meant I would be happy to be your slave. To serve you any way you want."

"Then tell me why you like to dress like a girl," she asked, letting go of my hair.

"Be…because I'm small for my age. Smaller than the other boys. So I always got beat up by the other boys. But when I dress like a girl, the other kids leave me alone."

"Oh, really. But I thought you like getting beat up. Didn't you say that turns you on?"

"Yes, but just by girls. Like my sister or my brother's girlfriend, or even Arcadia. They know how to do it without really hurting me or leaving marks."
"Sounds to me like you're a real sissy."

"I…I'm just not strong enough to fight my own battles. I need my sister to protect me, and in return I'm happy to be her slave at home."

"Uh huh," Tracy said. "And that video of your birthday party? Were you having a good time sucking all those cocks too?"

"Well, it was embarrassing at first to be tied up and naked in front of all those people," I explained. "But I made a lot of new friends that day, too."

"You little slut," she snarled at me. "You really like being tied up like that all the time? And having a cock rammed down your throat?"

I straightened my back and looked up at her with all the pride I could muster. "I have more fun in a week than most people have in a year. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, not at all," she said slowly. "Tracy, open the garage door."

"Could I please have something to eat now?"

"We'll see," she said. Then she pulled me up to my feet and pointed me at Stacy and the open garage door.

With my legs bound, I could only take baby steps, and I tottered over toward the door. By the time Stacy helped me into the garage, Tracy had returned, carrying something.

The garage was at basement level, and the concrete floor was cold against my bare feet. "I hope you don't mind this accommodation, but the garage isn't insulated. It may get a little drafty in here."

Stacy gently laid me face down on the concrete, and pulled my ankles up to my wrists.

"What…why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"We're going out for the afternoon and dinner," she said, opening what Tracy had brought, it turned out to be a jar of honey. "And we didn't want you to get lonely."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Tracy turned me on my side, and said, "We've had problems with bugs in the garage."

Then Stacy started brushing my genitals with honey!

"What?" I shouted. "What are you doing down there?"

"Yeah, this place gets infested with ants," Stacy said, as she slathered honey all over my cock and balls. "But it will give you something to do while we're gone!"

"No, wait-"

Then Tracy shoved the penis gag deep into my mouth and buckled it tight. I strained against the ropes in vain, and finally gazed up at the girls, my eyes pleading.

But that only made things worse. "Aw, look," Stacy said. "I think the little sissy is going to start crying!"

"You know, since we're going out to try and meet some boys, maybe we can find an extra one for him, too!"

"Yeah, without Mom and Dad here, we can bring the guys home, and they can all have some fun with the little slut!" Then she turned me face down and tested the ropes of my hogtie. "All right, sissy boy isn't going anywhere. Let's go find some boys!"

I strained and squealed into the gag, but all I heard was their laughter until they slammed the door shut behind them.

At least they left the light on. And maybe I could squirm around enough to crush any ant that got too close to me. It seemed like I spent hours lying on the concrete, watching for ants. Then I would switch to another position, lying on my side. Bound, gagged, and naked, I shivered on the cold floor all afternoon.

* * * * *

I still hadn't seen any ants, when finally the door opened, and I saw one of the twins. Stacy, I think. I'd have to lick her to make sure.

"How are you, sissy slut?" she asked.

"Please untie me," I mumbled into the gag.

She cupped her hand around her ear. "Speak up, sissy! I can't hear you!"

"I'm…cold! Please..let…me…go!" I said as clearly as I could.

At last she removed my gag.

"Did you bring anyone else home?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

My chin sank to my chest. My butt still hurt, I ached from the cold, and my stomach was growling. And now I would be molested or abused again.

"Still hungry?" she asked.

I nodded my head feebly.

She scooped some honey from my penis, and held it up to my lips.

I didn't care where the honey came from, and I didn't have enough pride to decline the invitation. I licked her fingers. Stuck in the honey was probably the only pubic hair I had, but I didn't care. I licked it up. After cleaning me up as best she could, she untied my legs and marched me inside.

It felt good to be in the warm house again, but I dreaded the evening ahead. She made me go upstairs to the bathroom, where her sister was waiting. I still hadn't seen anyone else, and the girls made me stand in the shower, where they rinsed off the rest of the honey. After drying me with a towel, they dragged me to a bedroom, and shoved me face down on the carpet.

"Did you bring some boys home?" I asked, my eyes downcast, expecting to see other kids jumping out of a closet.

"No way," Stacy said. "Do you think we want to share you with someone else?"

"But you said you brought someone home."

"I did. My sister, of course. We would have brought a boy home for you, but we don't know any fags," she said. "You aren't disappointed, are you?"

I shook my head in relief.

"Then it's time for bed," Tracy said. She had my leather wrist and ankle cuffs. And my butt plug, which she held up. "Your sister said to make sure you use this. What is it? Another gag?"

I gasped. No matter how many times I washed that plug, I didn't want it in my mouth. "No, it doesn't go in my mouth."

"Then what do you do with it?" she asked.

"It, uh, it goes somewhere else," I said.

It didn't take the girls long to figure out that I only had one more hole. And they both got there at the same time. They looked at each other, and simultaneously made the same, "Eeeeww" sound.

"I'm not putting it in there," Stacy said, her arms folded across her chest.

"Neither am I," Tracy said, shaking her head.

"I can do it," I said, groaning, "But I'll need the lubricant from my bag."

They finally took my handcuffs off, and gave me the tube of lubricant. I squatted, and lubricated my ass. Then the girls watched with a combination of fascination and horror as I inserted the plug. I grimaced and moaned until I finally got it all the way in.

"Does that make you feel like a girl?" Tracy asked. "Does it make you feel like you're being fucked all night?"

"Something like that. I have another one that vibrates," I said, and saw their eyes light up.

"I'll bet it comes in handy when your boyfriend's not around," Stacy said.

I nodded. My boyfriend, I thought. Right now, getting bonked my Jeremy seemed awful good compared to a weekend with these two monsters.

"May I please go to bed now?" I asked.

"Yeah, you better rest up," Stacy said. "You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

And they tied the leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles.

"Please tie me face down," I begged. "After a good spanking I need to be tied face down."

Both girls giggled, and one of them patted my butt hard enough to make me grimace. But they tied me face down.

* * * * *

Then next morning, the twins dragged me out of bed and gave me some time to make myself beautiful. My butt still hurt, and as I brushed my hair, all I could think of was my empty stomach. One of the twins marched me into the kitchen, where the other one was waiting. My hands cuffed behind me, and clad only in my nightgown, I felt a chill from the floor in my bare feet. Looking down, I saw a bowl of corn flakes on the floor.

"We called your sister this morning," a twin said. "She told us you liked your cereal dry."

"And that you're too pathetic to moisten it yourself any more," the other one said.

I winced. Of course Kathy would tell them everything.

"And she reminded us to make you take your estrogen pill," she went on, holding up a small amber bottle. "What does this do?"

Then the other one said, "I think it's to help him grow breasts. So he can look more like a real girl."

Her face lit up. "Is that right? Since you're impotent anyway, you're going to grow a pair of boobs!"

"It makes sense, Stacy," Tracy said. "He can't get it up anyway, so what's the point of being a guy?"

"Right you are," she said, and brought me a glass of water, holding it up to my lips. "Now take your pill like a good little sissy," she taunted me. "So you can grow up to be a pretty girl."

I swallowed the pill and gulped the water, grateful to have anything in my stomach. As soon as I did so, Tracy shoved me to my knees. A moment later, she shoved my face into the bowl of corn flakes.

"Eat up, faggot! You're going to need your strength today!"

Bound as I was, I gobbled the cereal as fast as I could. Then the twins, who had waited impatiently for me to finish, pulled me to my feet and escorted me to the basement.

As I stood helplessly in just my nightgown and handcuffs, Stacy waved a riding crop at me.

"Please," I begged. "My butt still hurts from yesterday-"

"Don't worry," Stacy said, squeezing my mouth shut with her hand. "It's not your butt that's going to get a workout today.

I shuddered as this girl stared me down, my cheeks locked between her thumb and fingers. Suddenly, she let go and Tracy forced a ball gag against my lips. As soon as I took it in my mouth, she lifted my hair, and buckled it in place.

"Now then, Alicia," Stacy said. "I think you're overdressed."

I stared at her in confusion. I was hardly wearing anything.

Then in a single motion, she grabbed my nightie and yanked it up over my head. I barely saw it go flying by, and then felt it dangling from my handcuffs behind me. Now I was completely naked, bound, and gagged. And Stacy stood nose to nose with me, a smirk on her face.

"Let's see what we can do with this," she said, tracing the riding crop down my chest to my navel.

I tried to turn away, but Tracy held me fast, and made me face her sister.

"Now what do we have here?" she asked, and grabbed my cock!

I whimpered into my gag, and shook my head as hard as I could.

"Stand still!" she ordered me, and dug her fingernails into the head of my penis.

The sharp pain shot through me, and I screamed into the gag.

"Stop acting like a baby, or I can make this a lot worse for you!" she said, glaring at me. "Now I'm going to whip your cock, and there's not a thing you can do about it! Do you understand me?"

I tried to shake my head again, and found the riding crop pressed against my windpipe.

"You don't understand?" she asked.

I could hardly breathe now, and turned my head away just enough that I could nod in agreement.

"That's a good girl," Stacy said.

"Besides, your cock doesn't work any more," Tracy added. "So you won't even miss it."

"Damn, this thing is so small, I'm not even sure if I can hit it," Stacy said.

"So? If you miss, just try again," Tracy said, tightening her grip on my arms. "This little faggot isn't going anywhere."

I gasped as Stacy grabbed my penis and stretched it out. Then she didn't miss. The pain made me scream into my gag as my knees buckled. Tracy had to hold me upright until I got some strength back in my legs.

"Did that hurt?" Stacy asked, her face deadpan.

I nodded, feeling tears trickling down my face.

And then she hit me over and over, working on my penis and my balls until I was crying like a baby. Finally the two girls let me collapse on the floor, where I lay sobbing at their feet.

When my cries died down to only sniffles, the girls took the gag out of my mouth, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me up to my knees.

"So tell me, faggot," Stacy said. "When you're in bed with one of your boyfriends, are you the girl or the boy? Or do you take turns?"

"I…I'm the girl," I sniffled.

"Always? Every single time?"

"Always," I said, nodding.

"Then what is the problem?" she asked. "A girl doesn't need a cock, and it's not like you could satisfy anyone with that little pea-shooter of yours."

By now I had had enough of them. "You two girls are real brave, beating me when I'm all tied up and helpless!"

The twins glanced at each other, both with looks of amusement on their faces.

Stacy stepped away, and then came back with the key to my handcuffs, and unlocked them.

"I'll tell you what, sissy boy," she said, pulling me up to my feet, and tossing my nightgown aside. "Tracy will just watch, and you and I will fight it out."

I rubbed my wrists, and tried to cover my groin. "Uh, no, I didn't mean I wanted to fight-"

"Come on, little sissy," Stacy said. "It will be a fair fight, just you and me. And now we'll see how brave you are!"

"No, no, please-" I said.

She shoved my chest with both hands, and I nearly fell over backwards. "Let's go, faggot!" she said. "Take your best shot!"

I tried to back away. The last thing I wanted was to try to hit her, and give her an excuse to kill me. "I didn't mean that-"

Then I backed into a wall, and she punched me in the stomach, making me double over. Then another punch to my stomach, and I dropped to my knees, with both my stomach and my knees aching.

"You don't look too tough, little sissy," she said.

As I tried to catch my breath, the next thing I knew, Stacy had gotten around and knelt behind me, her arms locked around my neck and throat. Her grip was so strong that I couldn't pry her arms loose, and I started to feel light-headed.

"This is a sleeper hold," Stacy said. "Do you know what that means?"

My head was spinning, and I heard Tracy answer, "it means it's time for this little sissy to go to sleep!"

My strength drained away, and then everything went black.

* * * * *

Some time later I woke up. I tried to stretch out, but I couldn't move. I was lying on the concrete floor of the garage in my nightgown, and I was hogtied with ropes.

"Sleeping Beauty finally woke up," said one of the twins.

"And just when I was starting to think the little bastard might be dead," the other one said.

I looked around to see the two twins standing over me. I tried to speak, but I had a cloth gag in my mouth, so I just groaned instead.

Just then I heard a car drive up.

"Right on time," one of the girls said.

They opened the garage door, and Kathy and Donna walked in.

"We packaged him for shipping," a twin said.

"Alicia is still alive?" Kathy asked.

"More or less," the girl answered. "We've had enough fun this weekend, so now the sissy's your problem again."

Donna untied my ankles from my wrists, threw me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and walked outside, where her van was parked in the driveway. Soon Kathy tossed my bag of toys in the back of the van with me and we drove off. I lay in the back of the van, still bound and gagged by myself for the trip home. When we got home, I complained that I was hungry, and they let me eat a can of tuna out of a bowl on the kitchen floor, and then let me go straight to bed. And so ended my weekend with the terrible twins.

CHAPTER 6
THE ANNOUNCEMENT

Ron had called Kathy and me into the living room. Kathy had already walked in there to find him sitting on the sofa, while I hobbled after her in my chains.

"Kids, I have great news," he said. "Sandra and I are getting married!"

"Ron, that's wonderful!" Kathy said, and rushed to him.

I stood there dumbfounded, my jaw slack and my eyes blinking in disbelief, as he got up and Kathy hugged him.

"We'll be getting married after New Year's Day. And she's going to be moving in with us, so she'll be here all the time!" he said.

"Oh, that's even better! I gotta tell Arcadia about this!"

I couldn't believe this. Sandra living here with us?? "Ron, how can you do this?" I asked.

Kathy was on her way out of the room, and shot a dirty look at me.

"Excuse me," he said.

"She hates me!"

"Alicia, everyone hates you," he said. "Why should Sandra be any different?"

"But she treats me like a slave. She ties me up, she beats me-"

"She's never hurt you enough for a Band-Aid, so get over it!"

"And what about all the sexual abuse she's put me through? How many blowjobs has she made me give??"

"Look, faggot," he said. "No one can make you give a blowjob. If someone sticks his cock in your mouth, you bite it and I guarantee he won't do it again!"

"If I ever did that, they would beat the crap out of me!"

"Most people would take the beating, it's only sissies like you that would rather suck cock! If that's a problem, then you need to toughen up and get over yourself!"

"But-" I started.

"Get the Hell away from me NOW, or I will tell Kathy you need to learn some manners! Then you can deal with her!"

I backed away, still steaming, but I didn't want to have to deal with my sister.

That afternoon, I was doing my housekeeping chores, vacuuming the living room rug, when the vacuum cleaner suddenly died. I looked over to see my sister holding the end of the power cord, unplugged from the wall.

"Put the vacuum cleaner away, and bring a waste basket," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and dragged it to the closet.

When I returned with a waste basket, I found my sister sitting on the sofa with a bowl of peanuts, and there were shells scattered all over the floor.

"You need to pick those up," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and bent down to pick up shells with my bound hands.

Kathy continued to crack open peanut shells and toss them on the floor. "You should be very happy for Ron and Sandra, and instead you're being a very selfish little sissy," she said.

Oh God, I wondered. How much trouble was I in now? "Yes, Mistress Katherine," seemed like the safest thing to say.

She threw another shell on the floor in front of her, and pointed at it. "You missed one here."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and bent over to pick it up.

By then she had stood up, and planted her foot in my butt, and sent me sprawling. I landed face first on the carpet, and let out a groan.

"Knock, knock" called a voice at the open door.

I looked up. It was Arcadia, dressed all in white.

"Come on in," Kathy said. The little sissy is all yours."

"You'll need to take the chains off," she said. "And the shoes."

Kathy started to unlock my chains, and then pulled my shoes off. Now Arcadia was standing over me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm training for a belt test, and I need your help," she said.

"What is a belt test, and how can I help you?" I asked. At first I thought she was wearing some kind of track suit or sweatsuit, but up close I saw she had a white belt wrapped around her waist.

"Arcadia joined a martial arts school, and she is training for a promotion to the next rank, a different colored belt," Kathy said. "And you're going to do whatever she wants!"

"Of course," I said to Arcadia, "What do you want me to do?"

"I need to practice some jujitsu techniques for the test."

"Jujitsu?" I asked, "what is that?"

"It's Japanese wrestling," she said. "Wouldn't you like to wrestle with me?"

"Uh, sure, I think-" I said.

"Good, then let's go outside," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the door."

Uh oh. I hated being out in my maid's uniform. "But why do we have to go outside?"

"We need to do this on the grass. So it will be much softer when you hit the ground. And you're going to be doing a lot of that!"

Kathy grabbed her phone and hurried after us. "I need to take pictures of this," she said.

Once we were outside, Arcadia and I stood side by side on the lawn, her in a white uniform and me in a black one. She was dressed for fighting, and I was dressed for serving.

"You need to copy what I do," Arcadia said. "Bend your knees and lower your butt like you're going to sit in a chair. Then you let yourself fall backwards, so you land on your rear end, instead of on your head."

I watched as she landed on her butt, and then bounced up to her feet again.

"See?" she said, "now you try it."

I copied her as best I could, and sure enough, my butt landed in the grass. No blood, no broken bones. "I think I got it," I said.

"All right then, let's try it out then," she said.

I got up to face her. "Do you just want me to do it again, or-"

Suddenly she shoved both of her hands into my chest, sending my flying backwards, my head hitting the turf hard.

"Oooh," I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut, and holding my head.

When my head cleared, I looked up to see Arcadia standing over me, her hands on her hips. "Alicia, did you hear a word I said? I told you to lower your butt first so you wouldn't land on your head!"

"But I didn't know you were going to shove me so hard," I pleaded.

Now Kathy stood over me. "Stop whining and get up, sissy boy!" she said. "Because I if were doing this, you would be landing on the pavement!"

I dragged myself up on my feet again, and Arcadia asked me, "so do you know how to fall, or do we have to work on that some more?"

"I got it," I said, "we don't need to practice that again."

"Good," she said, "so now we can try the shoulder throw. I have to master this technique for the yellow belt test."

I wondered how you could throw something with a shoulder. "What is that?" I asked.

She stood in front of me, then turned her back to me, and pulled my right arm out over her shoulder. "Ready?" she asked.

"I think so," I said, but all I could guess was that this would somehow involve me falling down again.

Then she squatted, shoved her hips into me, pulled my arm out, loading me up on her back, and the next thing I knew, I was flying.

"Aaaah!" I screamed, as I went upside down, and then came crashing down on my back, rear end, and feet.

"OK, I think I've got that one down," she said.

"Oh, thank God," I said as Kathy snapped pictures of me.

"But my instructors always say that whatever you can do on one side, you should be able to do on the other. Then she pulled me up to my feet and said, "now I have try it with my left hand."

"This is that same shoulder throw again?" I asked as she positioned herself in front of me again.

"Right," she said, as she picked me up again, and launched me.

But this time I felt my bones rattle as I came crashing so hard that I bounced off the grass. I needed a moment to make sure all of my arms and legs were still connected.

"Oh, dear," she said. "That wasn't so good, was it?"

"It looked great to me," Kathy said.

"No, I have to do it again," Arcadia said, hauling me up off the turf. "But I think I know what I did wrong. I didn't get my hips into you enough."

"But I thought it was good," I protested. "You don't have to do that again if-"

Too late. She picked me up and threw me again, but she had corrected whatever her mistake was, and the landing wasn't so hard.

"I think that's enough shoulder throws," she said.

"I agree," I said, lying flat on my back, looking up at the blue sky.

But then she went to practice leg sweeps, which basically left bruises on my ankles whenever she kicked my legs out from under me.

After about a half hour of this, I said, "I thought this martial art was about wrestling?"

"Oh, did you want to wrestle with me?" Arcadia said, her mouth curling into a smile.

"I want to see this," Kathy said.

"Uh, I just thought you said that's what jujitsu was all about."

She didn't answer, not in words, anyway. She grabbed an arm, swept one of my legs out from under me, landing me on my back. Then she flipped me over on my stomach, and pulled my other arm behind me. She hooked both of my elbows behind me, and pressed both of her palms down onto my back. "Is this better?" she asked.

I turned my head to the side, my face pressed against the grass. "What am I supposed to do now?" I asked.

"You have to get out of this."

But it was hopeless. She had me completely immobilized. "How can I do that? You've got all of your weight on me!"

"Alicia, are you saying I'm fat?" she asked. Then she pressed her palms into my back, doubling the pain in my shoulders.

"Ow!" I shouted. "That hurts!"

She relaxed for a moment. "First of all, you need to learn not to scream like a baby! Now grit your teeth, and take the pain!"

"Maybe Alicia wants to make enough noise to attract the neighbors." Kathy said. "If she screams loud enough, maybe they'll come over to take a look."

I groaned and she tightened her grip on me again. The last thing I wanted was for the neighbors to see me dressed up like a maid and getting beat up by a girl.

"You're wasting your time with that wimp, Arcadia," Kathy said. "It's not like you're going to get that little sissy to toughen up."

Then the pain in my shoulders sharpened again. "Ow! Please let me go!" I begged.

Arcadia finally released me, and climbed off me. She helped me up to my knees, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. "I think that was a good first session," she said.

"FIRST session," I asked, rubbing one of my shoulders.

"Oh yes," she said. "I have to learn a lot more techniques for my test. You don't mind working with me on this, do you?"

I quickly figured that although I was already beat up enough today, another one of these sessions would just be a problem for another day. "No, Mistress Arcadia," I said. "I'll be happy to work with you on this again."

"I thought you might," she said, and gave me a hug. "See you soon."

She got up and left, and Kathy ordered me back inside to go back to my housework.

* * * * *

The next day, instead of chaining me up in my maid's uniform, Kathy ordered me to lie face down on the living room floor, and proceeded to hogtie me. The ropes weren't too tight, and things didn't seem too bad until she shoved a ballgag in my mouth. This wasn't a normal gag that fit behind my teeth; it was a huge ball that forced my mouth open.

"Now stay there," she ordered me. "Sandra will be coming over soon, and I'm sure she will want to have a word with you."

I just groaned into the gag. It's not like I was going anywhere in these ropes. And so I waited, my poor mouth aching from the gag, and now it was making me drool on myself because I couldn't close my mouth at all.

Finally Sandra showed up. "Alicia," she said brightly, "how nice to see you again!"

I tried to look up at her, and just moaned into the gag.

"Is this Kathy's handiwork?" she asked, tugging at the ropes tying my ankles to my wrists. "Not bad, but there is still room for improvement."

Improvement, I wondered? Was that going to be good or bad for me?

Then I felt another rope wrapping around my arms, and my shoulders began to ache as the rope tightened around my elbows. Finally she cinched off the rope, and stood over me.

"That's better," she said. "But I think we need to work on your flexibility. Soon I think we will be able to make your elbows touch."

I just groaned and whimpered into my gag. What was this horrible woman going to do to me next?

"Now I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot, since we're going to be sisters. But perhaps it was all a misunderstanding. It would really mean a lot to me if you were to tell me that you are delighted to have me join your family."

I tried to speak, but then I gave up and just nodded my head. What did she expect me to do? She knew very well that I couldn't say anything with this big ball in my mouth."

Then she started stroking my hair, and asked, "would you like me to take your gag off?"

I nodded again, this time much more vigorously.

She undid the gag, and I finally got that awful thing out of my mouth. As I tried to work my jaw open and shut, she flipped me over on my back, and knelt over me. "Now did you have something to say to me?"

"Mistress Sandra, I would be delighted to have you join my family. I was rude to Ron when I first heard about it, but I'm very sorry about that. Please forgive me!" I begged.

"All right," she said. "And just to show that there are no hard feelings, you can be one of the bridesmaids at my wedding. Both you and Kathy!"

"Thank you, Mistress, I'm sure that's a great honor," I said. I had no idea what being a bridesmaid involved, but I figured if Kathy had to do it too, it couldn't be too bad.

"And I'm invited to a party at the end of the month, so I'm sure you will happy to come with me, too."

"Uh, yes of course," I said. "What is this party for?"

"Halloween. It's a costume party, of course. And I already have a costume in mind for you. You're going to be a princess! Won't that be fun?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I lied. "I can hardly wait."

* * * * *

After another week at school, I felt exhausted. I didn't know whether it was the anxiety and stress of Ron marrying Sandra, or me having to go out to her party dressed as a princess, but on Friday afternoon, I came home from school and went straight to bed.

"Get up, you lazy little bitch!" Kathy yelled at me. "Get into your maid's uniform so I can chain you up!"

But I didn't care. "I'm too tired to do anything," I pleaded. "Go ahead and kill me, it's gotta be better than this."

Sandra had come over to spend the weekend, and must have heard the commotion, so she came in to take a look. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Alicia's whining that she's too tired to do anything," Kathy said. "But I'm sure she's just faking it!"

"Let me take a look,' Sandra said. She pushed my bangs aside and felt my forehead. "She looks a little green, and she may be reacting badly to the estrogen treatment. Don't give her any more estrogen pills."

"But the whole idea is to make her into a real girl," Kathy said.

"Yes, but we have to try something else now. No more estrogen."

"Well, what's the worst that could happen?"

"For starters, estrogen poisoning, then organ failure, and then death," Sandra said, getting up to leave.

"And your point is?" Kathy asked.

"Kathy, you heard what I said. Now let's go."

As my sister followed her out, I heard, "I'm just saying we already have a suicide note in her handwriting, so it's not like we'll get in any trouble if she dies."

And the last thing I remember before I drifted off was that if I were lucky, I might die in my sleep.

By Sunday I actually felt much better, and Sandra noticed as well. "It looks like you can go to school tomorrow," she said. "But first we have to make an arrangement. Go to the dining room and take all of your clothes off."

I had long since learned never to question any of her requests/commands. I went to the dining room, and stripped down to my birthday suit. Then Sandra arrived, carrying some ropes. She quickly tied my hands behind my back, and tied a cloth gag in my mouth.

"You look so cute in a cloth gag," she said. "The way you chew on the cloth."

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra, " I said.

Then she sat me in a chair, and pulled each of my legs over an arm rest, leaving me completely exposed with my flaccid penis dangling between my legs.

"What…what are you going to do?" I asked through the gag.

"It seems that chemical castration won't work for you, so we have to try something else."

"Castration??" I asked, my whole body tensing.

"Relax, Alicia, this won't hurt a bit," she said. Then she took a length of string with a loop at the end, and wrapped the loop around the head of my penis.

I watched in both fascination and horror, as she made the loop snug, and then fed the rest of the string through a curved metal tube. Using the string as a guide, she slid the tube down the string and onto my penis. My penis was now trapped inside the metal tube, which had a circular cuff, which she snapped shut around the base of my cock and balls.

"There!" she said. "Now you won't be getting into trouble!"
"What is this thing?" I asked.

"This is your penis chastity. It will prevent you from having an erection, and it is made of stainless steel so you'll never have to take it off, not even when you shower. With that little ring attached on the front, you can keep it tied between your legs so there won't be any telltale bulge."

"Can I still pee in this thing?" I asked.

"Yes of course," she said, "but you'll have to do it sitting down like a girl."

I stared down at the indignity of this chastity device, and frowned.

"Now look on the bright side, Alicia," Sandra said, "It's a lot better than estrogen poisoning, right?"

Well, sort of.

* * * * *

I actually caught a break the next week. Kathy told me that Stacy and Tracy said they wouldn't be able to have me come over to their place any more. It seems they somehow got in a lot of trouble with their parents, and they weren't allowed to have friends stay over at the house for the indefinite future. I was saved!

So I made it through another week of school, and I was doing my housework on Saturday, when Arcadia showed up again, in her white martial arts uniform. It seems the weekends were her preferred time for practicing for her upcoming test on me.

Kathy unchained me, and followed us outside. "I love taking pictures of her beating you up," she said.

This session didn't involve me getting knocked down as much as Arcadia twisting my wrists and arms into directions they weren't supposed to go, making me scream in agony as she worked on her technique.

Finally, she looked at me in exasperation and said, "when it hurts, if you tap your chest a couple of times, instead of screaming your head off, I will know to stop!"

"I'll try to remember that," I said, wondering why she hadn't shared this bit of wisdom with me two sessions ago.

After a half-hour of this, I ached in a half-dozen places, and wondered how many bruises I would find when I showered. She finally decided I'd had enough, and decided to pose for a picture with me. She untied her long white belt, and used it to hogtie me face down on the grass. Then she stood over me flexing her biceps with one foot on my back while Kathy took pictures.

When my sister left, Arcadia untied me, turned my over on my back, and jumped on me. With me pinned underneath her, she crawled up me, shoving her chest against my face. Her breasts were nearly smothering me, when at last she draped all of her hair onto my head, and dragged it over my face. Then she leaped off me, doing a somersault, and rising to her feet in a fighting stance.

I just lay there on the grass, looking up at her. "May I ask you a question?" I said.

"Of course, Alicia," she said, kneeling next to my prone body.

"It's just that…are you trying to kill me, or do you like me?"

She looked down at me and smirked. "And why can't I do both?"

"Um, normally you wouldn't want to kill people you like," I said.

"You may look like a girl, but you don't understand us at all, do you?" she asked.

I sighed. "No, I don't. But you're friends with my sister, and she hates me, so I never know what you're going to do to me."

"First of all, it's normal for brothers and sisters to fight with each other."

"Not like this," I said.

"Look, you have to understand that Kathy is an alpha. A born leader. You're not an alpha. Or even a beta or a gamma, you're probably one of those letters down in the middle of the alphabet, but the point is that she's a leader, and you're a follower. That's what you're relationship is going to be until you grow up. Then, if you want, you can go off on your own."

"I can hardly wait," I said.

"Yeah well, I'm not really sure how well you're going to handle yourself out in the real world. You're going to have to compete for jobs with other guys."
"And you think I can't do that?"

"Are you going to have to compete for women too?"

I scowled. It was hard to imagine that when I was dressed up in a maid's uniform. "I'm not always going to look like this," I said.

"You have framed pages hanging in your bedroom that say you're a sissy, and you like to dress up like a girl. That you're a faggot who loves to suck cocks-"

"Kathy made me write those!" I said.

"And that you're such a wimp that even girls can beat you up."

I paused. There was no denying that, especially since I was facing a girl who was dressed to do that very thing. "OK, I'm not that strong yet."

"You don't have to be big and strong. That's not the point. But girls like guys who are confident and assertive, which you aren't!" she said. "That's just the way you are. Not everyone is born brave. I know you can't help being a coward, it's who you are. You have to be yourself, you can't pretend to be something you aren't."

This girl could make me feel like I was two inches tall. Finally, I said, "you know, you can be even meaner than Kathy when you want to."

"I'm just telling you the truth that you need to hear, so maybe you can accept what you are. And live long enough to grow up. Or would you rather go play with Stacy and Tracy again?"

"Stacy and Tracy?" I asked. "I am done with them. Your friends got into some kind of trouble."

"That was ME," she said. "Kathy told me all about what they did to you all weekend, how they choked you out."

"So what did you have to do with that?"

"I knew the twins from martial arts school, where they got kicked out because they had no discipline. They wouldn't pull their punches, no one wanted to work with them, and finally they had to go. They know how dangerous choke holds are, and they could have killed you. So I told them never to bother you again, or me and my martial arts friends would take care of them. Like any of us needed a reason to beat up those two."

"You did that? I was told they got in some trouble-"

"That's a story they made up. If they know what's good for them, you'll never see either of them again."

"Oh," I said. "Uh…thanks. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't, you little idiot. Now get up and go back inside," she said.

"OK," I said, "And thanks again."

But she just stalked off. I had somehow managed to offend the only person who didn't hate me, and had actually done me a great favor.

* * * * *

I made it through another week of school, and I still hadn't seen Arcadia again. All week I thought about what I would say to her. I wanted to apologize to her, to thank her for helping me with Stacy and Tracy, to beg forgiveness for being mean to her, and probably to apologize some more just for being a jerk.

Donna had put me to work in the kitchen, rinsing dishes and glasses before I put them in the dishwasher. It's hard enough to do this when you're all chained up, and have a ball gag stuffed in your mouth. Also, I was thinking that I might see Arcadia today because she usually practiced her martial arts with me on the weekends. So I wasn't paying attention, and dropped a glass in the sink.

The tinkle of broken glass brought me back to reality in a hurry. And the next thing I knew, Donna was standing over me.

"Alicia, you are worse than useless!" she shouted at me. "I can't trust you to do the simplest thing without screwing it up! Go into the living room and stand in the corner, facing the wall!"

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I mumbled into my gag. I hobbled into the living room, and did as I was told, wondering what the punishment for being clumsy would be.

Donna caught up with me soon enough, unchained my wrists, and then locked them behind my back. Then she took out a deck of cards, placed one card against the wall, and shoved me forward until my nose held the card against the wall.

"Stand here, and hold that card against the wall unless you want a beating!" she said.

Then she left me. Me in my maids uniform, my legs chained together and my wrists bound behind me, I had to hold this card in place with my nose. All I had to look at was the blue back of the card, and I had no idea how long I would be there.

Time passed.

Finally a voice called out to me. "Alicia, there you are. I've been looking all over for you."

It was Arcadia. At first I thought she was here to practice martial arts, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she wasn't dressed for it, wearing a blouse and skirt.

She put a hand on my shoulder, and turned me to face her.

I stared in horror as the card went fluttering to the floor.

"Hi," she said, "I just dropped by to tell you I can't practice with you today. My parents are taking me out, and I'll be gone most of the day."

I looked down at the card at my feet. But with this ball in my mouth, I couldn't ask her to pick it up, much less offer my sincere apologies to her for last week's behavior.

As I tried to tilt my head down to gesture toward the card she said, "Oh hey, you dropped something. Anyway, I gotta go, see you around!"

And she was gone. Now how was I going to pick the card up? I couldn't bend far enough to get my hands down there. Maybe if I sat down, and somehow tried to twist my legs back between my bound wrists, I could get my hands in front of me. But while I was trying to figure this out, Donna returned.

She looked down at the card, and then at me. "You are really hopeless, aren't you?"

I shook my head and tried to explain, but speaking was impossible through the gag.

"Shut up and go down to the basement, and wait for me there!" she shouted.

I hobbled down to our nightmare of a basement, and waited for Donna. I didn't have to wait long, and she grabbed me, and threw me over a sawhorse. She pulled my panties down to my ankle chains, and then I felt a breeze as she lifted my skirt. And then I felt the sting of a paddle against my naked butt. She went on beating both of my cheeks until it felt like my butt was on fire, and my muffled groans had become screams.

After she had hit me a couple of dozen times, she stopped, and then used a rope to tie my torso down to the sawhorse. "Maybe that will teach you to be more careful," she snapped at me.

Then I was relieved to hear the sound of her footsteps trailing away, as she left the basement. My butt ached from the beating, but at least the sawhorse was padded, so being bent over and tied up wasn't all that uncomfortable.

But then I heard more footsteps approaching. I thought Donna had returned, but then I heard my sister's voice.

"Alicia, you just can't stay out of trouble, can you?"

Unable to speak, I just groaned into my gag.

"Donna told me she's teaching you to be less clumsy," she said. "Is that right?"

I groaned again, and tried to nod my head.

"I certainly hope you learn your lesson," she said. "And I hope you don't have to go pee any time soon, because you're going to spend the rest of the day here."

The whole day like this? I thought. I tried to protest through the gag, but already I heard my sister walking away.

So I was stuck here for the duration. Time dragged on, at least a few hours, and there I stayed, tied face down over a sawhorse in my maid's uniform with my hands cuffed behind my back. And now I DID have to pee.

Finally I heard footsteps again. My sister was back.

"So, have you learned your lesson?" Kathy asked.

I squealed into my gag and nodded.

"I hope so," Kathy said. "I left a bowl of food on the kitchen floor for you. And a bowl of water too, if you need something to wash it down.

She untied the rope binding me to the sawhorse, and unbuckled the gag, letting it fall loosely around my neck.

I worked my jaw and stretched my mouth as I waited for her to undo the rest of my bonds, but all she said was, "enjoy your dinner. Or lunch, or whatever it is," and then she walked out.

And so I had to hobble up the stairs with my wrists bound behind me, and then to the bathroom, where I had to sit down to pee. I was so exhausted that I barely made it to the kitchen and sat down next to a big bowl of cold rice that my sister had kindly set out for me. So I finally got to eat something, and then tried to lap up water from the bowl.

Then I made it as far as the stairs, and there was no way I was going to make it up that entire flight of stairs to my bedroom. So I collapsed in exhaustion at the foot of the stairs, and just sat there, trying to keep my butt off the floor.

Eventually Kathy showed up again. "Are you planning to camp out here for the night?" she asked.

"Mistress Katherine, could you please unchain me so I can walk upstairs?" I asked. "If I try to climb those steps like this, I'm going to fall and kill myself."

"Oh you poor baby," she said. "You can't walk up a flight of stairs all tied up? I can put more ropes on you, you know."

I gave up and sighed. "Mistress Katherine, do whatever you want."

She sat above me on the stairs, and patted me on the head. "Is the little sissy too clumsy to walk upstairs? Then how about this? I will unchain you, and then when you get upstairs, I will give you a spanking. On your sore butt."

"Mistress Katherine, I don't understand," I said. "You can spank me any time you want-"

"Of course I can, because you are nothing but a worthless little slave," she said, looking down at me. "But I want you to ask me for it, with your own free will. When you get upstairs, you will crawl to me on your hands and knees, and then you will beg me to give you the spanking you deserve."

I just stared at her. My sister the alpha wasn't interested in just being dominant over me. She wanted to rub it in my face over and over.

"So is it a deal, sissy?" she asked.

Anyone with a shred of dignity or self-respect would have refused. I quickly agreed. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I really appreciate this."

She unchained me, and I dragged myself up the stairs, with Kathy following me. I trudged into my bedroom, and Kathy sat on the bed and pointed at the far side of the room. I walked over there and she said, "Kneel!"

I did as I was told.

"Now crawl to me like the humble little slave you are," she said.

I crawled across the room to her feet.

"Do you have something to say to me, Alicia?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and paused. But there was no way around this. "Would you please give me a spanking?"

"And why do you deserve a good spanking?" she asked.

I really wished she would get this over with instead of dragging it out. But for Kathy, humiliating me was as much fun as beating me. "I was very clumsy, and I broke a glass."

"Very well, Alicia," she said. "Pull down your panties, and bend over my knee."

I dropped my panties and bent over her lap.

Smack! The sting of her palm against my sore butt. She alternated working on both of my cheeks, but at least she was only using her hand, and not a paddle, or worse yet a cane. I groaned with each slap, but after some fifteen or so, she let me up.

"Now change into your nightie, so I can tie you to the bed," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. Most kids would never get undressed in front of their sister, but I wasn't the least bit self-conscious about my body any more. She had already done far worse to me on many occasions, and to be honest, I don't even think she was trying to hit me very hard. She just wanted to ridicule and humiliate me.

She had barely finished tying me to the bed, when I fell asleep.

CHAPTER 7
HALLOWEEN PARTY

The weeks went on, with me having to wear my schoolgirl uniform by day, and my French maid uniform in the evenings. Actually, being a slave girl at home was less stressful than trying to pretend to be a normal kid at school. At school I was always on edge, always afraid that someone would find out I was a boy dressed up as a girl. At home, I just did what I was told. I didn't enjoy the abuse but at least there was no one else around to see me being humiliated day after day. Every day ended the same way. I would get ready for bed, change into a pretty nightgown, and lay out my leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Then I would lie in bed and look up at my handwritten pages that proclaimed just how sissified I was. When Kathy came into my bedroom, I would put my hands up over my head so she could tie me to the bed.

Every night as she bound my wrists and ankles to the bed, she would ask me the same question. "What's your name? Tell me about yourself."

Every night I would answer, "My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little slave girl, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

I always had to sound sincere because my sister was waiting for any reason, any excuse to give me a good beating. But I never gave her that opportunity, so she would just throw my blanket over me, turn off the light and leave. When Kathy was in a really good mood, she would say, "Good night, faggot." and I would respond "Good night, Mistress Katherine." After a while, you just get used to being helpless.

"You know, instead of saying you're a slave girl, I think you should say you're a sweet little sissy," she said. "After all, when you're meeting people for the first time, don't you think that would be more descriptive of what you really are?"

I didn't care any more, and finally said, "Yes, Mistress Katherine, I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

That satisfied her. In fact she looked proud of herself for finding yet another way to display her power over me.

Then came the end of October. Halloween, and Sandra was going to take me to a costume party. I waited for her in the living room wearing nothing but my pink underwear, panties and padded bra. She walked into the room holding up a pink dress on a hanger. Not just any pink dress but a frilly dress with puffy sleeves, and petticoats that made the dress flare from the waist.

"Do you like your costume?" she asked.

I was horrified, but tried not to show it. "Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Oh, but you haven't even seen the best part," she said, and turned it around to display a pair of wings. "You're going to be a fairy princess!"

Kathy took one look at the costume and almost choked with laughter. Finally she composed herself and said, "you're already a fairy, you might as well be a princess, too."

I tried to ignore her and said, "it's very pretty."

"And of course there are accessories," she said.

"Oh, of course," I agreed. "What princess wouldn't have accessories?"

She held up a crystal tiara with the word "SISSY" inscribed in its base. "This way, everyone at the party will know you're not a real girl. At least not yet."

I just wanted to die right there on the spot. This night was not looking good.

"Go ahead and put on your ankle and wrist cuffs," she went on. "You'll need those at the party."

"Um, what kind of party is this that I will need to wear cuffs?"

"Sweetie, those will save wear and tear on your body, unless you want to come home with rope burns."

"I wish I could go too, Sandra," Kathy said. "Would you please take some pictures for me?"

"Certainly," she said. "This could be an evening to remember!"

And with that, I got my ankle and wrist cuffs on, and went out to Sandra's car. It was a long drive out of town into the countryside. An hour later we came to a ranch, and parked in front of the main house. The whole place was lit up, and there were dozens of people inside.

Sandra brought me over to a woman dressed as Cleopatra, sitting at a table. "This is Amanda; she and her husband own this ranch."

"Oh, you must be Alicia, Sandra told me about you," she said. "And I love your tiara!"

I had forgotten I was wearing the sissy tiara, and I felt my whole face redden. "Uh, thank you, Ma'am," I said. "It's nice to meet you."

"Alicia, pick a wristband for the evening," she said, pointing to a box on the table. "We're already out of the green and yellow ones, but we still have some reds and pinks left."

"The red ones match your nail polish," Sandra said.

My eyes narrowed as I stared at the wristbands. If Sandra wanted me to choose a red one, then I definitely didn't want that one. "May I please have a pink one?" I asked. "They match my outfit."

Sandra rolled her eyes, and then shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said.

"Excellent choice!" Amanda said. Then she took a pink band, and stretched it out onto my wrist.

"See you around, Alicia," Sandra said. "Go make some friends and I will collect you when the evening is done."

I stared after her as she walked away to join the party. What was I supposed to do now?

It didn't take long for me to find out. "Alicia, come with me," Amanda said. Cleopatra took me by the hand and led me all the way through the house and out the back door into the open air.

This wasn't a backyard, it was a ranch, and I looked up at a sky full of stars.

"Girls, would you arrange for little Princess Alicia to walk my dog?" she said.

Two young women dressed as ancient Greeks or Romans in white dresses and sandals came over, and one of them pulled my arms behind me, and soon my cuffs were tied together.

"Um, what is going on here?" I asked. "Amanda? Cleopatra? What-"

Just then a ball was shoved in my mouth, and quickly tied in place.

"Alicia, my dog has been cooped up all day, and needs to be walked, so I'd like you to do that for me," she said.

Then one of the girls started lifting my dress, and pulling at my panties.

I looked down at her, and then up at Amanda, trying to speak through the gag, but she just held a finger up to her lips and shushed me. Then the other girl showed up with a German shepherd on a leash. Then the girls tied the end of the leash onto my penis chastity!

"OK, Cleopatra, she's all set," the girl said.

"All right, little princess," Amanda said. "Now see that my dog gets some exercise!"

They let the dog go, and it wanted to run, which meant I had to run, because the damned thing was dragging me along by my penis! I screamed into the gag as loud as I could, but the dog didn't care. It probably weighed as much as I did, and it wanted to frolic, so I was going along for the ride. After about 15 minutes of being dragged all over the county by the dog, I tripped and fell. Then the dog walked up to me and started licking my face and slobbering all over me! I just rolled over onto the leash, and tried to put as much of my weight on it, so it couldn't start dragging me around by my dick again.

At last Amanda came out to take a look, and that was how she found me. And of course, she took out her phone and made me pose for lots of pictures for her. No doubt Sandra and my sister would appreciate those.

"So, Alicia," she said. "Would you like to go back to the house?"

I nodded my head, and she unhooked the dog, and helped me up. But she didn't untie me, or even take my gag out, so that's how I had to walk back to the house. I was a mess, exhausted and covered in grass stains, and wondering what Sandra had gotten me into.

When we got back to the house, Amanda took me down to the basement and into a room partitioned by a large plywood board. She had me kneel on a cushion, and only then did I see there was a circular hole in the big wooden board. Only then did she take the gag out and let it rest loosely around my neck.

"Amanda, what is going on here?" I asked.

"Do you know what a glory hole wall is?"

"No," I said, and then looked at the board with the hole in it. "Um, is that what this is?"

"Yes, my guests will stick their penis through that glory hole, and you will give them blowjobs."

"But…but I thought this was just a costume party!"

"Oh, it is, but we're all into bondage here, to one degree or another. That's what the wrist bands are for. So we know what everyone's limits are. Red means stop, no bondage for one reason or another. Yellow means some limits, which need to be discussed. And green means go, go go! No limits. That's why we always make sure we have plenty of red bands, in case people have medical issues, or just aren't into it tonight."

"But what does pink mean?" I asked.

"Pink means you're gay, and no limits. Of course we could have already guessed that from your outfit, your tiara, your cuffs," she said. "Now I'll tell my guests you're ready. And whatever you do, don't keep them waiting!"

She left the room, and I stared at the hole, wondering if this could really be happening to me. But what could I do? My hands were tied behind my back, and I was out here in the middle of nowhere. And soon enough a penis poked its way through the hole. I just looked at it, asking myself if I was really going to do this.

"Come on, Princess," called a deep voice from the other side of the board. "That cock isn't going to suck itself!"

And so I took it in my mouth, and went to work on it, slurping away until he came in my mouth. There was nothing I could do about the salty taste in my mouth, I couldn't even wipe my lips, and already there was another cock sticking through the hole.

I lost track of how many guys I took care of, but there were a lot of them. Finally Amanda came back. "Well done, Alicia, the boys are very happy with you," she said. "Would you like to try something else now?"

'Yes, Ma'am," I said. I had no idea what else she had in mind, but it had to be better than this.

She helped me up and took me to another basement room, empty except for a bed, where her two girls were waiting. They untied me, but then they started taking my clothes off!

"Um, Amanda, what happens now?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll find out," she said. "The fun has barely started."

The girls stripped me down to my panties, and then tied my ankles to the foot of the bed, and my wrists over my head to the bedposts. I groaned as one of them forced the ballgag back into my mouth.

"Trust me, Alicia, you'll be glad to have that in your mouth," Amanda said. "It will give you something to bite on."

I looked around wildly. Now what? Why would I need to bite on something??

The girls held up phones to take pictures of me, which was bad enough, but then Amanda lit a candle.

"What are you going to do with that candle?" I tried to ask through the gag.

She held the candle up over my chest and turned it sideways, letting a drop of wax fall on my chest.

I screamed into the gag as the hot wax burned into my nipple. Then she did it again on the other nipple, making me scream and bite down on the gag.

But she just smirked at me. "Are we having fun yet?" she asked.

I just shook my head, and made little whimpering sounds.

"Oh, it gets better now. Let's try your belly, it won't be so sensitive."

Then another drop of wax hit my stomach, and I strained against my bonds, as it burned even worse.

"You see, I didn't hold up the candle as high that time," she said. "So the wax didn't have as much time to cool before it landed on you. I made sure the ones I dropped on your nipples were much cooler. But now you're toughened up, so you can take hotter wax now, right?"

I shook my head, and pleaded with my eyes. I wasn't tough, I was a sissy, remember? That's what my tiara said.

More wax drops fell all across my chest and stomach. I screamed and cried, my tears spilling down my cheeks, begging her to stop.

Finally she put the candle down. "Sandra told me you had been a bad little girl, and you needed to learn a lesson," she said. "If I blow out the candle, will you be a good little girl for the rest of the evening?"

I shook my head fervently, anything to get away from that candle burning my chest.

She blew out the candle. "Girls, rinse off the wax, and then tie her to the chair in the next room."

I heaved a sigh of relief. The girls used wet towels to clean the wax off my chest, and they really tried to be careful and not hurt me any more. My chest still burned, but the wet towels felt so much better against my chest. I didn't try to struggle when they tied my hands behind my back, and marched me into another room.

They tied me to a chair, wearing nothing but my panties and a ballgag, and then Amanda returned.

"Would you like to take that ball out of your mouth now?" she asked.

I nodded my head.

"You ARE going to be a good little girl, aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded again.

"All right then," she said, and took the ballgag out.

"Thank you, Amanda," I said.

But now I have another gag for you to try on," she said. holding up a black rubber gag with a strap attached.

I had no idea what this new gag was, and could only watch helplessly as she crammed it into my mouth, and strapped it in place. It wasn't as uncomfortable as the ballgag, but only then did I notice a tube with a rubber bulb attached to it.

"Let's see how this feels," she said, and started squeezing the rubber bulb.

The gag in my mouth started getting bigger! She just kept squeezing the bulb, and it kept growing and growing, filling my mouth!

I tried to speak, but could only make strained sounds, as she kept pumping up the gag.

Then she caressed the side of my cheek. "Alicia, you look so funny all swollen up like this. Maybe I should tell Sandra to keep you gagged like this all the time."

I shook my head and whimpered. All I needed was for her to give Sandra some more bright ideas.

"I think a few more squeezes would choke you out," she said. "Would you like to experience suffocation?"

I shook my head even harder.

"Are you sure?" she asked, holding up the pump. "It might be fun! A whole new experience!"

I just whimpered some more. I hoped Sandra had told her not to kill me.

She held up a mirror in front of me. "What do you think, Alicia?" she asked. "How do you like your new look?"

My eyes widened in fear. My face looked like it was twice as big. I didn't even look like a person, I was more like an object.

"Let's get you back up there to the party, and see what the other guests think!"

I could barely breathe or walk, so the two girls dragged me upstairs to the ground floor, and out into the main foyer where guests were still milling around and enjoying their drinks. Then the two girls helped me up onto a round pedestal, where I stood a foot above the floor, wearing only my tiara and panties, my face all puffed up like a melon.

The girls hooked up a chain from the ceiling that dangled down in front of me, and they untied my hands just long enough to tie them together over my head to the ceiling chain. And so, I stood there helplessly on my pedestal, gagged and half-naked as the guests gathered around and took pictures of me with their phones. I didn't see Sandra anywhere, but I doubted that she would rescue me anyway. I had finally suspected that maybe the point of this evening was Sandra's idea of payback.

"What's the matter, Alicia," a woman called out to me. "Why the long face?"

And they all laughed at me, until another woman said, "Maybe we should call her Fat Face instead!"

"That's it," someone else said. "Princess Fat Face!"

"All right, girls," Amanda said. "The boys have already had their fun with the little sissy princess, so now it's your turn. Did all of you get your whips?"

As I looked around, all the girls held up leather whips! And then the pedestal started to turn!

As the pedestal continued to spin me around, Amanda said, "Go to it, girls! She's all yours!"

And everywhere I looked, I saw more of them all around me. Then the sound of a THWACK, and a sharp pain in my butt. Then another whip hit my stomach, and my back. I tried to scream into my gag, but barely a sound came back, as the women kept hitting me. Every second there was a new pain, now my shoulder, then my back again. My eyes filled with tears as the women continued to beat me, but they didn't care. On the contrary, they all started laughing at me. Sandra's friends were even worse than she was. A room full of adults enjoying the abuse of a child tied up and being beaten for their pleasure.

"Look, Princess Fat Face is crying!" one of them called out. And then they hit me even harder.

As the blows fell all over my body, one sharp pain after another, the tears streamed down my cheeks. My nose got all stuffed up, and my whole body went into spasms as I couldn't breathe at all. I just flailed away, hanging by my wrists, and I vaguely remember hearing Amanda shout, "STOP!"

She deflated the gag, and tore it out of my mouth. Then she unhooked my wrists from the ceiling, as I choked and coughed. I collapsed into her arms as I tried to catch my breath, and she swept me up and carried me like a baby into another room.

She deposited me on a sofa and said, "Alicia, I think we've reached your limits."

By now I had gotten my breath back, and as I wiped the tears off my face, I asked her, "You think?"

I just lay there on the sofa, trying to find a comfortable position with all of my bruises, when Amanda returned with Sandra, carrying my princess dress.

"Ready to go home?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, yes," I moaned.

"I'll leave you alone to get her dressed," Amanda said, and left the room.

"Time to go then,"Sandra said. "Get up, so we can get you back into your costume."

As I dragged myself up off the sofa, Sandra turned me around to inspect my bruised body. "You'll be sore for a few days, but no lasting damage."

I groaned some more as she slid the dress over me.

When she finished dressing me, Sandra said, "before we go, remember to thank your hostess for inviting you to this party."

I'm sure I made an awful face, because Sandra went on to say, "or you can stay here until you do."

So she marched me over to Amanda, and like an obedient little slave girl, I said, "Thank you for inviting me to this party. I had a wonderful time."

"Oh, and it was wonderful having you here, Alicia," she said. "Would you like to be invited to the next one?"

I paused until Sandra's elbow landed in my ribs, making me wince. "Yes, I'd like that very much," I said.

"Very well then," she said. "Till next time, Alicia!"

Once I was safely in the car next to Sandra on the drive home, I asked, "Do they have parties like that often?"

"Yes, all the time," Sandra said. "I thought you might enjoy yourself there."

"Enjoy myself??" I asked. "They tied a dog's leash to my penis, and then it ran off and I had to chase it all over their backyard! Then they make me suck off more guys than I could count through a hole in the wall! Then she tied me to a bed and dripped hot wax all over my chest and stomach! And then she inflated a gag in my mouth that made my whole face swell up like a balloon, and then they all beat me with whips until I nearly suffocated!"

"Yes, I know," Sandra said. "Amanda already sent the pictures and video to me."

"Well that isn't my idea of enjoying myself!" I said, completely exasperated.

"But you did bring all of that on yourself, you know," she said. "You picked the pink wristband, after I told you to choose the red one. Why didn't you listen to me?"

"I…I thought you were setting me up for something," I said.

"And why would I do that? I just wanted you to see how other people could enjoy being in bondage, all the excitement of being tied up and helpless in a safe environment. And instead of just watching the show, you decided to participate in everything by picking the pink band."

"I didn't know what those colors meant," I said. "I thought you were mad at me for telling Ron not to marry you. So I thought you wanted to get some kind of payback."

"No, no, no," she said. "Payback is still coming, but this wasn't it. Now that we're going to be sisters in-law, I wanted you to have fun tonight."

That took me aback. "Um, when is payback coming?" I asked.

"What, and spoil the surprise?" she asked, smiling at me. She put an arm around me and stroked my hair. "Sweetie, this gives you something to look forward to!"

CHAPTER 8
THE WEDDING (AND PAYBACK)

November was more of the same for me. My hair got even longer, and Sandra delighted not only in taking me to the salon to have my hair done, but also shopping for dresses, as my wardrobe continued to grow. Arcadia passed her test, and was promoted to the next rank, so I didn't have to risk my life by helping her practice martial arts any more. And for Thanksgiving dinner, I was allowed to eat turkey and mashed potatoes like a dog from a bowl on the kitchen floor. After I had served everyone else, of course.

The basement now had three framed photos, all of me, on the wall. One was me with a ball gag in my mouth, and my hands tied behind my back, wobbling on high heels as a dog dragged me around by a leash tied to my penis. The next one was me tied down, screaming and crying into a ball gag with hot wax droppings all over my chest and stomach. The last one was a close up of me with my hands tied up over my head, and my face swollen up like a balloon from the pump gag in my mouth as Amanda's guests were beating me. All were reminders of what might happen to me if I didn't behave like a good little girl.

Ron's wedding to the dominatrix was set for the day after New Year's Day, and Sandra spent more and more time living with us. Christmas Eve was traditionally the day my family opened presents, but not for me this year. Early that evening, Sandra tied me to my bed, and my day was over. Actually, I had expected that a slave like me wouldn't receive any Christmas presents.

But I was wrong. On Christmas Day, I woke up to find Sandra shaking my arm.

"Wake up, sunshine!" she said, and started untying me. "It's Christmas!"

I rubbed my wrists and dragged myself out of bed. As far as I was concerned, Christmas was just another day of servitude.

"Go on downstairs," she said.

"But Mistress Sandra," I have to get into my uniform and make myself look presentable." I knew what would happen to me, if my appearance wasn't perfect.

"That can wait," she said. "Get going!"

And so I trudged downstairs to the living room in my nightgown, my hair a mess.

"There are your presents," she said, pointing to our Christmas tree. "Go and open them."

Presents for me? I wondered. My spider sense was already tingling. Something was up. I picked up a large box with a tag that said. "To Alicia, From Ron."

"What do you suppose your brother got for you?" she asked.

There was only one way to find out, so I opened it and found a pink satin maid's uniform. "Uh, this is nice," I said. "It's different."

"Yes, Ron felt that the black uniform was much too sexy for you. He thought this would be more appropriate for a little girl."

"Of course," I said.

"Open Kathy's present next," she said.

This one I really dreaded. I expected to find some mammoth butt plug in the box. Instead I found three bras, and a couple of fake plastic boobs.

"Those inserts will give you a much rounder figure, don't you think?" she asked.

"Oh yes, they certainly will."

"Kathy thinks you need a new look for the spring semester, so be sure and thank her when you see her."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And I got you a couple of presents," she said, handing me the larger of two boxes.

I opened it to find some white fabric and a drawstring. "I…I don't even know what this is." I said.

"It's a waist cincher. To take in your waist and give you an hourglass figure, without strangling you the way your corset does."

"Oh, thank you Mistress Sandra," I said. "I can hardly breathe in the corset."

"And here is your last present," she said.

I took the small box and opened it. It was a penis gag, but the panel was made of clear plastic. "Another penis gag," I said.

"Yes, but unlike your other one, this one is see-through. So while you can enjoy sucking on a fake cock, others can also enjoy watching you do it. Now that's something you didn't even know you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I didn't even know these existed."

So then I had to get dressed in a pink maid's uniform; that was my new outfit for working around the house.

New Year's Day came and went, and now the awful day was here. Ron was going to marry Sandra. I was going to be a bridesmaid, along with Kathy and three of Sandra's friends. Our dresses were these ornate lime-green things with puffy shoulders and sleeves, and even I could tell these were ugly dresses.

I asked my sister, who was now wearing the same dress, "Mistress Katherine, is it me, or are these dresses kinda gross-looking?"

"That's the whole point, you idiot," she explained. "The bridesmaids wear ugly dresses to make the bride look more beautiful by comparison.

That made at least as much sense as anything else that had gone on in my life for the past six months, so I went to see my brother, perhaps in the forlorn hope that he might get cold feet, or I could somehow talk him out of this disaster. He was in the bathroom getting dressed, and when I found his dress shoes, I came up with a naughty idea. Using the duct tape that I always kept in my purse, I ripped it into strips, and taped the letters H and E to the bottom of his left shoe. Then I taped the letters L and P to the bottom of his right shoe. I hoped that maybe my tiny act of rebellion would go unnoticed until it was too late.

Soon enough, we all piled into Ron's car and drove off to the church. There weren't a lot of people there. Ron had invited a few friends; Kathy and I were his only family. The rest were Sandra's friends, and some of them looked strange even dressed up in suits and dresses.

At last the moment I was waiting for. Ron and Sandra knelt in front of the priest at the altar, and the underside of Ron's shoes were visible, clearly displaying the word "HELP" for all to see.

Some people started to chuckle. That quickly turned to outright laughter, much to the surprise of Ron and Sandra, who along with the priest, were the only ones not in on the joke yet. It was the first time in months that I had even smiled, and even I couldn't help but laugh.

I glanced over at Kathy, sitting next to me, and her mouth was open, and her eyes were as wide as silver dollars. Finally she composed herself and turned to glare at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to look innocent.

She stared straight ahead and whispered, "You know, you really are an idiot. Don't bother trying to deny you did that."

I didn't respond, and so my brother married Sandra. Then someone enlightened him about the message written on the soles of his shoes. It didn't take him long to confront me. About one second, to be exact. He was in my face, ready to beat me up right there in the church. Sandra had to calm him down, assuring him that she would take care of things. I wondered if that might turn out to be even worse than getting beat up by Ron, but at least for once, I had put one over on them.

Sandra drove Kathy and me to the reception hall. By the time we got there, everyone had settled in, the band started playing, and Ron and Sandra had their first dance together. I just sat there wondering about the injustice of it all; everyone else could be so happy when I was so miserable. After a while, Sandra called all the bridesmaids together and we all followed her out of the hall, and down a long corridor.

We came to a large room dominated by a king-size canopy bed.

"All right, girls, you know what to do," she said.

The other bridesmaids grabbed me, shoved me onto the bed and turned me over on my stomach.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Alicia, do as you're told," Sandra said sternly. "It's payback time!"

Oh, I had a bad feeling about this, as the girls pulled at my dress and ripped it at least once. Suddenly my panties were ripped off, and my arms pulled behind me. Then the girls started tying my wrists with rope, and I knew I was in trouble.

"Get her close to this end of the bed," Sandra said. "So she can give blow jobs to the guys standing over here."

I groaned as the girls finished binding my wrists and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I was going to have to suck Sandra's friends at her wedding reception!?

"You want me to give your friends blow jobs here? At your wedding??" I asked.

"Not at first, no," she said, and then she pressed a ball gag against my mouth, and forced it past my teeth. "This is just to make sure the band drowns out your screams!"

My screams? I wondered. Then one of the girls stuck her fingers into my butt and started lubricating me. As I squirmed and twisted, another girl shoved a pillow under my stomach, and then piled another one under me, lifting my butt in the air.

"Kathy, are you ready to handle the video?" Sandra asked.

My sister nodded, a big smile on her face.

Then Sandra turned to face me. "Alicia, after my friends have had a good time with you, I will give you a chance to welcome me into your family, and tell me how happy you are that we are now sisters-in-law."

I could feel my eyes go wide with fright, but all I could do was watch Sandra walk out the door, leaving me with the rest of the bridesmaids, tied up and helpless, presenting my ass in the air.

Then a couple of guys in suits walked in. "Alicia, remember us?" one of them asked, unbuckling his belt. "From your birthday party? Or Halloween?"

Oh, no. These were Sandra's perverted friends; guys that had already made me suck their cocks. Only now they weren't going to put their dicks in my mouth!

One of the guys climbed on top of me and said, "try to relax and maybe this won't hurt so much."
I shook my head and tried to protest through my gag.

The he said, "Who am I kidding? This is gonna hurt like hell!"

His cock was already hard, and started forcing its way into me. I bucked and tried to squirm, but there was nowhere for me to go, and it really did hurt like hell. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I screamed into the gag. Then after ramming himself into me over and over, he pulled out, and I collapsed face down and crying on the bed.

But then another guy took his turn mounting me. More pain, more screams, more tears. I think there were five or six guys in all, when another one came up to me lifted my chin, and asked, "Alicia, you want it in your mouth instead?"

I could barely see him through my tears, but I quickly nodded my head. I had never been so willing to give a blow job.

He took the gag out of my mouth, and fed his penis in and out. Then he pulled out, and stepped back. I waited with my mouth open for him to continue, when another guy mounted me and started thrusting into my ass. I grimaced at the pain, and then just rocked back and forth as he rode me. Then the guy in front of me decided to finish, and shoved himself inside me again. Two guys thrusting inside me at the same time! I might as well have been an animal or an object for their abuse. The guy spurted into my mouth, and then the other guy came too.

"Maybe next time we do this, we can try and come at the same time," he said as I collapsed on the bed.

I didn't want there to be a next time. I just hoped these guys had enough for one night. Of course there were more of them, but they only wanted blow jobs. I was really happy that I only had to suck cocks after that.

When they were done, I found Kathy standing over me, pointing her phone at me. She must have been there the whole time, recording everything. "I hope you've given some thought to what you're going to say to Sandra now," she said. "I hope your attitude has changed, or she may decide you need a further attitude adjustment."

I just sniffled and nodded my head.

"Does that mean you're going to be a good little girl?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine, I'm going to be a good little girl," I said, fighting back yet more tears.

"Good, I'll let her know you have something you'd like to say," she said, and left.

I waited there a long time. The bride must have been too busy enjoying her wedding day to deal with me. But eventually she paid me a visit, and stood over me.

"Mistress Sandra," I said. "I'm sorry-"

But she cut me short by pushing a steel ring against my lips. "Hold that thought," she said. "Let me get this ring gag into your mouth."

She buckled the gag around the back of my neck, and then helped me up to my feet. I groaned from the pain in my butt as my feet hit the floor.

"I think you're going to be walking bow-legged for a few days. Now come with me," she said, and led me down the corridor as I walked gingerly and painfully to a pair of rest rooms.

She stopped in front of the men's room, and led me toward it.

"Men's room," I tried to say through the gag.

"Yes, I know it's the men's room," she said, and pulled me inside. "Now kneel in front of the urinal.

I did as I was told, and she tied the ring gag to the plumbing behind me. I could barely move my head.

"This urinal is out of service, and some of the boys have had a lot of beer tonight. I'll go and tell them you volunteered to take its place so they can relieve themselves."

I looked up in horror as she stepped out. I was taking the place of a urinal??

One of the guys who had already had his way with me came in. "Alicia, nice to meet you again," he said, unzipping his fly. "I had no idea you had so many talents."

My eyes widened as he held his penis up to my mouth, and started pissing. The awful acrid smell filled my mouth and nose, as I swallowed the horrible fluid spraying inside my mouth. Then when he was done, he shook it, getting some on my face and dress, zipped himself up, and left.

Then came another guy. And another, and another. I don't remember how many there were, but maybe some of them were drunk, but some guys aim was better than others, and not only did I drink a lot of piss, but I got a lot sprayed on me, too.

Finally, Sandra came to see me. There I was on my knees, tied up and gagged, my dress ripped and soaked with piss. And I needed to pee so badly that I thought my bladder was going to burst.

"Alicia, aren't you a sight?" she said. "And you do smell ripe!"

She was right. I smelled awful, and I must have looked even worse.

"By now you may have figured out that your little adventure in the canopy bed was payback. This here," she said, gesturing at the urinal, "was to keep Ron from killing you. I told him I would punish you for writing HELP on his shoes. I suppose you thought that was funny. Do you still think that was funny?"

I shook my head sadly, and looked up at her.

"Now I believe you had something you want to say to me," she said, unbuckling my gag.

I tried to work out the stiffness in my jaw, and also stuff up my nose against the smell. "Mistress Sandra, I'm very sorry that I was upset with Ron when he said he was going to marry you. I was being a selfish jerk, and I know better now. I'm very glad that you're my sister-in-law, and I'll do anything I can to help you and Ron. And writing HELP on his shoes was just supposed to be a joke, but it was really stupid of me, and I should have known better. Can you please forgive me?"

"That's a good start, Alicia," she said. "But you are going to be a good little girl from now on, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, of course I will!" I said.

"All right then, let's get you out of here," she said. "And between me and you, I actually thought writing HELP on Ron's shoes was funny."
"Oh…uh, one more thing, Mistress Sandra," I said. "I really need to go pee right now!"

"Use the stall," she said. "I will be waiting outside."

A few minutes later, she escorted her new sister-in-law out to the car where Ron and Kathy were waiting. We were all going home, and then Ron and Sandra would leave tomorrow for their honeymoon.

"What the hell happened to you?" Kathy shouted at me. "You smell like piss!"

"Some of the guys used me as a toilet," I said. "Their aim wasn't very good."

"She's not getting in the car with me," Kathy said. "Put her in the trunk!"

"Good idea," Ron said, using the clicker to open the trunk. Then he grabbed me, shoved me in the trunk, and slammed it shut.

A minute later, the car started up, and we were off. There I was, locked in the trunk, my hands still tied behind me, my dress soaked in piss, and I had to smell that stench all the way home. By the time they opened the trunk to let me out, I was about ready to throw up, pass out or both.

Sandra finally untied me, and my wrists ached as I rubbed them.

"Alicia, throw that dress in the garbage! Don't even bring it in the house!" she said. "And then go take a shower!"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said.

That night, after I had showered and dressed in my nightgown, Kathy tied my wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed as usual, remarking that at least I smelled better now. But then she pulled a chair up next to my bed, and sat down.

Then she held up a book, opened it, and said, "Alicia, tonight I am going to tell you a bedtime story."

I looked up at her in surprise. This had never happened before.

She began to read. "Once upon a time," she said. "There was a bad little sissy."

I lay back in bed. Already it was clear that I might not like this story.

"The sissy was nothing but trouble for his older brother and sister. Then one day the older brother met a wonderful girl, and they decided to get married."

I would not have described her as "wonderful" but then this wasn't my story.

"The little sissy got upset, and didn't want his older brother to marry her. The family finally ran out of patience with him, and took the sissy to an auction. But this was no ordinary auction, where people buy rare paintings or jewelry. This was an auction where men came from all around the world to buy sissies!"

My mouth dropped open. This just had to be something Kathy had made up.

"So they placed the little sissy on the auction block, and the auctioneer said, "Gentlemen, what is your pleasure?'"

She went on, "Even though everyone knew he was a bad little sissy, he was also a pretty little thing, and so the bidding was spirited. Men were bidding huge sums of money for the sissy, and finally one man won the auction. He was a large man from a distant land, who swept the little sissy into his arms, and carried him off like a baby."

"From time to time, the family heard stories about the little sissy, rumors that his new owner had operations performed to change him into a real girl. But no one really knew for sure, because the little sissy was never seen again."

She snapped the book shut and said, "The End!"

I lay there in bed looking up at her as she got to her feet, and started for the door.

"I hope I don't have to explain the moral of the story to you," she said, and turned out the light.

CHAPTER 9
THE NEW YEAR AND A NEW ALICIA

I was really glad I had another week off before I had to go back to school. It took a few days before I could walk normally again, more or less. Ron and Sandra had gone away for the week on their honeymoon, leaving me alone with Kathy and Donna. So now I was dressed up in my new pink satin uniform with my breast forms giving me a rounder figure, and my ball gag and bell hanging loosely around my neck.

"Alicia, your chains don't accent your new uniform quite as well as they did the black one, don't you think?" Kathy asked me.

I glanced down at the chains binding my wrists and ankles. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "But my new uniform is very pretty."

"Of course it is, and it makes you look even more like a sissy, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "But it's much nicer than those bridesmaid dresses we had to wear."

"Funny you should mention that," she said. "It was such a shame, what happened to your dress."

"Those guys destroyed it at the wedding," I said, relieved that I would never have to wear that monstrosity again.

"Yes, I remember, when they gang-raped you, and then pissed all over you," she said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, Mistress," was all I could say. I really didn't need to be reminded of that day.

"Well the good news is that I'm going to give you my dress. It was a little tight on me anyway, so I think it should fit you pretty well."

"Oh no, I couldn't-" I started.

"You could wear it to parties, special occasions, anywhere you really want to stand out."

"Yes, of course," I mumbled. "Thank you, Mistress Katherine."

"Also, I think it's time you made some friends," she said.

"Friends?" I asked. This couldn't be good.

"How do you introduce yourself to people? What's your name? Tell me about yourself," she said.

By now I could recite my new biography in my sleep. "My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty so they boys will like me."

"Now was that humiliating for you, sissy boy?" she asked.

It never stopped being humiliating, and she knew it, but if I knew what was good for me, I had better play along with her. "Yes, Mistress Katherine, but it's all true," I said. "And besides, I deserve it because I was a bad little sissy at Ron's wedding."

"Yes, you were, and I hope you have learned your lesson by the time they come home next week. But we will have a surprise in store for them," she said. "You see, I've decided that you need a new look for the spring semester," Kathy said.

I just waited for her to continue. Once Kathy had made a decision, there was no room for discussion anyway.

"I made an appointment for you with Jennifer at the salon tonight," she said. "You're going to have new hair!"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "Is there something wrong with my hair?"

"It's getting boring. You can't just wear it and wear it. You need to freshen things up," she said. "This is what smart girls do, they change their hair."

I had this sense of dread that she was going to make me look like a circus clown, or worse.

She went on. "You see, when everyone at school wears the same uniform, the only way you can express yourself is with your hair. And frankly, everyone at school thinks you're a total nerd. Now I am not going to go through an entire year making excuses for my little sister, so you are getting a new look."

I should have figured that it was all about her. "Yes, Mistress, of course," I said.

That night, Jennifer kept the salon open for me alone, so she could work on me privately as usual. That way no other customers might ask why a girl needed to be tied up to have her hair done. It was just her way of making me feel completely helpless and humiliated while I had my hair done.

So I sat there with my hands tied behind my back as she shampooed my hair, and then led me to a chair. "Tonight, I will have to put these pads over your eyes to protect them," she said, placing a soft pad over one of my eyes.

I watched as she taped it in place, and then another pad over my other eye plunged me into darkness. "Is this really necessary?" I asked.

"Will it be necessary to gag you too?" she asked.

"No, Ma'am," I said. I was absolutely sure she would have some unpleasant gag on hand for me, too.

We wouldn't want the hair curlers to get too close to your eyes, that's all," she said.

And I just sat there for what seemed like forever with her tugging and pulling at my hair. Then she got me up, walked me over, and sat me down in another chair, and I felt the heat of a hair dryer all around my head. I had to sit there for what seemed like forever and a day.

Finally, she got me up, dragged me back to another chair, plopped me into it, and started brushing out my hair. After a while, she called out, "Kathy, good to see you!"

Oh great, my sister was here to admire their handiwork.

"It looks like you're almost done," she said. "Has she seen it yet?"

"No, it's going to be a surprise!" Jennifer said. "But I'm almost done fluffing it up."

At last, she took the pads off my eyes, and spun me around to face a mirror.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Oh my God," was all I could say.

"Of course she does," Kathy said. "She loves it so much that she's speechless!"

My hair wasn't just fluffed up and out, it looked like I had wings!

"I haven't done one of these hairstyles in ages," Jennifer said. "Farrah Fawcett made this hairstyle famous, way back in the 70's but you don't see them around any more."

I stared in horror at my volume of feathered hair, still speechless.

"Alicia, aren't you going to tell Jennifer how much you love your new hairdo?" Kathy said.

That wasn't so much a question as a command. "Thank you very much," I said. "I've never seen anything like this before."

"You're welcome, Alicia," she said. "Of course you'll want to fluff it up every day before you go to school."

"Of course," I said.

"And I think you should come back every two weeks to do maintenance on it, so you'll look nice."

"Yes, of course," I said.

"See you in a couple of weeks then," Jennifer said.

Kathy took me by the arm, and I stumbled after her out of the shop, still in a daze. As she led me outside, even people on the street stopped and stared at me. I had Farrah hair.

A few days later, Ron and Sandra had returned from their honeymoon, and Kathy and I were back at school. My first semester in high school, I was a scared little boy, forced to dress as a girl with my penis tied between my legs, trying to keep a low profile, and always worried that someone would find out about me. This semester, I had this huge mane of hair that everyone noticed.

My first day of class, the other kids in the hallways stopped and stared. Some of them pointed and whispered to each other, and a few just started laughing. Finally, one girl shouted, "Hey kid, what did you do, watch a Charlie's Angels marathon?"

It was a relief just to get home and be chained up in my maid's uniform.

"So how did your day go?" Kathy asked me.

"Mostly kids made fun of my hair," I said. "Otherwise I'm just trying to figure out what classes I'm taking. I've got this thing called 'Family and Consumer Sciences' and I don't even know what that is."

"Oh, you're allowed one elective this semester, so Ron signed you up for that. It used to be called Home Economics. You'll learn to cook and sew. All the things a good little sissy will need to know to keep a man happy!"

"Seriously? I'm going to learn how to cook and sew?"

"And some other stuff like keeping house, but you should be really good at that by now," she said.

I wondered how things could possibly be any worse. Then Kathy dropped a piece of news on me.

"On the other hand, my day went really well. Our head cheerleader had to leave school," she said. "So they promoted me. I'm the head cheerleader now."

Obviously they had recognized her leadership qualities. "Congratulations," I muttered. At least someone had a good first day of spring semester.

"Oh Alicia, you don't understand what this means," she said. "Now there's an opening on the cheerleaders squad for you."

"I already tried out for the cheerleaders," I said. "I didn't make it."

"Yes, I remember how clumsy you were. But that doesn't matter," she said. "We aren't going to hold tryouts to fill the position. As head cheerleader, I can select anyone I want. And I am selecting you!"

"Me?? But you just said how clumsy I am!"

"Yes, which is why you're going to work very hard to learn all of our routines and dance steps. I am not going to have anyone accusing me of nepotism."

I shook my head. Now I knew how things could get worse. "Um, is there any chance the head cheerleader could come back?" I asked.

"No, she had to leave school because she got pregnant," she said. "I forgot to mention, those basketball players hit on us all the time. That's just something you'll have to learn to deal with."

I let out a long sigh. No matter how bad things looked, they could always get worse.

"But at least you'll get to spend some more time with Arcadia," she said. "and she'll be helping you learn dance steps instead of beating you up out there on the lawn."

Thank goodness for small favors. The girl I liked was going to teach me how to dance like a girl, so then I could go out and dance in front of the entire school. "I can hardly wait," I said.

The next day, Arcadia was practically giddy with the news that I was going to be a cheerleader. Soon after we got home, she had me out on the lawn in my backyard, both of us dressed in our cheerleader outfits, except that we wore thin white sneakers instead of our Go-Go boots.

Arcadia can be quite the taskmaster when she wants to, taking me through the steps and dance moves over and over. Of course my sister didn't go through any of this. She busied herself with taking pictures of me jumping around and waving my pom-poms. Actually, it was a welcome change from being chained up in heels and a maid's uniform, although it was even more exhausting than practicing martial arts with Arcadia. Of course, I took solace in the fact that as tired as I was, at least she wasn't hitting, kicking, punching, and then body-slamming me.

That night, I finally managed to find Ron without Sandra around. "Ron, you signed me up for Home Economics this semester. Are you still mad at me for writing HELP on your shoes at the wedding?"

"No, Sandra told me you've learned your lesson about that," he said.

"But then why did you sign me up for a class to learn how to cook and sew?"

"There's more to it than that. It's called Family and Consumer Sciences because you will also learn useful skills like making a budget and balancing a checkbook. If you learn those skills, then if you ever decide to move out and live on your own, maybe you won't be completely hopeless. And besides, if you apply yourself, that course is an easy A."

"Oh OK, I didn't know that," I said. "Thanks."

But I still had the sinking feeling I was being turned into a Stepford Wife. Or worse yet, a Stepford Sissy. That night, I had a nightmare about being all sissified in a pink floral print dress, spending my afternoon sewing, and then waiting on my knees when my boyfriend came home so I could give him a blow job as soon as he walked in the door.

CHAPTER 10
CHEERLEADER/BIMBO GIRL

As soon as Sandra moved in with us, it became clear that things were going to be a little different now. Her first night here, as I waited to be tied to my bed, it was Sandra who walked into my bedroom.

"From now on, I'm going to put you to bed," she said. "You don't mind, do you?"

That was completely unexpected. "Um-" I started to say.

Sandra gripped my face between her thumb and fingers, and grinned at me. "I said, you don't mind, do you?"

I didn't know if that was going to be better or worse for me, but it didn't matter. There was only one answer to that question. "No, Mistress Sandra," I managed to say, and she released her grip.

And so, she took over Kathy's job of tying me to my bed. Every night, she still made me recite my name and life's mission (looking pretty so boys would like me) but she seemed to enjoy it a lot more than my sister ever did. For Kathy it had been a chore, since she didn't want anything to do with me, but Sandra enjoyed dressing me in nightgowns, and made me prance up and down in them as she recorded me with her phone.

Later that week, we were in the girls locker room after school, getting ready for my first meeting of the Cheerleader Squad, now led by my sister.

"These boots are too big for me," I said, pointing to my shiny white Go-Go boots. "I feel like they're going to come flying off every time I try a high kick."

"Then stuff some tissues in the toes," she said. "That's the only pair we had for you. They belonged to our former leader, and she wasn't a dainty little thing like you."

Then we went out into the gym to practice our routines, and there were dozens of guys in the bleachers.

"Why are all those guys staying here after school?" I asked her. "There's no game today."

"They're here to check us out," Kathy said. "That's what real guys do."

There weren't too many ways to take that, so I edged away from her toward Arcadia. Then Kathy called out our first routine, we formed up our line, and off we went. After a half hour, she was satisfied, and called a halt to the session. I went over and sat in the bleachers by myself to rest.

Then I saw the shadow of a big guy looming over me. I looked up to see a tall, lanky guy with short dark hair. He wasn't very good looking, with a long, pinched face, and I figured he had to be a basketball player.

"Hi, I'm Zane," he said. "I'm a guard."

"You're a security guard?" I asked.

"No, I'm a shooting guard," he said.

I could see he was wearing our school blazer and uniform, but I didn't want him to think I was impressed, so I said, "Oh, so you have to carry a gun?"

He shook his head in bewilderment. "No, I mean I play basketball. I'm a guard on our basketball team!"

Of course I knew what a shooting guard was, but he didn't know that. "Well, good for you. I'm a cheerleader."

"Aren't you Kathy's sister?"

Oh great, he knew who I was. "Yes, I'm Alicia."

"Maybe we can go out sometime?"

"I…I'm only a freshman…I don't think so. I'm really busy, still trying to learn all the cheerleader routines."

"All right, then see you around," he said. "After all, we'll both be at all the games this year."

"OK," I said, waving good-bye to him. This was all I needed. I had to ask Kathy and Arcadia about him, find some way to brush him off.

That weekend, Sandra took me down to the basement to show me her new piece of furniture. A stand held two large planks of wood, shaped like a giant X.

"This is a St. Andrew's Cross," she explained. "Now strip down to your birthday suit."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said, taking my clothes off.

But the time I had taken off everything but my penis chastity, she had gathered some ropes and leather cuffs. "Now stand up against the cross.

I did as I was told, and she cuffed my wrists and then my ankles and tied me spread-eagled to the St. Andrews Cross. Then she held the penis gag with the clear plastic base up to my mouth.

"Isn't this a wonderful gag?" she asked. "While you're enjoying sucking cock, we can enjoy watching you suck cock!"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said, as she worked it into my mouth.

She tied it around the back of my neck, and then fluffed up my hair. "Now just one more item," she said, and grabbed my penis!

I squealed into the gag, and strained against all of my bonds.

"Something the matter, sweetie?" she asked. "Would you rather we brought this out in the backyard, and left you out there for the afternoon? It's a little chilly out there, but I could dress you up in some lingerie."

I shook my head vehemently. I couldn't be seen outside like this!

"So we're OK in here, little one?" she asked, patting my cheek.

I reluctantly nodded my head, and she quickly tied my penis chastity to a D-ring set in the floor below the cross.

"Now be a good girl and behave yourself, nice and quiet," she said. "Or I may have some friends over to take a look at my new cross. And the pretty little thing tied to it!"

She left, and I groaned as my chin sank to my chest. Not only was I bound and gagged, but now even my penis was tied up. Life with Sandra was going to be interesting, and not in a good way.

A few weeks into the spring semester, I had settled into a routine of going to school and being a cheerleader with Kathy and Arcadia. Then one night, Kathy had some more good news for me.

"The school talent show is coming up next month," she said.

"Are we going to go see it?" I asked, starting to wonder what she might make me wear that night.

"Better than that," she said. "I signed you up."

"Me?? But Mistress Katherine, I don't have any talent," I said. At least none that I could do on stage or in public without getting arrested.

"Nonsense," she said. "You're going to sing."

"But…but I can't sing!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Everyone can sing," she said. "Besides, I've already picked out your song!"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Do you know the song, Barbie Girl?"

"Barbie Girl?" I asked.

"You know," she said, and then went into a sing-song, "I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie Wor-rld."

"Mistress Katherine, I'm in high school. Don't you think I'm a little old for that?" I asked. This was about as insubordinate as I dared to be, but singing this pre-adolescent ditty in front of the entire school might involve more humiliation than even I could take.

"Of course, that's why I'm going to have you sing a parody of the song," she said,holding up a piece of paper. "I have the lyrics right here for you to learn. It's called Bimbo Girl."

"Bimbo Girl??" I asked.

She went into her sing-song again. "I'm a bimbo girl, in a bimbo wor-rld, both my boobs are plastic, aren't they fantastic?"

I wanted to faint dead away. "I…I-" I started.

"And you'll need to work on some dance moves," she said.

"I have to dance too??" I asked.

"Well, you want to win, don't you?"

"I don't think I'm going to win," I said, shaking my head.

"Not with that attitude, you won't," she said. "But Arcadia will work up something with you. She says you've already picked up our cheerleader routines, so this should be easy for you."

"Oh, I don't think this will be easy," I said.

"Just think of how popular you'll be when the whole school sees you up on stage, singing and dancing!"

"I suppose you'll want me to wear my cheerleader outfit too?" I asked.

"No, that might reflect badly on the rest of us cheerleaders if you mess up," she said. "I was thinking you could wear that lime-green bridesmaid dress. I mean, this is a special occasion, so what better time to wear it?"

I felt all the air go out of me. All I wanted was to go through school under the radar, without anyone even noticing me, and now the entire school was going to see me make a laughing stock of myself. I really wanted this conversation to end before she got any more bright ideas. "Whatever you say, Mistress Katherine," I said.

"Look, even if you make a complete fool of yourself, maybe you could win as a comedy act," she said.

I took the paper, and started reading the lyrics. Come on bimbo, do the limbo. Oh, this was not going to end well for me.

For the next few weeks, I practiced singing my song, and Arcadia came over and worked on some dance moves with me. The choreography wasn't very complicated, and it almost looked like I could dance a little. I wondered if that would distract people from noticing my voice. Surprisingly, school wasn't so bad, especially the home economics I was learning. The class was all girls (well, except for me) and once a week, we learned to bake things like brownies and chocolate chip cookies, and we got to keep whatever we made. The girls weren't snotty like some of the cheerleaders *cough* Kathy *cough* and I was actually learning how to cook.

Then I was told that a guidance counselor wanted to see me. I was barely able to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day, wondering what that was about, or how much trouble I was in. Had I done something wrong? Did they know I wasn't really a girl?

When I got home, I told Kathy about it.

"It's probably something related to academics," she said. "Your grades were good last semester, so you shouldn't be in any trouble. But I want to know what happens when you talk to her."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine, I'll tell you all about it," I said.

"You'll do better than that," she said, and handed me something that looked like a thumb drive for a computer. "This is a voice recorder. Keep it on your person, and when you meet with the counselor, press the button to activate it, and the light will turn green."

"This looks like something out of a James Bond movie," I said. "Is this really necessary?"

"Would you like me to make you start wearing your butt plug to school?"

I nearly choked and just shook my head.

"Good, and just remember you're supposed to be a ditzy girl," she said, and lifted my chin to make me look up at her. "I want you to convince her that you don't even have a single thought in that pretty little head of yours. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, yes, of course, Mistress," I said. How could I forget that?

I had the voice recorder activated in the pocket of my blazer when I had to go see the guidance counselor. Mrs. Howard. She was an old woman; she had to be at least 40 years old.

I sat across the desk from her, and she said, "Alicia, the reason I asked to see you is your academic program is a bit odd. You achieved mostly A's in the fall, yet you have used your only elective to take Family and Consumer Sciences. You might want to think about taking something a bit more challenging."

"But Mrs. Howard, I need to learn those things. My parents passed away last year, so I need to learn to cook and help out around the house."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Alicia. Your intentions are admirable, but you're wasting your potential. I've looked at your sister's record, and she's taking college-bound courses."

That's us, I thought. Kathy's college bound, while I'm bound and gagged. But I had better make this good for the voice recorder. "Kathy's always been smarter and more ambitious than me. You know, she's one of those alphas, and I'm not."

"Even so, I want you to start thinking about taking more advanced courses next year."

I admired my brightly-lacquered nails, and said, "Oh, I'm not really that interested. I mean, all I need to do is find the right guy, and then I'll never have to work again anyway."

Mrs. Howard's eyes bulged, and she flushed like she was about to have a baby. "Young lady," she snapped, "the days when a girl could not aspire to be anything more than a housewife are long gone!"

Not in my house they weren't. That was easy to say because she didn't have a penis tied between her legs, and she didn't get chained up and shackled every night. So I smiled and tossed my pretty tresses. "All right, if it will make you happy, I'll consider taking something like typing. That way if I can't find a cute guy, at least I'll have a job as a secretary to fall back on."

She glared at me, and then just shook her head and wrote up a pass so I could go back to class. As I walked back to class, I wondered what she would think when I gave my performance of Bimbo Girl at the school Talent Show.

That night, Kathy invited Arcadia over to listen to my meeting with the guidance counselor. I could hear their laughter from all the way up in my bedroom.

The night of the Talent Show finally arrived, and there I was, backstage in the school auditorium, dressed in my awful lime-green bridesmaid dress. The drama teacher handed me a cordless karaoke microphone and said, "Break a leg!"

So I walked out on stage in my big hair and awful dress, so nervous that I just hoped I wouldn't trip and fall on my face. I had convinced myself that I could at least carry a tune, but this was the first time I would ever sing in front of a crowd. Also the last time, I hoped. The crowd went silent for a few moments, and then a ripple of laughter went around the auditorium. That didn't help my confidence at all, but when the laughter died down, there was nothing left to do but signal to the drama teacher, and then the Barbie Girl music came up.

I started dancing and singing, "I'm a bimbo girl…"

Some things are just too embarrassing or ridiculous to dwell on, but I made it through the entire song. I think some of the audience started to applaud, but they were drowned out by all the kids laughing at me. I just stood there for a moment, then I hiked up my dress and curtsied to the audience. Their laughter still ringing in my ears, I turned and walked back to the drama teacher in the wings.

"I think they liked you," he said.

"Well, at least they didn't throw stuff at me," I said.

I didn't win the competition, but I did acquire a new nickname. The following Monday, I was on my way to class when a boy called out to me, "Hey, Bimbo Girl!" and then, "Hey Bimbo, do the limbo!"

I was becoming famous.

It turned out that being a cheerleader wasn't as bad as I had feared. The team only played two games a week, and one of those would be at another school, so I only had to cheer one day a week at the home games. The other cheerleaders were older, all juniors and seniors, and they wouldn't have anything to do with me. Maybe they resented me because I was only a freshman, or maybe because Kathy arbitrarily added me to the squad, but I didn't care. I was relieved that they kept their distance from me. So Arcadia was the only other cheerleader who would talk to me. Except of course for Kathy yelling at me every time I messed up, which made all the other cheerleaders laugh at me. The first time that happened, I got so flustered that I started to call her Mistress Katherine. But I caught myself, saying "Miss-" and then "Miss Kathy-" and I really did sound like a bimbo.

But some days were worse than others. Sometimes the kids in the bleachers would chant the lyrics from my song at me, "I bleach blonde my hair, don't wear underwear," and "Come on, Bimbo, do the limbo!" Then Arcadia would be doubling over from laughter, and Kathy would start egging on the crowd to keep it up.

And Zane kept bothering me, always asking me out, and I kept brushing him off. I really hoped he would find someone his own age, but it turned out no one liked him. The other basketball players hated him because he was a selfish jerk who would never pass the ball, and the cheerleaders called him InZane because, well, he's kind of insane.

* * * * *

My next nightmare began innocently enough. One evening at home, Kathy said, "The Spring Fling is coming up."

This was news to me. "What is a Spring Fling?" I asked.

"That's the dance the school has every year just before spring break," she said. "And you're going."

"But I don't have a date. I don't even know any boys at school…except for Zane, and he's a jerk."

"No, you're not going with InZane, but you don't need a date for the Spring Fling," she said. "You can go solo. That's probably what I will do, too."

"Mistress Katherine, please don't make me wear that awful bridesmaid dress again," I begged.

Kathy almost started laughing. "No, I think we'll save that for the prom," she said.

"The prom??" I asked.

"Relax, that's not until the end of the year. But this means we will have to find you a dress," she said. "I know, I'll ask Sandra to take you to the mall. You can spend the whole day shopping for clothes!"

Of course Sandra jumped at the chance to take me out shopping, and if that wasn't embarrassing enough, she made me wear my cheerleader outfit, complete with white Go-Go boots. At least I didn't have to bring my pom-poms.

The shopkeeper was another friend of hers, who immediately took a picture of me. "Are you looking for anything in particular today?" she asked.

I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking for, so I glanced over at Sandra, who said, "The little sissy is going to his first big dance, and he wants something really cute!"

"Oh, do you have a boyfriend taking you?" she asked.

I could already feel myself turning red. "No, I'm just going by myself," I said.

"Then we'll have to find something that will make you the center of attention," she said. "I'm sure we can find something the boys will notice."
I was starting to feel sick, and Sandra said, "We're not looking for slutwear, just something pretty for a young teenager."

I ended up trying on about a dozen dresses, and both Sandra and the shopkeeper took pictures of each one as I modeled it for them.

Sandra finally decided on a pink satin dress that looked a lot like my maid's uniform without the apron, trimmed in lace everywhere, but with petticoats giving it more volume. She also decided that I would look cute in fishnet stockings.

"Excellent choice!" the shopkeeper said.

As we left the store, I said, "That dress looks like something a ten-year old might wear."

"Would you have preferred the black mini-dress with the plunging neckline? Then every guy at the dance would be hitting on you," she said. "We can still go back and get that one if you'd like-"

"No, no, this is fine," I said. The last thing I needed was more attention from boys.

CHAPTER 11
THE SPRING FLING

Sandra drove Kathy and me to school for the Spring Fling. I was dressed in my new frilly pink dress, with matching hoop earrings, fishnet stockings and three-inch heels. The dance was in the main gym, which had been decorated with streamers hanging everywhere, but it still looked like a basketball court.

Arcadia was already there, and she greeted both of us with hugs.

"So what I am supposed to do here?" I asked Kathy.

"This is the Spring Fling," she said. "So find a guy to dance with, and start flinging yourself around the floor. You are not going to be a wallflower tonight.

"Try flirting with them. Look, there are some guys over at the punch table," she said helpfully.

Here I was, a boy dressed up as a girl, and now I had to get a boy to dance with me. "Uh, I really don't know how to flirt-"

"It's easy," Arcadia said. "Smile at them, toss your hair, and ask them to dance. There's nothing to it!"

She went on to try to teach me the finer points of flirting, but my sister ran out of patience. "Lick your lips to make them shine, throw back your shoulders, and get out there! Now GO!" Kathy said.

That settled it, off I went. I shuffled toward some boys at the long table of punch and refreshments. One guy looked reasonably normal, so I tried to smile and said, "Hi, I'm Alicia. Would you like to dance with me?"

He looked up from the punch bowl, and said, "Oh hi, you're a cheerleader. Hey, I'd like to but I'm here with my girlfriend, I'm just getting these drinks for us."

"OK," I said. I tossed my hair, and smiled over my shoulder at him as I walked on.

So I went up to the next guy, and asked him if he wanted to dance.

"Oh, you're Bimbo Girl, right?" he asked.

I clapped m hands together, and smiled and giggled like an idiot. "That's me. You saw me at the Talent Show?"

He laughed, and said, "Who could forget that? But I'm here with someone, thanks anyway."

I tried a couple more more guys, but both of them were here with their girlfriends too. Then I turned and plowed into a big guy's chest. Zane.

"Are you looking for a dance partner?" he asked, taking me by the hand.

"I…uh…I don't think-"

"Alicia, what is with you?" he asked, putting his arm around me, and steering me toward the side of the room. "You got something against me?"

I saw the nearby door that led down to the girl's locker room. "I told you before, I'm a freshman and I'm just not interested."

Then I broke away from him, and ran for the door. I made it through the door, and shut it behind me. I hoped he wouldn't try to follow me into the girl's locker room. Suddenly the door to the stairwell burst open, shoving me forward me against the wall, and nearly down the stairs.

I got my balance on those heels and turned to see Zane, his complexion somewhere between red and purple. He grabbed me by my lace collar, and slammed me up against the wall, nearly lifting me off my feet with one hand.

"Do you think you're some kind of princess?" he shouted at me. "Do you think you're too good for me?"

I could barely speak with his huge hand pressed against my neck and throat. "Let go of me! I'm not interested-"

The door burst open again, and three girls came into the stairwell.

"What are you doing here?" one of them shrieked. "This is the way to the girl's locker room!"

"This is none of your business!" he shouted.

"Get out of here or we'll call the teachers!" she yelled at him.

Zane reluctantly let go of me, and as he turned to leave, he looked back at me, and said, "This isn't over!"

Once Zane was gone, I said, "Thank you so much. They don't call him InZane for nothing!"

"You're real good at making friends all over, aren't you?" she asked. "Let's go down to the locker room."

The other two girls each took me by an arm, and walked me down the steps to our locker room.

"What's going on?" I asked. "What are we doing here-"

Then she slapped me hard across the cheek. "You got problems with your boyfriend, so you try to steal ours?" she asked.

My cheek stung and I shook my head. "No, I was just talking to some boys-"

She stuck a cloth in my mouth, and kept stuffing it in until it filled my mouth.

"You've done enough talking! You cheerleaders think you can do anything you want and get away with it!" she said. "Get her down on the floor, and get her stockings off."

I tried to scream into the gag, but only muffled sounds came out as the two girls wrestled me down to my knees, and then face down on the floor. All I could think was that if they started taking my clothes off, they were going to find out I was a girl with something extra, and then what would they do to me?

My arms were pinned behind my back, and then I felt my shoes being ripped off, and my stockings being peeled away. Then the girls started pulling at my hair and using my stockings to tie my ankles and wrists.

"I wish we could tie her hair to her ankles, that would fix her!" one of them said.

"Too bad we don't have a scissors, we could just cut her hair off!" another one said.

"The stockings aren't long enough, just loop it around her neck and tie it off. That ought to hold her for a while!"

Now my ankles and wrists were tied together, and my neck was pulled back too, so I could hardly move.

"She's not going to be bothering our boyfriends tonight any more, that's for sure!"

"Yeah, that'll take the hots out of her!"

"See you around, cheerleader!"

Then the girls were gone, and I was face down with a mouth full of cloth, tied up with my own stockings. But these girls weren't bondage experts like Sandra, so I figured I could find some slack in the bindings. I twisted and turned, and as I groped for my ankle bindings, the stocking around my neck suddenly tightened!

Those idiots must have tied some kind of slip-knot around my neck! Now if I moved the wrong way, I could strangle myself! I tried to scream again, but the gag muffled everything. I worked my jaw muscles and tongue, trying to push it out of my mouth. I had almost gotten it completely out of my mouth, and then the door opened.

I managed to spit the cloth out of my mouth just as I heard footsteps get louder as someone approached me.

"Help!" I gasped. "Please help!"

With my hair spilled all around my face, I could only see a pair of black dress shoes in front of me. Then he took a handful of hair, and pulled me up on my knees. I winced against the pain, and then opened my eyes to see Zane.

"So how are you doing, Princess?" he asked.

"Please untie my neck before I choke to death!" I gasped.

"You're really little Miss Popularity tonight, aren't you?"

"Zane, I'm dying here! Please!"

"Is that so? Then maybe you'd like to tell me why you're such a bitch!"

I could hardly breathe now. "I'm sorry about that," was all I could say before I started making little choking and gurgling sounds.

"All right," he said, and started prying the stocking away from my neck. As I caught my breath, he started untying the other end from my legs. But once my legs were free, he grabbed for my panties!

"No!" I gasped, and tried to force my legs together.

But he was strong, and he ripped my panties off. "Now I'm going to give you what you deserve!"

I could only watch helplessly as he pulled my legs apart, groped down there…and stopped. "What the hell?" he asked.

"I tried to tell you to leave me alone," I said.

"You're a guy? A cheerleader?"

"I…I'm transgender. My sister said it would be OK for me to be a cheerleader. I didn't want anyone to know-"

That was all I got to say before he stuffed my panties in my mouth. Then he wrapped the stocking around my head to gag me, and tied it off. "I know just what to do with you!" he said.

Then he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and headed for the back door that led out into the students parking lot. He opened the door, and said, "Looks like the parking lot is empty."

I tried to struggle, I tried to scream through the gag, but he just kept walking, and there was nothing I could do. He must have carried me across half of the parking lot before he stopped and I heard the chirp of a clicker. The lid of a car trunk opened and he dumped me inside. "We're going on a road trip," he said. "So get comfortable and enjoy the ride, because you're going to be in there for a while."

Then he shut the lid on me, and everything was dark. Soon the car started up, and we were on our way. Tonight I had been worried about dancing with boys, and instead I had been bound, gagged, nearly choked, and now I was being kidnapped by this psychopath, and being taken to parts unknown.

* * * * *

Alone in the darkness of the trunk, I lost track of time and must have dozed off. As scared as I was, I was too exhausted to stay awake, and while the stockings wrapped around me were confining, they weren't too tight to hurt. Then I woke with a start; the car had stopped. Suddenly I shivered as I felt chilled all over. Wherever he had taken me, it was cold.

Eventually the trunk opened, and when Zane pulled me out, it was dark and chilly.

"We're here, Princess," he said, as he dragged me toward a large mansion.

The pavement was cold against my bare feet, as I had lost my shoes back at school, and my stockings were wrapped around my wrists and head. He opened the door, and marched me inside to a large foyer. A mean-looking woman stood there all dressed in brown leather, holding a riding crop across her chest.

"Madame, this is Alicia,and she is a handful," Zane said.

"We'll see," the woman said, handing him a bulky envelope. "Thank you, Zane, as we discussed."

"A pleasure doing business with you," he said, and as he turned to leave, he added, "Now she's your problem!"

Zane left, and I had the sinking feeling that I had just been sold. I tentatively glanced up at this woman.

She stepped forward and said, "So you're really a boy under that dress?"

As I nodded, she lifted my dress and took a good look at me.

I took a half-step back, not that it mattered. She saw my penis in its metal prison.

"Zane says you're more trouble than your worth, but I think that once you're well-beaten, you'll do as you're told."

I tried to speak but it was hopeless with my mouth stuffed with panties.

"What DO you have to say for yourself?" she asked, untying my gag, and using it to extract the panties from my mouth.

I gasped for air and caught my breath. "Ma'am, you don't have to beat me! Please, I will do whatever you want!"

"Is that so? This establishment caters to straight men. We have no use for a little boy, even a pretty one like you. Unless of course you can give blow jobs."

"Uh…well…" I started.

"Have you ever given a blow job?" she asked.

I quickly decided that now was not the time to start lying to her. "Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"Perhaps you are good for something, then," she said, and called out, "Barry!"

A large man in suit lumbered over. "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Barry, we have a little sissy here that would like to give you a blow job," she said, and then turned to me. "Isn't that right, Alicia?"

I looked up at the big man, and for a moment wondered how big his cock would be. But it didn't matter, I had to do it. "Yes, sir," I said. "May I suck your cock?"

"Let's go in the side room," the Madame said. "I want to see what I paid for."

We went in the side room, and she pushed me down on my knees on the carpet. Barry was already unzipping his pants.

"Ma'am, could I use my hands to do this?" I asked.

"You've never done this tied up before?" she asked.

"Well, yes but-"

"Then do it!" she ordered me.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and turned to see the half-erect penis in my face, and it was already larger than I expected.

I took it in my mouth, and started sliding it in and out.

"Hold it!" the big guy said. "I don't know where you learned to suck cock, but you're going to have to do better than that!"

"But everyone likes it when I do this!" I protested, and I felt I had sucked off enough people to know.

"That's fine if you're giving it to your little boyfriends for free. But our customers pay for service here, and they expect their money's worth. Just licking and sucking doesn't cut it here. I want to see you make eye contact with me when you suck my cock! Our customers want to know you enjoy having them ram their cocks into your face! That you're not the least bit unhappy or embarrassed about being on your knees sucking a man's cock. They want you to act like their cock is the most delicious thing in the world! Understand me?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered, looking him in the eye. "I'll do better."

I must have turned bright red. Oh, this was beyond humiliating. My hands tied behind my back, I could only stare up at him as his cock grew as it slid in and out of my mouth. At last he spurted inside me, and I tried my best to swallow everything.

"Sir, was that OK?" I asked.

"Do you think you're finished?" he asked.

"But…what-"

"Aren't you going to thank me for letting you suck my cock?"

I swallowed hard, the salty taste still in my mouth. Then I looked up at him again. "Thank you, sir," I said. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

"Do you really expect me to put that sticky think back in my pants?" he asked. "Lick it clean!"

"Yes, sir," I said, and slid his cock in and out of my mouth to clean it.

"And now kiss it, so it knows you like it!"

I looked at the disgusting thing starting to wilt in front of me, and leaned forward and kissed it. "Thank you, sir," I said again.

"Very good, Alicia," the Madam said. "Do you think you can remember to do all of that from now on?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I'm sure of it."

"Barry, take this little thing up to room 6, and tell Jade and Cherry to take care of her."

He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like I was a feather, and carried me up the stairs. Walking down a hallway, I saw several open doorways, with women in various states of undress in each one. I was now a prisoner in a whorehouse.

He dumped me on a cot in a small room, and then all I could do was wait there with my hands tied behind me. Soon, two young Asian women dressed only in their lingerie came to visit me,and introduced themselves. Jade was Chinese, and Cherry was Japanese. Apparently some of the house's customers had a thing for Asian women.

"It looks like you've already had a long day," Cherry said. "Let's get you a shower."

I was so tired that I would agree to anything, so the women untied me, took my remaining clothes off, and walked me down the hall to the shower.

"What's that thing you've got on your penis?" Jade asked.

"It's a bondage device," I mumbled. "My family put it on me so I can't have an erection."

"So you can't take it off?" she asked.

"No, I don't have the key," I said.

Then I got in the shower and the warm water felt so good, running all over me that I didn't even care about these two strangers seeing me naked.

After I toweled off, they took me back to my room, gave me a nightgown, and locked the door behind them. I was so tired I couldn't even think, and quickly went to sleep.

In some ways, being locked up in a whorehouse was better than living at home for me. The first day there, the women brought me three meals which I had to eat in my room, but at least I was allowed to eat like a human being, and not on the floor with my hands tied behind my back. But they didn't give me any clothes. Aside from my nightgown, all I had to wear was my bra and panties. And then at night, the door would open and a man would enter.

I did what I had been taught to do. I asked him to let me suck his cock, I sucked on it like it was delicious, I licked it clean, kissed it, and then thanked him for letting me suck it. Three other men followed that night, and I must have satisfied everyone because no complaints were brought to my attention. I figured that if I had done something wrong, they would have let me know about it.

The next night was more of the same. I gave the customers blow jobs, and I stayed locked in my room the rest of the day. I had been kidnapped and was being held prisoner, but on the bright side, as long as I was here, I didn't have to put up with Kathy. It almost seemed like a fair trade. Then the Madam came to visit me.

"Ma'am, uh, how long am I going to be staying here?" I asked.

"As long as I want you to," she said. "Are you unhappy here?"

"Well…my family doesn't know what happened to me, and I'm on spring break right now, so I'm supposed to be going back to school soon."

"Don't worry about any of that," she said. "You will be our guest here for as long as I say so. Just behave yourself, and things won't become unpleasant for you!"

I gulped. "Yes, Ma'am," I said.

The next night, my first visitor was a police officer! I stared up and down at his blue uniform in amazement.

"Sir, are you really a police officer?" I asked.

"Yes, Reno Police Department, but I'm off duty, and the Madam says you give blow jobs."

"You've got to get me out of here! I was kidnapped! I'm being held prisoner here-"

"Kid, did you hear what I said? I'm off duty! I just want a blow job!"

"But this is illegal! I'm underage! All of this is against the law!"

The cop just shook his head, and the door opened. The Madam came into the room, followed by two other women.

"Do you want me to get rid of him?" the cop asked her. "I'll just take him out in the desert, and they'll never find his body."

"No, we'll deal with him here," she said. "One of the other girls will take care of you."

"You can't do this to me!" I shouted at the police officer. "You're a cop, you can't-"

The Madam slapped me hard across the face, making my cheek burn.

"Ohh!" I gasped. As I held my sore cheek, the girls grabbed me and started tying my hands behind me with rope.

"Take him down to the basement," the Madam said.

I tried to protest but one of the girls punched me in the stomach, and then they dragged me out of the room and down the stairs to the basement, where they finished binding my ankles, and then hogtied me.

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

"We're going to teach you not to get us in trouble with the cops!" the Madam said. "You are so stupid! Did you think that cop wasn't on the payroll here just like everyone else?"

Before I could think of something to say, she tied a cloth around my mouth and gagged me. Then she shoved me face down on the floor.

Soon I heard lots of footsteps approaching. Then the Madam stood over me, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me up to my knees.

"Alicia, you're about to learn that snitches get stitches!"

I shook my head, but she walked around behind me. Suddenly another woman stood over me. Her slap made my cheek sting, and my head spin. I moaned from the pain, and when I looked up, another woman had taken her place, and she slapped me so hard that I fell over on my side.

The Madam grabbed my hair, and pulled me up to my knees again.

Now I could see that there was a line of women in front of me. It looked like every girl in the house was getting a chance to beat me. Then the next girl backhanded my other cheek. And another girl punched me in the nose. Then the line of girls just kept coming, and now they were throwing punches. Each time they knocked me over, the Madam would pull me up by my hair again. I could feel blood trickling from my nose, and my vision blurred from the tears filling my eyes.

But there was nowhere for me to go, and the Madam held me up as one girl after another slapped or punched me. It finally ended with me sobbing on the floor, toppled over on my side. The girls left the room, and it was just me and the Madam.

"Alicia, I could have let that cop bury you in a shallow grave out in the desert," she said. "But I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself by earning more money for me."

Then she undid the hogtie, and untied my legs. I just sniffled through my gag, relieved that the beating was over. But then she tied a rope around my neck, and got me up on my feet. She threw the rope over a ceiling pipe, and let the other end of it dangle.

"Let's get you up on this stool," she said.

There was a small stool on the floor, about two feet high. She lifted me up onto the stool, and then tied off the other end of the rope wrapped around my neck.

"You're going to spend the night here. I'll come down here tomorrow morning to check on you," she said. "To see if you're still alive."

I tried to scream into the gag. She was going to leave me tied up in my underwear, and balanced on this stool for the entire night. If I slipped off the stool, I would hang myself!

"So you might want to try to stay awake and keep your balance, while you think about what you tried to do to us," she said. "And if we find you dead tomorrow, we'll just bury you out in the desert in a shallow grave. It's really all the same to me."

I shook my head again, and tried to plead with her, but she just turned her back and walked away.

This was the worst night of my life. I was beaten and exhausted, but if I even nodded off for a moment, I would fall off the stool and choke to death. I just had to stand there in the dark with my hair hanging all around me. My whole face ached from the beating, but if I started crying then my nose might get stuffed up, and it was hard enough to breathe with this gag in my mouth. And so I waited there perched on the little stool, hour after hour.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and some light streamed in. I looked up to see the Madam walking toward me.

"You're still alive?" she asked. "I expected to see your dead body hanging from that pipe."

I just whimpered into my gag. She might just kick the stool away, and finish me off.

"If I let you down, are you going to be an obedient little cocksucker, and do as you're told?"

I nodded my head.

She reached up and untied the rope from my neck, and then pulled me off the stool. I tripped and nearly collapsed on the floor. She grabbed me, and untied my wrists. I nearly screamed at the pain as I rubbed my wrists.

"Go back up to your room and go to sleep," she said. "We will discuss this later."

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled into the gag, and stumbled toward the door on unsteady legs.

I somehow made it upstairs and back to my room, and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I looked in the mirror and saw the left side of my face was swollen, I had a black eye, and dried blood from a nosebleed on my upper lip. Eventually Jade and Cherry brought me breakfast, a tray with some toast and a muffin. They set it aside on a chair.

"You don't look so pretty any more," Jade said.

Before the incident with the cop, most of the girls were curious about me, or just indifferent to me. Now they had it in for me.

"Yeah, looks like the little boy-girl got a good beating," Cherry said.

"Maybe the sissy hasn't learned his lesson yet," Jade said. "We were busy, and didn't get to beat you when all the other girls did."

"Please don't hurt me," I begged. "I just want to go home. My family must be worried about me."

"This IS your home now, faggot!" Jade said. "You're our little cocksucker now, because that's all you're good for!"

"Maybe that's not all he's good for," Cherry said. "Maybe tonight they'll bring in some guys that want to try out that tight little ass of his!"

Then both girls burst into laughter, as I tried not to tremble as I backed away toward my bed.

"Where are you going, sissy boy?" Jade asked.

"Please, I don't want any trouble," I begged. "I already got a beating."

"Yeah, but we didn't get to beat you last night," Jade said as both girls moved in on me. "Why should we miss out on all the fun?"

I slid along the wall away from them until I was cowering in the corner before the two girls."

"Don't worry, faggot, we won't hit you in the face," Cherry said. "Your face is already messed up enough!"

Then the girls grabbed me by my arms and hair. I tried to struggle, but they were much stronger than me, and threw me face down on my bed. Then one of them pulled my panties down while the other one grabbed my arms and locked them behind me.

"I didn't bring this brush here to fix your hair!" Jade said.

Then I felt the sting of the hairbrush against my naked butt. I groaned as she hit me over and over. She must have hit me dozens of times on both cheeks as I twisted and squirmed. I tried not to scream, and in between moans I begged her to stop.

Finally, she stopped. By now I felt both of my butt cheeks were on fire as I lay there whimpering, face down on the bed. Then I felt a towel being wrapped around my mouth.

After they tied the towel around my head, Jade said, "Your turn. The towel should keep the little cry baby from making so much noise."

Then the girls traded places, and Jade grabbed my arms and pinned me to the bed.

Another smack on my cheek as Cherry started in on me. My butt was already sore, and she hit me over and over until I was screaming into the towel gag.

"Maybe the little faggot will think twice before he tries to turn us in to the police," Cherry said."

"I'm still not sure," Jade said. "Give him a taste of the bristles."

Suddenly my butt felt like it was on fire as Cherry rubbed the stiff bristles into my aching butt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I screamed into my gag.

"He's not going to sit down for a week when I'm done with him," Cherry said.

"Doesn't matter," Jade said. "The faggot doesn't need to sit down, he does all his work on his knees.

After what seemed like forever, Cherry stopped and asked, "Now are you going to behave yourself?"

I nodded my head as quickly as I could.

At last the girls let me go, and got up to leave. "Enjoy your breakfast," Cherry said.

After I managed to compose myself, I pulled up my panties and used the towel to dry my tears. As I ate the breakfast they left for me, I realized this place was much worse even than home. At least Kathy and Sandra would keep me alive for abuse and torture. The women in this house didn't care if I lived or died. They would just bury me out somewhere in the desert.

That night I had a few customers. Bruised and battered as I was, I begged each man to let me suck his cock, I sucked him, licked him clean, kissed him, and thanked him, just as I had been told. Then another customer entered my room. A cop. Same Reno police uniform, but a different cop. I was sure I was being tested, but I had learned my lesson. I didn't care if God himself walked through that door, I would give Him a blow job too. So I gave the cop the same service as everyone else.

A few minutes later, the door opened again. This time it was the Madam. "Well done, Alicia. They say you don't learn much from the second time a mule kicks you. So maybe we won't have to kill you after all."

I gulped and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."

A week went by with me servicing a half-dozen of their customer every night. At least they hadn't beaten me again, and my bruises were healing. I could barely see a faint trace of my black eye. Then one afternoon, Jade and Cherry came into my room, carrying my dress, and ordered me to put it on. I did so, and they tied my hands behind my back.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"Shut up," Jade said.

Then she started wrapping a cloth over my eyes, and around my head, blindfolding me.

"What's going on?" I asked as everything went dark.

"I said, shut up!" Jade said.

Then one of them picked me up, and carried me out of the room and down the stairs.

I didn't know what they were doing, or if they were taking me out somewhere to kill me, but I was too afraid to ask again. Soon we were downstairs, and I heard the Madam's voice.

"Alicia, you've been sold," she said.

"Sold??" I asked. "How can you sell me?"

"Yes, I know it's hard to believe anyone would want you, but business is business," she said. "Jade, take him out front. The car is waiting."

There was nothing I could do, and I didn't know what to say. I was already a sex slave in a whorehouse, and now I was being sold into something even worse? I felt a breeze as I was carried outside, and then I felt someone tugging at the ropes on my wrists, but they didn't untie me.

"You want him in the backseat or the trunk?" Jade asked.

I didn't hear a response, but the next thing I knew, I was shoved face down into the back seat of a car, and the door slammed shut behind me. I didn't know where I was being taken, or who I belonged to. Then the engine started up, and I heard a female voice say, "Do it."

A pair of hands grabbed me, and pulled my blindfold off.

"You look like a total mess," she said.

I blinked. It was my sister Kathy, and I was actually happy to see her! Well, maybe more like relieved that I wasn't being sold into slavery. Sandra was in the driver's seat.

"Kathy!" I blurted out, and then corrected myself. "I mean Mistress Katherine! How did you find me?"

"We found your shoes in the locker room, and some of the girls said they had seen you with Zane. It took a few days to track him down on spring break, but after we threatened him with kidnapping charges, he admitted he had brought you here."

"The Madam said you bought me," I said.

Kathy scoffed. "Really? Who would pay good money for YOU? She just didn't want the FBI looking into all kinds of felony charges for holding you, so she asked us to come up here and take you off her hands. So we had to waste half a day driving up here, and now the rest of the day driving home."

"Oh," I said. "Thank you for bringing me home. But could you please untie me?"

"Shut up!" Kathy said. "You've already wasted enough of our time. And those ropes aren't too tight, so you'll be fine on the drive home."

CHAPTER 12
ALICIA'S FIRST PROM

It was a long, quiet ride home, and I was so exhausted from the past week that I fell asleep in the car. They had to wake me up when we arrived. After a shower it actually felt good to have clothes on again, even if it was a frilly pink nightgown.

Sandra tied me to the bed, and then sat down. "So what happened to your face?" she asked.

"I tried to escape from that house," I said.

"I take it that didn't go to well," She said.

"No, and they gave me a beating for it."

"So what did you do there for the whole week?"

"I spent most of the day locked in my room in my underwear," I said. "And then at night, they brought men in to see me. Maybe five or six customers a night."

She nodded. "Were they only interested in your mouth?"

"Yes, all they wanted from me was a blow job," I said. I didn't bother to share the details about having to lick their cocks clean and then kiss them. The last thing I wanted was to give Sandra and Kathy any more ideas on how to humiliate me.

"Then it sounds like you'll be ready to go back to school on Monday," she said, and got up to leave.

"Um…what about Zane?"

"We talked to him. We came to an agreement, in fact," she said. "He apologized for abducting you, and we won't file criminal charges against him that would lead to a very messy trial for both him and you. And in return, he won't bother you for the rest of the term."

"So then he'll graduate, and he'll be gone?"

"Yes, but there is one tiny detail we agreed to," she said.

My eyes narrowed. "What is this tiny detail?"

"After this semester is over, we agreed to let him take you to the prom."

For a moment, I thought I hadn't heard her right. I looked up at her. "Did you say he wants to take me to the prom??"

"It seems he regrets the way he treated you-"

"But he knows I'm not really a girl! Why would he want to take me to the prom?"

Sandra shook her head. "They don't call him InZane for nothing, you know," she said.

"I can't believe this! Because of him, I had to spend a week sucking cocks in a whorehouse. He could have got me killed! He belongs in jail, and now I have to go to a dance with him??"

"That pretty much sums things up," she said. "In exchange for him not telling anyone about you, he gets to take you to the prom. But the prom isn't for a couple of months, so we'll have plenty of time to discuss this again. Now you really need to get some rest."

I just felt so helpless about all these decisions being made about me. "Yes, Mistress Sandra," was all I could say.

After she left the room, I lay there in the dark thinking about how frustrating, how unfair life could be. But on some level I was actually relieved to be tied to a bed in a pink nightgown. At least I was safe here in my own home, no one was threatening to kill me, and I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Sandra took me to the salon.

Jennifer was horrified. She picked up a handful of limp hair, and let it fall across my shoulder. "Alicia, what happened to your hair?" she asked.

"I had a rough week," was all I said.

But Sandra was willing to elaborate. "The poor thing spent the last week working in a whorehouse," she said. "The customers there really didn't care about hair or makeup."

"Oh, so as long as you could suck their cocks, they were happy?" Jennifer asked, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled. This is why I didn't share the gory details of my abuse with Sandra.

"Well then, we have some work to do, so let's get your hair washed," she said, tying my wrists behind me.

After much primping and teasing, and another eternity tied to a chair under a hair dryer, my hair was fluffed up and feathered again. I finally got the chance to look at myself in the mirror, and sighed. Bimbo Girl was back.

When Sandra returned, she was delighted to see me. "That's more like it!" she said.

Now that my hairdo was its voluminous self again, I was back at school on Monday morning. The last trace of my black eye was barely noticeable, but I had used some makeup to cover it anyway. Other kids were talking about all the fun they had on spring break, but not me. I just kept my mouth shut, and went to my classes.

Friday night was the day I wasn't looking forward to. It was our basketball team's first game since spring break. I didn't even want to look at Zane. I wouldn't even cheer when he made a basket. Despite my sister's dirty looks, I just stood there with my pom-poms on my hips.

Finally she came over and took me by the arm. "If you don't start cheering," she whispered, "When we get home, I am going to kick your ass!"

He only made a couple more baskets after that, so each time I waved my pom-poms a little. My sister did not look pleased.

We won the game, so everyone was happy. Kathy told me to put all the pom-poms away in the supply room, and everyone else started filing out of the gym. After I dropped off all the pom-poms, I turned to go, and Zane was blocking the door out to the gym.

"Alicia, I gotta talk to you," he said.

"I don't have anything to say to you," I said. "I had to spend a week in a whorehouse thanks to you. How much money did they pay you for that, anyway? And they could have killed me!"

"I'm sorry about that, I was really angry because you had lied about who you are, and you made a fool out of me. You wouldn't give me the time of day, and then you flirted with all those guys at the dance. And by the way, I DID save your life when you were choking to death!"

"And now you're blackmailing me about telling everyone about my identity, so I have to go to the prom with you!"

"Then tell me, what's the deal with you? Are you gay?"

"Are YOU gay? Why do you want to go to a dance with a boy who's living as a girl?"

He shrugged. "It's something new. A side of life I haven't seen before."

"Oh, so I'm a new experience for you? Look, I'll go to the stupid prom with you, but until then, I don't want anything to do with you," I said. "And if you ever bother me between now and then, I'll tell my sister and then you can deal with her!"

Apparently he didn't want to have to deal with Kathy any more than I did. She has that way with people. "All right," he said, and stepped aside so I could leave the room. "I just wanted a new start with you."

I hurried past him out into the gym. "See you in a couple of months," I called back to him.

That night I wore a butt plug to bed. My half-hearted efforts at cheering for Zane had not completely satisfied my sister, but at least she didn't stick a vibrating one inside me, which she informed me would happen if I ever did that again.

Soon the basketball season was over, and I won't bore you with the details of my life for the rest of the spring semester. Things became routine; at least as routine as they can be when you're forced to go to school dressed as a girl, with a huge mane of hair that a male lion would be proud of. Sometimes in the evenings I would wear a ball gag, and other times a penis gag when I was chained up in my pink maid's uniform. Every night I had to touch up my nails; they always had to be perfect.

Most of my weekends were spent down in the basement with Sandra. I spent many hours tied up and gagged in all kinds of creative ways, in various states of dress and undress. But at least she didn't beat me unless I gave her a good reason. I just did as I was told, and she made videos of me, all tied up and helpless, struggling against ropes I couldn't possibly get out of.

And somehow I survived an entire year of school without anyone knowing I wasn't really a girl. My grades were good too, and I had learned how to cook. I was done with final exams, and all that remained was prom night. All I had to do was go to the big dance with Zane, the guy who had engaged in sex-trafficking by transporting a minor across state lines. What could possibly go wrong?

* * * * *

The spring term at school was over, and the day of the prom was finally here. My hair was all fluffed up, my nails were bright red, I wore red hoop earrings and shiny pink lip gloss. None of this went with the horrible lime-green bridesmaid dress that Kathy had insisted I wear.

And then Zane arrived at the house dressed in a black-and-white tuxedo to pick me up, looked at me and said, "Nice dress!"

It figured that a guy who looked like a tall penguin had no taste in clothes. "Thanks," I said.

He tried to make small talk on the drive to school, but I just kept giving him one-word answers.

The school gym was already full of kids when we got there. I noticed Arcadia was there, but Kathy and her date hadn't arrived yet. Then Zane took me by the arm and started dragging me out onto the dance floor.

"Where are we going?" I demanded.

"We're going to dance," he said. "This is a dance, remember?"

The music was some kind of ballad, which meant this was a slow dance, which meant his paws would be all over me.

"Um, I'm not much of a dancer," I said. "I'm only here because it was part of the deal."

He had one arm around my waist, and used it to steer me around the floor. "Then what do you do for fun?" he asked.

"I…I don't really have a lot of fun. I study a lot, and being a cheerleader is a lot more work than people think. There isn't a lot of time for fun."

"I still don't know what your deal is," he said. "Do you like girls? What is it with you?"

It suddenly felt a lot warmer in the room. "I…I can't explain it," I said, talking to his chest as we shuffled around in a circle. "It's complicated."

"Then why don't you start at the beginning so I can understand what's going on?" he said. "When did you start dressing like this?"

"Shhhh!" I whispered. "Don't talk about that here!"

Then the music ended, and I broke away from him. I hurried to the refreshment table, and quickly poured a cup of punch. As I gulped it down, Zane caught up with me.

"Alicia, I'm getting tired of this nonsense," he said.

"Leave me alone," I said, putting my drink down, and trying to put some distance between us. As I hurried away, I glanced around the room to see if I knew anyone here.

But Zane had followed me, and as I reached the side of the gym, I felt his arm around my waist again, this time steering me toward a door.

"You don't want to talk out there? Fine, let's go where we can have some privacy."

"I don't want to go anywhere with you," I protested.

But he shoved me through the door, and dragged me down a flight of stairs. "Yeah, I'm sure you don't," he said.

We went through another door, and we were alone in the boys locker room. I had never been here before, but it looked a lot like ours, with rows of lockers and benches in front of them.

"Now what is going on with you? You're a boy dressed as a girl. You're a cheerleader, and you sing and dance, and call yourself Bimbo Girl. You flirted with guys at the Spring Fling, but you won't give me the time of day!"

I looked up at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm just not interested in you?"

"Oh, so I'm not good enough for little Miss Cheerleader? Or should I call you little Mister Cheerleader? What do you think you are, some kind of princess? You know what I think? You're nothing but a slut, and sissy boy-slut at that! I mean, how many cocks did you suck at that whorehouse? How many times did you get down on your knees-"

I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. I even heard the echo bounce around the locker room.

His whole face turned to a mask of rage, and I barely saw him rear back to throw a punch. The next thing I know, his fist landed flush on the side of my face, everything went white, and the room spun around as I toppled over.

Everything was foggy as he picked me up and threw me over a bench. My head started to clear as I felt him pull up my dress and rip my panties off. I groaned as he shoved me forward across the bench with my butt up in the air.

"It's not your mouth I'm gonna stick my cock in, Princess," he snarled at me. "Let's see how you like this!"

"HELP!" I screamed. "HELP! RAPE!"

"Shut up!" he shouted at me.

But I kept screaming, "RAPE! HELP! RAPE!"

As he grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me back, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"What is all the commotion in here?" a woman's voice asked, and then, "Oh my God! Henry, get down here right away!"

One of the teachers was here, and then another one arrived to find me bent over a bench with my naked butt up in the air.

"Zane, what do you think you're doing?" she shouted. "Let go of her!"

"She's not a girl, she's a boy!" he shouted. "And he's been making a fool of me!"

"Get off her!" the other teacher shouted. "Get out of here!"

"But that bastard-" Zane started.

"I said, get out of here!" he repeated.

Zane finally got the message and stormed out. My head was throbbing as the woman teacher helped me up onto the bench.

"Did he hurt you?" she asked.

"He punched me," I said. "I have a splitting headache and the whole side of my face hurts."

"Your cheek looks swollen," she said. "Since you can talk, I don't think your jaw is broken but let's get some ice on that."

The other teacher asked me, "Alicia, is what he said true?"

"I'm transgender," I mumbled. "The rest of it is his problem."

They gave me a bag of ice and I just sat there holding it against my face, thinking that now everyone would know about me. I was about to become the most famous…no, infamous girl in school.

After a while, my sister and Arcadia came down into the locker room.

"Alicia, what happened?" Arcadia asked.

"Zane hit me, and then he tried to rape me. The teachers stopped him."

"Let's get you home," Kathy said. "I just called Sandra and she'll be here in ten minutes to pick us up."

"You're leaving too?" I asked. "Didn't you just get here?"

"Yes but my date was a total jerk. He didn't even want to dance with me, he just wanted to be seen with the head cheerleader.

I got up, and felt light headed. "Whoa," I said, as my knees gave way and I immediately sat back down.

"Put your arm around my shoulder," Arcadia said.

I got to my feet by leaning on her, and she helped me up the stairs with her arm around my waist. We made our way across the gym, and I am sure every kid there was pointing and whispering about me. Finally we made it out of the building and into the parking lot. Arcadia went back to the dance, leaving me with Kathy, and soon Sandra drove up to take us home.

"Alicia, you had a rough time at the dance?" Sandra asked.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled.

"That nut-job InZane punched her lights out and then tried to rape her," Kathy explained.

At least now the ice was numbing the pain, and I had a chance to reflect that this was actually the best dance I had ever been to. Of course I had only been to two dances, but the other one had ended with me being tied up, kidnapped, and sold to a brothel.

The following morning, Sandra was merciful. After she untied me, she let me stay in bed and recuperate with a cold pack on my face. That afternoon, Arcadia showed up.

"How are you doing today?" she asked.

"A little better," I said. "At least I don't have a headache any more."

"Getting knocked out will do that," she said. "That happens all the time in martial arts. But your face looks better, not so red and swollen any more."

"So what happened at the dance after I left?" I asked.

"As you might guess, you were the only topic of conversation. After you and Kathy left, everyone was asking me about you."

"Oh my God," I said. "What did they want to know?"

"About what you would expect. Are you really a boy? Did I know you're a boy? Is Kathy really your sister? Do you like boys? Do you like girls? Do you still have a penis?"

I just lay there and groaned. "I can't ever go back to that school."

Arcadia shook her head. "I wouldn't recommend it. But maybe Ron and Sandra can figure something out. A different school."

"I sure hope so," I said. "One where they don't have dances."

A couple of days later my jaw didn't hurt so much any more that Sandra decided I had recovered enough to model for her. So she made me dress up in my cheerleader outfit, took me down to the basement, and tied me up with my hands over my head, my ankles bound, and a ball gag in my mouth.

Then while she was away, Kathy came down to see me.

"I asked Sandra where you were, and she said you were tied up," Kathy said. "So I figured you were down here."

I nodded, and she started unbuckling my gag.

"I heard that Zane's been banned from the school, from ever returning to any alumni functions. If he hadn't already graduated, he would have been expelled, but since he's not a student any more, there's nothing else they can do."

The gag plopped out of my mouth. "So that's it? He gets away with punching me and then trying to rape me?"

Kathy shrugged. "They're just going to treat it as a lovers' quarrel. Or would you like to press charges against him this time? Have you grown a spine since he kidnapped you? Are you willing to testify in court against him now? His parents have money, so they'll have some nasty lawyers cross-examining you, and everyone we know will be in the courtroom, listening to the story of a sissy-boy cheerleader who got beat up by his boyfriend," she said. "So are you ready to grow a pair, and go through that?"

The thought of me being grilled about everything I had done in the past year made me sick to my stomach. "Uh…I…uh-"

"I didn't think so," she said. "Because no matter how badly you get hurt, you're such a wimp and a coward that you'll never stand up for yourself because you're afraid you'll get hurt more!"

My chin sank to my chest. There was a lot of truth to that. All the abuse I had taken wasn't as bad as the idea of being publicly humiliated in front of the entire world.

She lifted my chin and looked me in the eye. "Why do you think we made you into a girl? Because you're such a weakling that you'll never grow up to be a man! You're better off as a simpering little girl, because that's all you'll ever be!"

As I tried to think of something to say, some way to defend myself, she gripped my face between her thumb and fingers, my still sore jaw making me wince.

"Isn't that right?" she asked, holding a penis gag up to my mouth.

There was only one thing I could say if I didn't want another beating. "Yes, Mistress Katherine."

She shoved the gag in my mouth, and buckled it. "And now we have all of summer vacation ahead of us, and I'm sure it will be just as much fun as last summer! For one thing, Sandra's friend Amanda is having another one of her costume parties for the Fourth of July, and you're going, so you might as well start practicing your cocksucking again!"

My eyes went wide. Another costume party? What would they make me wear this time?

I started to protest, but she said, "You know, I think you look a little too comfortable there."

Then as I watched, she untied my ankles, pulled my left foot up to my calf, and as I balanced on one foot, she tied my ankle back to my calf.

"There, that's much better," she said. "When I get a chance, I'll tell Sandra I made an improvement to your bondage, and see how she likes it."

I whimpered into the gag as I hung by my wrists and hopped to get my balance back.

"Something the matter? I'll tell you what…twenty years from now you can send me your therapy bills, when you're crying to your analyst about how your mean old big sister made you dress up as a girl," she said. "In the meanwhile, you should have plenty to think about."

So there I was, alone in the basement, hanging by my wrists and trying to balance on one foot while I sucked on a penis gag. But all I could think about was what my sister might have in store for me. Sandra's friends had abused me over and over at the Halloween party, and in a couple of weeks, they were going to get their hands on me again. And what about the rest of this summer? Could it possibly be as bad as last summer? And when I have to go back to school, what will the other kids think of me? How am I going to explain myself there?

And so, dear reader, our story of Alicia's freshman year in high school comes to a close. What adventures lie ahead for him this summer? Will his sophomore year be as exciting as his freshman year? Will our little hero ever get out from under his sister's thumb? All good questions, but those are tales yet to be told in another story.

The End