CHAPTER 1
ANDY GOES DOWN UNDER

I'm Andy Miles, and I was a swimming prodigy. My name isn't short for Andrew, but Andrea. It's an old fashioned European name, pronounced An-DRAY-uh. I was 12-years old, and a member of the U.S. Junior National Swim Team when we went to Australia for the World Championships. Most of the kids were 14 or 15-years old, and twice as big as me, but it didn't matter. I had already been the world record holder in all of my events for the past year. I actually made the team when I was 11, and no one could beat me then, either. I was a lean, mean swimming machine, with a super-flexible body.

We had a rivalry with the Australian kids, and I was in the middle of it. The Australians love sports, and they seem to love swimming most of all. What they didn't love was me dominating their best swimmers in all of my events. So things started out badly as soon as our plane landed in Sydney, and a few dozen people started booing our team as we walked through the airport terminal.

I swam in three events at the swim meet, the 400, 800, and 1500-meter freestyle. At each race, the crowd would start booing me the moment I walked out on the pool deck. Then they would go into their sing-song chant, "ANN-DREE-UH, ANN-DREE-UH," pronouncing it like a girl's name. But if they thought that was going to rattle me, it didn't work. I won gold medals in all three of my races.

That brings me to Nigel, Australia's best distance swimmer. He had the misfortune of being born three years earlier than me, and he could never beat me. He won three more silver medals, adding to what must have been an enormous collection of silver, because he was always second best. I wouldn't even let him win a preliminary heat. And I wasn't shy about letting him know I was better than him, laughing at him and poking fun at him in the press.

After a year of this, he had gotten so frustrated at losing to a kid half his size that he told a sportswriter he'd rather finish seventh in a race as long as I finished eighth, than win a silver medal if I got the gold medal. All he wanted was to finish ahead of me, but it never happened. To be honest, he was always so mad at me that it was a wonder that he never beat me up in the locker room.

Then after I won my last race, I decided to take a victory lap. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I figured that if track athletes are allowed to go around the track after they win a race, why not us? So I walked around the entire arena, waving up to the crowd as they booed me. For good measure, I would stop once in a while and strike a body builder's pose, and flex my muscles, such as they were. I did some weight-training, but it was for flexibility, not to get muscle bound. I saw lots of camera flashes as some people took pictures, but most of the crowd just seemed to boo even louder.

To me it was no big deal. The Australians may have hated me, but back home the fans would love me, because there is no such thing as bad publicity. And the next day my picture was in the Sydney newspapers. Back then I had a pageboy haircut like Harry Potter in the first movie. My hair was dark brown, with bangs and almost long enough to cover my ears.

All in all, I had a very successful swim meet, with three gold medals. That night, I decided to order dinner in my hotel room from room service, just to be safe. I didn't want to take the chance of going out and running into some enraged local sports fan who might want to kill me. You can't be too careful, right?

Half an hour later, there was a knock on my door, and a hotel worker wheeled a cart with my dinner on it into my room. I pointed to the table and asked him to put the tray there. The next thing I knew, a large hand clamped a cloth over my nose and mouth. I smelled something sweet, and tried to struggle, but everything went dark.

CHAPTER 2
KIDNAPPED!

I woke up lying on a concrete floor, and it was cold against my naked body. I struggled to sit up, and was horrified to find that my hands were tied behind my back. Then I heard a female voice say, "It looks like Andrea is still alive."

I looked up to see two women dressed in track suits, both wearing masks that covered their entire faces.

"Where am I?" I demanded. "Who are you? And why are you wearing those masks?"

They approached me, and the taller one said in an Australian accent, "We're wearing these masks so you won't have to die, at least not yet. If you see our faces, we'll have to kill you."

"What??" I asked. "Why do you want to kill me?"

Then she picked up a chain that was lying loose on the floor, and yanked on it. I realized the other end of the chain wasn't loose as I felt a sharp tug on my groin.

"Ow!" I yelled. I looked down to see the chain attached to a steel tube around my penis!

"I think little Andrea needs a good beating," the other woman said.

"My name is Andy, short for An-DRAY-uh," I said.

"I think your name is ANN-dree-uh," she said, and gave another sharp tug on the chain.

"Ow! Let go of me!" I screamed.

"Tell me your name is Sissy Andrea," she said, holding the chain taut.

"OK, it's Andrea," I said. "Now let go of me!"

But she gave the chain another sharp tug, threatening to lift me off the floor. "Sissy Andrea?" she asked.

I gritted my teeth against the pain. "All right, my name is Sissy Andrea!"

At last she let the chain go slack, and I slumped on the floor.

"Feel how smooth and hairless this is," one of them said, running her hand along one of my legs. "The sissy even shaves his legs like a girl!"

"I'm a swimmer!" I said. "We have to shave before every swim meet!"

"Oh, yeah? You don't have a girlfriend, do you, Sissy Andrea?" the shorter one asked.

"No. My swimming coach says there's no time for that."

"Why not? Were you too busy swimming all the time?"

"Well yeah, coach says broken hearts on land mean no broken records in the pool."

Then both of them stood over me, looking down at me, helpless on the floor. "Oh, so you just hang out with the boys in the locker room all the time," she said. "Do you have a boyfriend then?"

"What?" I gasped. "No! Why would I have a boyfriend?"

"What's the matter? You haven't met that special someone, the boy of your dreams?" she asked. "The one you want to get down on your knees for, so you can suck his cock?"

I shook my head vehemently. "I don't know what you Australians have heard about me, but you got it all wrong."

"Maybe you just need to learn how," she said, and then before I could say anything, one of them grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. The other one shoved something hard in my mouth, and started tying it around my head. I knelt there on the floor, trying to get used to having this thing in my mouth.

"That penis gag will get you used to having a cock in your mouth," she said. "Not as good as the real thing, but we'll get you that soon enough too!"

I looked up at them in horror, and just shook my head in defiance. But then they grabbed me, lifted me off the floor, dragged me over to a metal bed frame, and threw me onto it, face down with my butt up in the air.

"If Andrea doesn't want his mouth being used, he's got another hole we can work on," one of them said.

"Yes, but we'll have to warm it up first," the other one said.

I struggled and squirmed, but one of the girls just shoved me flat, face-down on the bed frame. Then I heard a loud crack, and my butt felt it was on fire! I screamed into the gag, and then she hit me again.

"That cane really hurts, doesn't it, Andrea?" she asked me.

The pain was terrible, but I couldn't move or even say anything with her holding me down. All I could do was make muffled sounds as my eyes filled with tears. But she just beat me and beat me until I was sobbing like a baby, tears spilling down my face from the agony of my poor butt.

At last she stopped and said, "Andy was a very bad little boy, but I think from now on, Andrea will be a very good little girl."

I just lay there sobbing, and she grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, "Isn't that right, you're going to be a good little girl?"

I nodded my head as best I could, anything to get her to stop hitting me.

"Good, because already that bony arse of yours is looking more round and girlish, the way it's swelling up from the beating I gave you. Now let's find something to cool it off."

I was lying there whimpering on the floor, just hoping this nightmare would end, when I felt her spread something cool on my butt. But then she stuck a finger into my anus, which startled the Hell out of me, and made me squirm even more.

"Relax, Andrea, this is for your own good," she said.

It didn't feel good to me, but things got much worse when she shoved something else into my butt. I screamed into the gag as she forced it further and further inside me.

"I told you to relax, little sissy," she said. "This wouldn't hurt so much if you weren't fighting it."

"Must be his first butt plug," the other one said.

Finally that thing must have gone as far as it would go, and they started tying my ankles together, and then tied them to my bound wrists, which made that plug thing press against me even more.

"Andrea, your arsehole is really small. Our mates aren't going to like that," one of them said. "So we're going to have to stretch it."

I started to shake my head, and then the thing inside me started growing! I screamed into the gag, but it kept growing.

"Andrea, this butt plug is inflatable, so it will help enlarge you. That way you can handle one of the boys fucking you, while another one is shoving his cock in your mouth."

Then they both started laughing at me. This was all too much for me to deal with. They were talking about guys fucking me, I had a fake cock stuck in my mouth, this thing up my ass was trying to split me in two, and I just lay there and started crying again.

"Look at that, the world champion swimmer isn't so tough after all!" one of them said.

"I always thought he was just a sissy! But I think he'll clean up nice. We want the little bitch all prettied up before the boys get here!"

All I could think about was my aching butt, and I barely even heard their taunts, but eventually they left me alone. All I knew was that I could hardly even move. I was somewhere in Australia, hogtied with that awful butt plug stuck inside me.

I don't know how long they left me there, but after awhile I heard their footsteps approaching. Those two women were back, and they weren't alone. There was a man with them, also wearing a full face mask.

"So this is the little swimmer who was so full of himself," he said. "Where does the sissy want it, in the mouth or the arse?"

The two women turned to me, "So how about it?" one of them asked. "Is your arse ready to take a dick now?"

I shook my head as hard as I could.

"All right then, your mouth then," she said, and the two of them dragged me across the floor, leaving me on my knees in front of the man.

I looked up in horror at the man standing over me, and tried to protest through the gag, but only gibberish came out.

"It sounds like Andrea said she wants to suck your cock," one of the women said.

I shook my head and tried my best to speak louder, to tell them I'm not a 'she' but it still came out all garbled.

"No, I think the little cunt said she wants a good beating first," he said. "And after I bust up her pretty face, then she'll suck my cock!"

My eyes went wide, and I shook my head again. Then the woman took a firm hold of my hair and asked me, "So was I right the first time then? You want to suck his cock WITHOUT the beating?"

There was no way out. They were going to make me do it anyway. Slowly I nodded my head as best I could.

"Of course you want to suck it," the shorter woman said. "That's what I thought, you're a faggot and you've always wanted the taste of cock in your mouth!"

"All right then, Sissy Andrea," the taller woman said. "I'm going to give you one chance to suck his cock, or I'll bend you over again!"

I stared at the man's crotch as she started untying the gag. His blue jeans were bulging, and by the time she got the fake penis out of my mouth, a real one was staring me in the face.

"Now look, faggot," he snarled at me. "If you bite me, I will beat you until you're nothing!"

I quickly glanced around the room, but I was surrounded and there was nowhere to go. The guy was in my face, one woman had me by the hair, and the other one was pointing her phone at me to record this! I had no choice but to open my mouth, and let his cock slide in. And then they both grabbed me and rocked me back and forth over and over. His dick grew in my mouth, and he started spurting. The salty taste filled my mouth, and lots more goo was sticking to my mouth and lips.

"Not bad, sissy, but you'll have to do better when my mates get here," he said. "They'll expect you to swallow all of it!"

I slumped back on my haunches, and I could feel my face reddening and tears starting to trickle down my cheeks. Now I really was a sissy, and a cocksucker, and there were more guys coming here to make me do this again.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I begged. "My parents have money! They'll pay you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

But they all just laughed. Finally the tall woman said, "You think we kidnapped you for ransom?"

I looked up at her, and asked, "But…but then why?"

"I told you, sissy," she said. "You were a bad little boy, and now you're going to be a good little girl. So get used to sucking cock, because you're going to be doing lots of it!"

The man left, but the two women still stood over me.

"And now it's time to get you dressed," the tall woman said, and started untying my ankles. The other woman untied by wrists, and everything hurt when the ropes came off. I rubbed my wrists until she held up a pink dress.

"You want me to put that on?" I asked.

"What's the matter? It's a very pretty dress for a sissy," she said. "And you ARE a sissy, aren't you?"

So I stood up and they slipped the dress over me, and zipped it up. It was pink with puffy sleeves, and lace trim all around, and lots of bows and ribbons everywhere.

"What's your name?" the tall woman asked me.

I sighed. "My name is Andrea," I said.

Suddenly she slapped my face hard enough to make my cheek burn and my ears ring. "Oh!" I gasped as I held my cheek.

"Don't you mean SISSY Andrea?" she asked.

I suddenly remembered my manners and said, "Yes, Ma'am, my name is Sissy Andrea!"

"Put some lipstick on her, so she'll look pretty," the man said.

"Good idea," the shorter woman said. "If she's gong to be giving blow jobs, we want her to look nice. A man shouldn't have his cock sucked by a plain-Jane pair of lips, right?"

They sat me on the bed frame, and I winced and tried not to squirm as my poor butt ached while they painted my lips.

The taller woman noticed and said, "Your arse must really hurt. I gave you a good beating, didn't I?"

"Yes, Ma'am," was all I dared to say.

Then get down on your knees," she said. "Get used to it. Soon you'll be spending plenty of time on your knees anyway!"

I got down on my knees, and I didn't have to wait very long before their friends showed up. Five men, all of them wearing masks.

"So this is the cunt who's going to suck our cocks!" one of the men roared.

Then they all started laughing at me, and I wanted to make a run for it, but there were a lot of them between me and the door, and I didn't know where I could go in this dress even if I made it out of this place.

Then the tall woman stood over me. "Sissy, do I have to tie you up, or are you going to do what they tell you?"

"I'll do it," I mumbled.

I was hoping they didn't hear me, but that was all the encouragement they needed. One of the men started unzipping his fly. Soon a dick sprang out in front of my face.

As I stared at it, and swallowed hard, he snarled, "What are you waiting for?"

So I took him in my mouth, and at least he wasn't any bigger than the first guy. And with my hands free, I could suck and slurp away and still breathe at the same time. It didn't take long before he blasted the inside of my mouth, the warm salty taste filling my mouth again. And then there was another guy, and another.

Then the women pulled me to my feet, and took me over to a chair where a man was sitting, his pants pulled down to his ankles. They threw me over the side of the chair, pulled my dress up, and started working the butt plug out of me. They must have deflated it, as it felt like it was shrinking, but it still hurt when they pulled it out of me.

"Ooh," I gasped as it finally popped out of me.

"What's the matter, sissy, do you feel empty now?" she asked. "Because we can fix that!"

"No, please don't put that back inside me!" I begged.

"We won't need to use that," she said, pulling both of my arms behind me and tying my wrists together as I lay face down in the man's lap with my butt up in the air.

Suddenly I felt a rough hand in the crook of my knee lift my leg into the air. Then something started forcing its way into my butt!

"Ow!" I shouted from the pain in my sore butt. That wasn't the butt plug, I was being raped!

The man slammed himself into me over and over, and then the guy in the chair said, "Don't forget about me, cunt! Time to start sucking!"

He grabbed a handful of my hair, and placed my mouth over his erect cock. I was so helpless that I couldn't even move on my own, and both of them had their way with me. One of them was shoving my head down on his cock while the other one was sliding in and out of my ass. The guy came in my ass first, but even after he pulled out, I still had my head being shoved up and down on the other guy's dick until he finally came in my mouth.

I still had sticky cum all over my mouth, when the tall woman pulled me off him, and shoved me down on my knees. "You enjoyed that, didn't you, cunt?" she asked me. "Didn't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I muttered, and then with all the sarcasm I could muster. "I loved it."

"That didn't sound sincere to me," she said. "You're going to work on that, aren't you, little sissy?"

I swallowed again, and all I could taste was the salty cum. "Yes, Ma'am, I'll do better," I said.

"Good, then we brought you something to eat. We won't even make you eat like a dog," she said, untying my wrists. "Since you're going to be a good little girl, we'll let you use your hands."

As I knelt on the floor, the shorter woman placed a dish with four slices of bread, all covered with a dark brown spread. Everyone watched as I picked up a piece of bread and nibbled at a corner of it. Ugh! This was the most bitter, salty, worst thing I ever tasted! I wrinkled my nose. "What is this?" I asked her.

The entire room laughed at me,and she just said, "It's Vegemite."

I looked down at my plate and up at her again, and asked, "Are people supposed to eat this?"

Some of the men kept laughing, but others started cursing at me. I couldn't see their faces behind their masks, but they sounded angry.

"You better get used to it," she said. "Because you're going to be eating it every day!"

I looked down at the plate and made a face. I managed to eat all of that vile stuff, but I then almost hoped one of them would make me suck his cock, just so I could get the taste of the Vegemite out of my mouth. Then again, maybe that was the point.

I spent the night lying on a throw rug, my wrists tied behind my back with leather cuffs, and my ankle tethered to the wall with a metal chain. I was naked except for the metal contraption on my penis, and I had no idea where I was. Somewhere in Australia, I lay there on the floor in a large closet in some kind of industrial building. I had been kidnapped, beaten, and sexually abused, and I had no idea what they wanted from me. They said they didn't want money, but why else would they do all of this? Was this just some kind of twisted game to make me dress like a girl and torture me?

The next morning, those two masked women woke me up and dragged me out onto the floor and made me kneel, my wrists still bound behind me. One of them held a slice of bread smeared with something brown in front of my mouth.

"Vegemite again?" I asked, wrinkling my nose.

"You'll learn to love it," she said, and shoved it against my mouth. "Now eat!"

I took a bite of the bread, and it was the same bitter, horrible stuff as yesterday. Somehow, I chewed it and managed to swallow it. "Does anyone really like this stuff?" I asked.

The tall one grabbed a handful of my hair, and jerked my head back to make me look up at her. "It's our favorite!" she snapped. "And you're going to be grateful for whatever food we give you!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I gasped. "Thank you for the Vegemite! It's delicious!"

"That's better," she said, and let go of my hair.

Then they fed me three more slices of that awful stuff. After breakfast, they dressed me in a flimsy red string bikini, and they made me stand on a pair of high heeled shoes. Finally they tied my bound wrists behind me up to a ceiling support, making me bend at the waist.

"Get used to balancing on those heels, because that's all a slutty girl like you will wear," the tall woman said. "Try not to lose your balance because you don't want to be hanging by your wrists."

"How do you walk on these things anyway?" I said. "And I'm not a slutty girl!"

"Really? How many cocks did you suck yesterday, slut?" she asked.

"I…I didn't have a choice," I said.

"Oh, so you'd rather be a good little girl then, maybe with only one boyfriend?" she asked. "Only one cock to suck?"

"No, that's not what I meant-" I started to say.

I didn't get to finish my thought because she shoved a red ball into my mouth, and buckled its strap behind my neck. It stretched my mouth at first, but then it fit behind my teeth.

"Face it, Sissy Andrea, you're going to be a slut!" she said. "And if you want to stay alive, you're going to be a good little slut and do whatever we tell you!"

I couldn't even say anything, and they left me there, tied up with a ball stuck in my mouth.

* * * * *

Hours went by, and my ankles ached from these shoes. After a while, I turned an ankle and lost my balance. The sharp pain in my shoulders made me get my balance back in a hurry. As bad as these shoes were, it was better than hanging by my wrists and maybe dislocating both of my shoulders.

I was was drooling all over myself from the ball gag and miserable from the pain by the time the two women returned.

"Would you like to get down on your knees and eat some more Vegemite?" the tall one asked.

Wearily, I nodded my head. Eating Vegemite wasn't as painful as these shoes. Almost, but not quite as bad.

When I finished eating, they hogtied me on the floor, but at least they only used a cloth to gag me. And I could rest my ankles.

"She looks so cute, chewing on that cleave gag," the shorter woman said, as she pointed her camera at me to take pictures.

"Yeah, but I'm sure she can't wait for the blokes to show up so she can use that pretty mouth of hers to suck their cocks again!" her friend said.

I looked up at her, my eyes wide. Were they coming here again? Tonight? I wondered.

"What's the matter, sissy?" she went on, sticking her foot under my stomach, and flipping me over on my side.

I just lay there on my side, looking up at her. I could talk well enough through this gag, but I didn't dare to.

"I know sissies can never get enough cock, so they'll be stopping by EVERY night, just so you can wrap your lips around them," she said, and then both women burst into laughter.

Then she kicked me over onto my back, and all I could do was look up at the ceiling and wait. But I didn't have long to wait. The men showed up soon enough, everyone wearing masks again. They picked me up and dumped me on what looked like a small end table. Even hogtied, I could barely fit on it.

Then one of the men stood over me, his groin right in front of my face. He unzipped his pants, and his dick sprang out, pointing at me. "See if you can swallow all of it this time," he said, as he untied my gag.

"Yes, sir" was all I could say before he shoved his dick in my mouth. He grabbed my hair, and slammed his cock into my mouth over and over, and kept it in there as he spurted again and again. The salty taste filled my mouth, and there was nothing I could do but swallow.

I had barely caught my breath when another man took his place, and he was just as bad, slamming me back and forth like I was a piece of meat. Then he was done with me, and I had another mouth full of cum. I expected another man to step up, but instead they started untying my ankles. I groaned from the pain as the ropes came off. Then I gasped as they pulled my bikini off my butt.

I was lying on this little table with my hands tied behind my back and my butt in the air when I felt some fingers working lube into my butt. I tried to look back, and started to say, "Oh God, not again-"

But another man squeezed my mouth shut with his hand, and said, "Don't worry about your arse, take care of me!"

I looked up to see another dick pointing at my face. He rubbed his erect cock against my cheek and the side of my nose.

"You really want this in your mouth, don't you, cunt?" he said. "Ask me nicely and I'll stick it in there!"

I didn't have a choice. If I didn't, he might stick it in my ass. "Sir, please let me suck your cock," I half-whispered.

"What's that, cunt?" he shouted. "Speak up, I can't hear you!"

"Sir, please let me suck your cock!" I announced.

The whole room started laughing at me, and just then the guy behind me started shoving his dick in my ass, making me gasp.

"Two holes, no waiting, right cunt?" said the owner of the cock in front of my mouth as he shoved it in.

Then both of them pounded me for what seemed like forever until they both came. I think I swallowed everything in my mouth, but my butt really ached.

"Oh, don't you look adorable?" said the shorter woman, pointing her phone at me.

I winced from the pain, but also from the thought that they were making a video of all of this abuse, as they turned me over on my back. Now I just lay there, looking up at all these masked faces as they shoved me backward until my head lay back off the side of the table. With my bound arms trapped under me, a man grabbed my ankles, lifted them in the air, and shoved them all the way back to my shoulders.

"She is one flexible little sissy," the woman went on. "This is going to make a great video!"

With my head dangling off the table, everything looked upside down, but then someone swatted my butt, and I realized how exposed I was with my legs up in the air like this. Then I felt a dick start to force its way into my ass, and as I groaned from the pain, another dick appeared in front of my upside down head. Oh no, not again! Suddenly I had two cocks banging into me, and all I could do was lie there and take it. I could barely breathe when the cock in my mouth finally sprayed its cum. The guy on top wasn't bothered at all by the little choking sounds I was making as he finally pounded his cum into my butt. At last they left me there lying on the table, gasping for air, and my butt aching inside and out.

After the men left, the two woman lowered me onto the concrete floor, next to a bucket of water. Then the tall woman lifted my head, and shoved my face into the bucket. I sputtered and gasped from the dunking, but she pulled me out after a few seconds in the water.

"You looked like you needed to clean up some," the tall woman said. "So has that arse of yours had enough?"

"Please, no more!" I begged.

"In time you will become a proper young lady," she said. "But for now I want you to be a good little girl."

I didn't know or care what she was talking about, but I was ready to agree to whatever she wanted.

"Please don't hurt me like that any more," I said. "I'll do whatever you want!"

She lifted my chin to make me look at her. "Then tell me you want to be a good little girl from now on," she said.

With that mask on, I couldn't see her face, but the tone of her voice was enough to scare the hell out of me. "Yes, I want to be a good little girl."

"Good, because things will go much easier for you that way," she said.

CHAPTER 3
SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT

The next day they made me eat more Vegemite (ugh) and got me into another frilly pink sissy dress. Then they made me stand on high heels with my wrists bound over my head, and a penis gag in my mouth. All day long. They let me down once, to eat more Vegemite By the evening, my ankles were killing me and I collapsed from exhaustion when they finally untied me.

"Listen to me, Sissy Andrea," the tall woman said. "Tonight when our friends show up, you will crawl over to one of them and beg him to let you suck his cock."

I couldn't say anything with the penis gag still stuck in my mouth, but my eyes went wide. Finally I nodded my head.

"Good, and then when you have swallowed his load, you will crawl over to the next one, and beg him to let you suck him," she said, and lifted my chin. "Is that clear?"

Again I nodded my head.

"And unless you want another beating, you will do that until you satisfy all of them," she said, and gave a tug on the chain to my penis chastity. Then she asked, "Would you like to do that?"

I winced against the pain in my groin, and quickly nodded my head.

Five guys showed up together that night, all wearing masks as usual. The tall woman pulled the penis gag out of my mouth and let it dangle around my neck. Also as usual, the other woman was recording all of this.

"Sissy Andrea has something she would like to say!" the tall woman announced.

I did? I wondered. I turned to look up at her, but she said nothing behind her mask.

So I turned back to the men, looked up at them, and said, "I…I'd like to suck your cocks. ALL of your cocks!"

I don't know if that was what she wanted, but I quickly crawled across the floor to the nearest man, looked up at him, and asked, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

After I swallowed his load, I hurried over to the next man, and begged him to let me suck him. As humiliating as this was, all I could think was if I gave all of them blow jobs, at least they wouldn't be sticking their dicks up my ass tonight. By the time I had finished all five of them, I hadn't swallowed everything, and I was a sticky mess. I just knelt there on the floor, looked up at the woman pointing her camera at me, and licked my lips, and wondered what would happen to me next.

Then the tall woman said, "that's enough for now." Then she turned to me and asked, "Sissy Andrea, you like sucking cocks, don't you?"

I just looked up at her and said, "Yes Ma'am, I love sucking cocks."

"So then would you like to do this every night?" she asked.

I felt like all of the air went out of me, and sank back down on my haunches. I was wearing a sissy dress with a penis gag dangling around my mouth, on my knees in front of five men whose cum was all over my face.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I…I love sucking cocks…I wish I could do this every night."

Then the whole room burst into laughter, my ears burned, and my entire face must have turned red.

I just stayed there on my knees, waiting for the laughter to die down.

The tall woman was the first to compose herself, and she said, "Good, Sissy Andrea, because we will make that happen every night from now on, and I'm sure you will love it here…if you know what's good for you!"

"Yes, Ma'am," was all I could choke out.

That night, they chained me to the wall, lying on the rug on the floor again. I was never left unsupervised for a second unless I was tied up. When they felt I needed a shower, they tied me up and dragged me into the shower with them, and that isn't as much fun as it sounds like. Every morning the women dragged me over to the toilet with my hands tied behind my back, and they even wiped my ass for me. They were never going to give me a chance to escape.

* * * * *

The next day was more of the same. They made me eat more Vegemite, and then tied my hands over my head, making me stand on my high heels again. Then the women started asking me if I was a sissy, and how much I loved sucking cocks. And each time they weren't satisfied with my answer, they lifted my sissy dress and hit my butt with a cane. After about a dozen of those, they had me sobbing, and crying out that I was a total sissy and a faggot, and there was nothing I loved more than the taste of a cock in my mouth, and I wanted to be a girl for the rest of my life. Then they shoved a ball gag in my mouth, and left me alone for a while.

But that night the men showed up again. And once again, I was on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. After the usual taunting and shoving me around, all of them made me suck their cocks. Once again, I ended up lying on a rug, chained to the wall on the concrete wall, wondering if I would have to do this every day for the rest of my life.

But the next day, the women told me they had a surprise in store for me. I figured that couldn't be good, but my butt still ached from last night's caning, and I was going to do whatever they wanted.

"Today's the day you start learning how to be a good little girl," the shorter woman said.

"Um, yes, Ma'am," I said uncertainly.

"That IS what you wanted, isn't it?" the tall woman snarled at me.

"Yes, Ma'am!" I said quickly. "I've been looking forward to it!"

"Good, because we're going to be making some videos today. First you're going to learn how to curtsy."

They dressed me in a white blouse, a skirt that flared from the waist, and my high heels. They showed me how to curtsy, and I practiced over and over until I was good at it, and of course they recorded everything. Most important of all, I hadn't given them an excuse to beat me again.

Then they gave me a sheet of paper and told me to memorize it. As I looked at, my eyes went wide and I swallowed hard.

"You want me to say this?" I asked.

"Are you stupid?" the tall woman asked me. "Don't you know how to read? Or do you need another beating?"

"OK, OK, yes Ma'am," I said. "I'll do it, I just need a little time to memorize all of this."

They waited impatiently as I read the script over and over, hoping I wouldn't forget anything. Finally they ran out of patience, snatched the paper away from me, and told me to start talking.

So I looked up at them and said, "My name is Andy Miles, but Andy is really just short for Andrea. Actually I'm such a sissy that I like being called SISSY Andrea now. I love dressing up in the frilliest, girliest clothes I can find. I love doing my nails and my hair too, and I can't wait for my hair to grow out so I can style it."

As if that wasn't bad enough, I took a deep breath and tried to remember the rest. "I…I want to be a good little girl, but I can't help being a bad girl too because…I love sucking cock too. I…I love getting down on my knees and…sucking cocks…as many cocks as I can because sissies like me…um…we never say no to sucking cock…and it's even more fun if I'm all tied up and helpless because then the men can make me do whatever they want."

I finished by looking down at my feet and mumbling, "I'm Sissy Andrea the Cocksucker."

I could feel my face turning bright red with humiliation as I continued to stare down at the floor. I thought of this video being shown on the Internet, around the world. I couldn't even imagine what people would think of me. The women didn't say anything but I could sense them hovering over me.

Finally the tall woman spoke. "Is that the best you can do?"

I just mumbled, "I said what you told me to say."

The tall woman lifted my chin to make me look up at her. Then she slapped me hard across the face with her other hand.

"Ooh!" I gasped, clutching my burning cheek. "Please don't hurt me!" I begged. "I did what you wanted!"

"You're supposed to say it like you mean it!" she shouted at me. "We're not making a hostage video here!"

"I didn't know that! I can do better!" I said. "Please let me try again!"

But they grabbed my wrists, and started tying me up. I didn't try to struggle; I knew that whatever they were going to do to me, struggling would only make things worse.

"Please don't beat me again!" I begged. "My butt still hurts from-"

That was all I got to say before they shoved a ball gag in my mouth. Then they bent me over a table, and pulled up my skirt. "We aren't going to beat you," the tall woman said.

Then I felt her fingers sticking into my butt, and rubbing lubricant into me. I groaned into the gag at the thought of that inflatable plug inside me again. I really did try to relax my butt as she shoved a plug in, but it still hurt enough to make me kick my legs in the air.

Finally, they stood me up on my high heels with my hands tied over my head, and then tied my ankles together. "You're going to spend the rest of the day like this, until the men stop by here tonight. Maybe that will help motivate you to do better tomorrow."

I just whimpered into my gag at the thought of another day perched in these high heels. But at least they didn't inflate the plug.

"Oh, and one more thing," the woman said.

She was behind me, so I couldn't see her. As I tried to turn and look, the thing inside me started vibrating!

I screamed into the gag as I squirmed and pulled at the ropes binding my wrists.

"Try and make yourself comfortable, Sissy," she said. "Or you'll be in for a long day."

Then the two of them left, and I was left tied up there with this nasty thing buzzing away inside me.

I spent the entire day like that, standing on those high heels, bound and gagged with that vibrating plug driving me crazy. My whole body must have been covered in sweat, and between my drooling and crying, and my nose starting to run, I must have looked like a total mess. By the time the masked women returned that night, my ankles ached something awful, too.

"Aren't you a sight?" the shorter woman, holding up her phone to record me in all of my glory.

"Look at the way the ball gag stretches out her face," the other woman said. "That can't be comfortable."

It was NOT comfortable, but all I could do was whimper and sob into that gag.

She lifted my chin and asked me, "Why the long face, Sissy?"

I just groaned, and both of them burst into laughter. But at least they turned off the vibrator, and I sagged from my bound wrists in relief. Then they undid the rope tying my wrists up to the ceiling, and I collapsed to my knees.

"Oh no, you don't get down on your knees just yet, Sissy," the tall woman said. "You were a bad girl today, so you have to sit over here."

Then they placed me on a low table, and I groaned as my sore butt hit the table.

"Maybe that will teach to you be a good little girl," she said, and placed a pair of wooden planks on the floor behind my feet.

I looked down to see two wooden planks, each with four semi-circles carved into them. It was a wooden stock. They placed each of my legs in the semi-circles at the ends of the plank, and then untied my wrists. Then they placed my wrists in the inner semi-circles, next to my legs, and I watched in fascination as they joined the two planks, and locked them together. My wrists and ankles were locked in the wooden stock on the floor, with me sitting on the low table.

"What's the matter, Andrea?" she asked me. "You've never been locked in a stock before?"

I briefly wondered when she thought I might have been locked in a stock, but I quickly remembered how much trouble I was already in, and didn't want any more. "No, Ma'am," I said. "But I'll be happy to do whatever you want."

"For your sake, I hope so," she said.

Then the other woman brought over a wash cloth, and wiped the mess off my face. Then she brushed my hair back, and brought out a hair band with a big red bow. "This looks cute on a sissy," she said, and placed it on my head. "The blokes will be here soon, and you want to look nice for them, right?"

"Yes Ma'am, of course," I said. "Thank you."

I didn't have long to wait before a half-dozen men showed up, all wearing masks as usual. Masks which didn't hide their laughter as they pointed at me and made rude remarks about my appearance. I just remember squirming on my aching butt and being called "cunt" a lot, as they had their way with me. At least by now I knew what was expected of me. I would look up at the man standing in front of me, beg him to let me suck his cock, blow him, thank him for letting me suck his cock, and then on to the next one. Lather, rinse, and repeat.

When they were gone, the tall woman dragged me over to the rug in the corner of the room by the chain attached to my penis chastity, as I wobbled after her on my high heels. Then she chained me to the wall for the night, with my wrists locked behind me in leather cuffs.

Then the other woman stood over me. "Think about your performance today, Sissy. Tomorrow I'm going to make another video, and you better do a good job, or we can shove something a lot bigger up your arse!"

I shuddered, and clenched my butt cheeks. "I'll do better tomorrow, Ma'am," I said.

That night, I thought over and over about the script they made me read, so I could make it sound more believable until I finally drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

The next day, after they rousted me from my sleep (and made me eat more of that god-awful Vegemite) the women dressed me in this frilly white princess dress that any eight-year old girl would love. Then they told me it was time to make another video. The shorter woman handed me the paper with my speech on it.

I barely looked at it, and said, "Thank you, Ma'am, but I know what to say."

"We'll see," she said menacingly.

She started recording, and I smiled as best I could and said my name was Sissy Andrea, and talked about how I wanted to be a good little girl, and I loved to do my hair and nails, and wear pretty dresses. And then I grinned and said I was also a bad girl, and I loved being tied up and sucking cocks.

When I was done, I just stood there, balancing from one foot to the other, hoping I wasn't in for another beating.

The woman put her phone down, and said, "Not bad, Sissy. There may be hope for you yet."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but wondered what would come next. What came next was them teaching me how to sit like a proper young lady with my hands folded demurely in my lap. How to stand and walk like a proper young lady. I had to practice my curtsy over and over. The slightest bit of inattention on my part was rewarded with a slap across my face. After a couple of those, I learned to pay close attention. I spent the rest of the morning looking like a sissy in a princess dress, pretending to be a good little girl, while they made one video after another.

Then I spent the rest of the day with my hands tied with leather cuffs over my head again, stripped down to my underwear and high heels. But this time I had a penis gag stuck in my mouth, which was actually more comfortable than the ball gag, at least once I got used to it. Once again, my ankles ached from standing on those heels all day, when they finally let me get down on my knees. They re-tied my wrists behind my back, and I thought they were going to leave me there until those men showed up for their nightly abuse of me.

But then they slid something down over my head to cover my eyes, and everything went dark.

I screamed into the gag, and one of the women said, "What's the matter, Sissy? Haven't you ever been blindfolded before?"

I shook my head, but all I could do was whimper into the gag.

"Well, get used to it," she said. "This is more comfortable for the rest of us, because now we don't have to wear masks. Besides, you don't really need to see to suck cock, do you?"

I wriggled and squirmed, and whimpered into the gag, but it didn't do any good.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie," she said. Then as I felt her grab a handful of hair and lift my head, she went on. "If you can't do it on your own, we'll help you wrap those sweet lips of yours around their dicks!"

Then both of them started laughing, and as she let go of me, I just cringed and waited in the darkness for what I knew was coming.

Their friends showed up soon enough. I heard one of them them yell out, "Look, the little slut's blindfolded! Now we can take our masks off!"

Then another one said, "Yeah, isn't that considerate of her? Or maybe the little bitch didn't want us spraying our cum in her eyes!"

There wasn't anything I could do about this. I just had to wait until they decided to have their fun with me. Then one of them said, "Let's go, Sissy. That cock isn't going to suck itself!"

Even though I was blindfolded, he sounded really loud, and I could sense that he must be standing right over me, so I opened my mouth wide.

But then he said, "Come on, bitch! I don't have all night!"

I tilted my head up and said, "Sir, I can't see! I don't know where you are!"

Suddenly my cheek stung from a slap, and I toppled over on my side.

"Ooh!" I gasped, as I lay on my side, and then I felt my hair being pulled as he dragged me up on my knees again.

"Try harder, Sissy!" he shouted at me.

So I opened my mouth and tried to lean forward and turn my head from side to side, but he wasn't there.

"What's the matter, faggot?" he shouted. "It looks to me like you don't want to suck my dick!"

Now he sounded really mad at me, and I was in for a beating! I said, "Sir, I want to suck you, but I can't see! Please help me!"

The next sound I heard was the entire room laughing at me, and I could feel my entire face turning bright red. But then I felt his cock pressing against my left cheek. I opened my mouth, and turned to take it in. As his dick slid into my mouth, I had never been so relieved to have a cock in my mouth.

After I swallowed his salty cum, another man grabbed me by my hair, and forced his cock into my mouth. At least he wasn't humiliating me by making me chase after him. Then it was just one man after another, with me in total darkness having cocks shoved in my mouth.

When all of them were done with me, one of the women said, "I think that was our best video yet."

Then the other one said, "That was exciting for you, wasn't it, Andrea?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, licking my lips, still sticky with cum.

"So you DID enjoy being blindfolded, didn't you?" she asked me.

I had learned to agree with whatever they told me. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Being blindfolded was fun."

"Good," she said. "Because you can do a lot more cock sucking blindfolded from now on."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said. "I'm looking forward to it."

She just chuckled and said, "I'll bet you are, Sissy!"

The next day the women had me mincing and prancing around in a bra and panties, making videos of me trying to walk like a girl again. At least now when I messed up, I would only get a sharp tug on the chain of my penis chastity. That didn't feel good, but it wasn't as bad as the beatings they used to give me.

Then the tall woman had another bright idea. "This corset should improve your figure," she said.

Then they laced me into a red corset, and kept tightening it until I felt like I was going to pass out.

"It's hard to breathe," I gasped.

"Get used to it," the other woman said. "Take shallow breaths."

I could barely move or breathe with this thing wrapped around me, so they decided to tie me up for the rest of the day. Once again, my hands were tied over my head, and I would have to stand on these awful heels for hours. Then they shoved a penis gag in my mouth. I still didn't enjoy that, but I hoped maybe I was done with that ball gag stretching my mouth.

"Even with the corset, she still looks a little chunky around the middle," one of the woman said.

"Maybe she could lose some baby fat," the other one said.

"I'm a swimmer," I tried to protest into the gag. "I don't have baby fat!"

"Looks like we'll have to find another way to improve your figure. Maybe a tighter corset," the tall woman said, as she slid a blindfold over my eyes.

I groaned at the thought of a tighter corset strangling me as everything went dark, and my chin fell to my chest as I dreaded having to endure hours on my feet in this corset.

Then I heard the tall woman say, "We need to do something about your posture, too."

I was wondering what else they could possibly have in mind for me, when they lifted my chin. Then a stiff collar forced my chin up, and was tied around my neck.

"There, that's better," she said. "That posture collar will make you stand up straight."

It didn't just make me stand up straight, it locked my face in place so I couldn't even turn my head. Between this collar, the penis gag and the blindfold, I think my nose was the only part of my face they hadn't wrapped up. I had to stand there like that for hours.

My ankles were aching from those high heels when I felt one of the women take my face in my hand. "The blokes will be here soon, Sissy," she said. "Would you like to get down on your knees so you can suck their cocks?"

I just whimpered into the gag. I tried to nod my head, but I couldn't even do that in this collar.

"I can't understand you, sweetie," she said. "You've got something stuck in your mouth. Should I come back later when you've made up your mind?"

I whimpered louder into the gag, and struggled against the ropes.

"So you ARE looking forward to sucking their cocks then?"

I whimpered again, and tried not to start crying.

"All right then, let's get you down on your knees."

As soon as she let my bound wrists free from the ceiling, my knees buckled, and I fell backwards landing on my rear end. I just lay there on the floor, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and too tired to move.

"Had a rough day in your new corset, Sissy?" she asked me.

I just groaned and lay there.

"But the important thing is you look so much better in it," she said. "That's why you're going to wear it from now on."

Then she rolled me over on my stomach, untied my wrists, and re-tied them behind my back. As if that wasn't bad enough, she hogtied me, and left me there bound so tightly that I couldn't move at all. But at least I was off my aching feet.

Eventually the men showed up, and they noticed my new accessories right away.

"Look at that, the little faggot got all dressed up for us!" one of them said. "Nice collar!"

One of them dragged me up on my knees, and pried the penis gag out of my mouth.

"So you been sucking on this fake cock all day?" he asked.

I said, "Yes, Sir," as I gasped for air.

"Then go ahead, cunt!" he said, sticking his dick out at me. "Start sucking!"

I finally caught my breath and said, "Sir, I would love to but I can't move my head or body."

Then one of the woman said, "The poor is thing is all tied up and helpless. You're going to have to give her some help."

No sooner had she finished talking, I felt a man's hand grab my head and I opened my mouth just in time for him to ram his cock into my mouth. That's the way it went with all of them. Me on my knees, unable to move an inch, and each guy using me like I was piece of meat.

It was like that, day after day. I spent my mornings dressed up like a girl, trying to learn the mannerisms and gestures of girls, while the women made videos of me. I would spend the rest of the day on high heels with my wrists and ankles bound, and the corset and posture collar wrapped around me.

All they ever fed me was water and bread with Vegemite smeared all over it. One time I made the mistake of asking them if they had any bread that didn't have Vegemite on it. After the women finished caning my butt, I never complained about the food again. Still, the women were not satisfied with my figure, even with that awful corset wrapped around me.

CHAPTER 4
A NEW FIGURE

Then one morning I woke up in a bed. It was a real bed, with a soft mattress; I wasn't just lying on a rug on the concrete floor. But I felt tired and weak, and I couldn't think clearly. I was wearing some kind of gown, the back of my hand was bandaged, and had a tube attached to it. Was this a hospital? What happened to me? I wondered.

Then a man and a woman dressed in white coats came into the room.

"Ah, you're awake," the man said. "The procedure went very well."

"Huh?" I said. "What procedure? I'm sorry, for some reason, I can't think straight."

"Yes, the after-effects of the sedation, but you're going to be fine."

"Are you a doctor?" I asked. "What happened to me?"

He unbuttoned my gown, and spread it open to reveal two large orbs of flesh on my bare chest.

"The breast implants went very well. No scarring at all."

I stared down at my chest in horror, my mouth open. I had breasts?? "What the Hell?" I said. "What did you do to me?"

He turned to the woman and said, "Better run the IV wide open. He's getting agitated."

"What did you do to me? Why do I have breasts??" I shouted.

"Relax, Andrea," he said. "You'll feel better when you've had a good rest."

I wanted to protest, but whatever drugs they were giving me took over, and my head sank back onto the pillow. All I remember was the doctor saying, "he said he wanted to be a good girl."

* * * * *

I don't remember much of what came next, just drifting in and out of consciousness for days, maybe weeks. Then I woke up back in my prison, lying on a thin mattress in just a bra and panties, and chained to a metal cot. At least this was better than lying on the floor. I wondered if I just had a dream about having breasts. Then I craned my neck forward to see I was wearing a thin white gown, and yes I had two big breasts sticking up out of my chest. I sank back down again. But then I had a horrifying thought…did I have a sex change operation? I hurried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my ribs made me lie back again. So I slowly reached one hand down to my crotch, and was relieved to see my penis and balls were still there. I had never been so happy to feel that chastity device was there.

Then I turned and saw those two masked woman standing nearby.

"It looks like the sissy is finally awake," one of them said.

They walked over to me and the other one said, "And she has a proper figure, too."

"Ma'am, what happened to me?" I asked. "Why do I have breasts?"

"You DID say over and over you wanted to be a good little girl, so we sent you off to make you into one."

"By giving me breasts??" I asked.

"That's not all. You needed a slender waist, so they removed your lowest pair of ribs. There was only so much a corset could do."

"My ribs? They removed my ribs??"

"Only one pair, and you didn't really need that pair," she said. "But the important thing is that you look so much better."

I slowly tried to turn over on my side to look down at my new figure. "Why does my butt feel like it's full of Jell-O?"

"Oh, you've got implants in your hips and your arse, too," she said. "Those give you a much more rounded figure."

I slumped back down on my back. "So now I look just like a girl," I said, groaning.

"Well, except for that ugly little thing between your legs. They didn't get around to removing that," she said, and added, "Yet!"

"They're going to remove my…" I started, and couldn't finish.

"You certainly can't be a girl with that thing hanging between your legs, now can you?"

"Oh, no," I said, and just stared up at the high ceiling.

It wasn't enough that they had mutilated my body, taking out a pair of ribs, and giving me implants, but now they wanted to cut my dick off.

"The doctors told us to let you rest today, so we'll bring you plenty of Vegemite to help you get your strength back. Aren't you lucky?" she said. "Breakfast in bed!"

"Thank you, Ma'am," I mumbled, wishing I were dead.

A few minutes later they came back, and said, "Here's brekkie!"

I looked up to find a plate with twice as much Vegemite-smeared bread as usual. "Thank you, Ma'am," I said, and took one awful bite after another.

They let me rest in bed for one day. The next day, they brought me a new pair of shoes, with heels at least five-inches high.

"Those heels look even higher than the ones I was wearing," I said.

"That's right, these are stilettos. No more chunky heels for you," the shorter woman said. "Now that you have a much nicer figure, these heels will really make you look sexy!"

I didn't think I looked very sexy as I wobbled around on those skyscraper heels, but at least they gave me a chance to walk around on them before they tied me up. All I was wearing was a pink bra to support my new boobs, my penis chastity and my ridiculous new heels. They used leather cuffs to tie my hands up over my head and bind my ankles, and shoved a penis gag in my mouth. Then they slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

Before they left, one of the women said, "The blokes have missed you so much! When I called them, they were so happy to hear you were back! Just imagine what they'll do to you tonight!"

That was all I needed, standing there in the dark, sucking on a penis gag. I was tied up half-naked, balancing precariously on these heels, and those oversexed guys who loved to shove their dicks in my mouth would be coming here tonight to make up for lost time. And now I looked like a girl.

That night, I finally heard the sound of people returning. These shoes made my ankles hurt even more, if that were possible. As soon as the women untied my hands from overhead, I scrambled down to my knees.

"You're awfully eager to get down on your knees, aren't you?" one of the women asked.

"She really is a slut," the other one said. "Instead of Sissy Andrea, we should call her Slut Andrea."

"Ma'am, call me whatever you want, but these shoes are killing me," I said.

They pulled off my blindfold, and the shorter woman said, "Aw, aren't you sweet? Maybe we'll compromise and just call you Sissy Slut!"

"I like that!" said the taller woman.

She started to say something else, when I heard a racket outside, and I knew the guys were here, about to find me on my knees. I sat back on my haunches as they barged in.

"Well, look who's back!" one of them bellowed. "Isn't she cute?"

Then another one said, "And look, she's got tits now!"

Then they all gathered around to take a good look at me. "Andrea, why do you still have a dick?" one of them yelled at me.

"Yeah, what kind of girl has a dick?" another one roared.

"A girl with something extra," the tall woman said. "But you won't mind when she's got your cock in your mouth, will you?"

"Hell no!" he shouted.

As they gathered around me, I thought they were going to start in on me, but the tall woman dragged me to my feet, untied my ankles, and pointed behind me. "Sit over there," she said.

I turned to see the shorter woman standing next to a stool that had what looked like a long pink dick sticking up out of it.

"There's something on the chair," I said.

All the guys roared with laughter. "Can't put anything past Andrea, can you?" one of them said.

"You noticed," the tall woman said. "That's your new dildo, and you're going to sit on it.

I stood next to the stool, and saw the dildo was held in place by two straps around its base, crisscrossing the chair in an 'X.' The dildo looked like it was at least six inches [15 cm] long.

I looked at it sideways, and turned back to the woman. "But…but it's so big," I said.

That made the room ring with laughter. When the women finally composed themselves, one of them said. "Don't worry, I lubed it up good. But we need to start stretching your ass so it can take bigger cocks."

I took another look at it, and it was shiny with lube, but I still didn't want that thing inside me. I turned to sit on the stool, and felt the tip of the dildo against my anus.

Then the tall woman stood over me and said. "Do you need any help with that, Sissy? Should I just slam you down onto it?"

I gulped and said, "No, Ma'am, I'm going to do it."

She stood back, and I gritted my teeth and started lowering myself onto it. After it got partway in, it hurt too much, and I stood back up, feeling the relief of it slipping out of me. But I knew I had to try again, so I stood over it, and let it plunge into me again. I squeezed my eyes shut, and whimpered, as it went further inside. Of course that made all the guys laugh at me again. I could feel myself turning bright red as I tried to pull out up of it again.

"That's right, Faggot, work it in and out," the tall woman said. "Because that's what it's going to feel like when they're fucking you!"

I just ignored her, and sat down on the damn thing. It felt like it was going to split me in half, and I felt tears stream down my cheeks, but my butt hit the stool, and it was all the way in.

"This is going to make a great video," she said, untying my wrists, and tying them again behind me.

My eyes were still blurry with tears and with my hands tied behind me, I couldn't even wipe my face when the first guy stood over me.

"Been a long time, Andrea," he said. "You must be dying to suck my cock!"

"Yes, sir," was all I could say. I was bound and planted on a stool with a dildo up my ass, so there was nowhere I could go.

"First, let's take a look at you!" he said, and then pulled down my bra, exposing my new breasts. Then he stood back, nodded to this friends, and said, "Not bad, mate! So how do you like having them things sticking out of your chest?"

"I…it's OK I guess," was all I could think of.

Then he cupped his hands around both of my breasts and squeezed them. "If I had knockers like these, I'd play with them all the time!"

I looked down and gasped as he mashed my breasts together.

"What's the matter, Sissy? Are you sensitive down there?" he asked. Then he dug his fingernails into both of my nipples!"

"OWW!" I screamed as the pain shot through my nipples.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,' then?" he asked.

"Sir, may I please suck your cock now?" I begged as he fondled my new breasts.

"Yeah, of course you can, that's why we're here, right?"

A moment later, he had his dick out, and shoved it in my mouth. I swallowed his cum, and then waited for the next guy. At least he didn't want to play any games with my breasts, and just wanted a blow job. And so did all the rest of the guys. All of them were overdue for blow jobs, and couldn't wait to get their dicks in my mouth.

Finally all of them were done with me, and went on their way, leaving me with the two women.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" the shorter woman asked.

"No, Ma'am," I mumbled.

"Then what's the matter, Andrea?" she asked. "You look so sad."

What was the matter? I had the taste of six guys' cum in my mouth, and I was sitting on a dildo. As if she cared about how I felt. I was just a sex toy for her and all the rest of them to abuse, and we both knew it. Still I had to ask. "Ma'am, how long to I have to sit on this thing?"

"Would you rather be standing on those heels some more? I thought you wanted to get off your feet for a while."

She had a point, as standing on those heels all day was agony. "Yes, Ma'am, I did. But this thing hurts every time I move. I'm used to being on my knees when…"

She finished the sentence for me. "When you suck cocks?"

I blushed again. "Yes, Ma'am."

"So you like getting down on your knees and sucking cocks?"

"Um…yes, Ma'am."

She lifted my chin to make me look up. "Andrea, you have to tell me if you want to get down on your knees and suck cocks every night from now on."

She let go of me, and I looked up at her again, and said, "Ma'am, I'd like to do that every night."

She shook her head, and said, "That isn't good enough, Sissy. Beg for it. Tell me that you love sucking cocks, and you want to get down on your knees and suck cocks every night from now on!"

What was I to do? I had a dildo shoved up my ass. If humiliating me was so important to her, I would play along. I looked up at her and said, "Ma'am, I love sucking cocks! Please let me get down on my knees and suck cock every night from now on!"

"Much better!" she said. Then she turned to the other woman, and asked, 'Did you get that?"

I turned to see the tall woman pointing a phone at me, recording everything.

"Good as gold," she said.

"Ma'am, what are you going to do with all these videos you've been making of me?" I asked.

"We haven't decided yet. Maybe we'll post them on the Internet, so all of your friends can see what a cute little cocksucker you've become."

I looked up in horror. My friends back home were going to see me doing these things?

"Or maybe we'll just send them to your parents so they can see how their little boy has turned into a faggot who loves to get down on his knees and suck cock!"

"Oh my God, no," I moaned.

"Won't they be so proud of you?" the tall woman asked. "A sweet little sissy with big breasts who can't get enough cock!"

My eyes filled with tears at the embarrassment and humiliation of my parents seeing what I had become, and what I was doing here on my knees.

"Please don't do that to me!" I begged.

"Well then, be a good girl, don't give us any trouble, and maybe none of that will happen," the other woman said.

"I'll do whatever you want, I promise!" I said.

"We'll see," the tall woman said.

* * * * *

The next day the masked women put me in bondage. I wore nothing but stiletto heels when they wrapped a corset around me, and tightened it so I could barely breathe. Then they complimented me on my new hourglass figure, and laid me down on the concrete floor.

They quickly bound my wrists behind me. I expected to be hogtied, but instead they tied each ankle up to my thigh. Then they tied my bound wrists off to something behind me, pulling me up on my knees, and making me arch my back. When I groaned and started to ask if this was something new, they shoved a ball gag in my mouth, and locked it in place.

"No questions," the shorter woman said.

Then a clamp on one of my breasts made me wince. The other breast came next, and ropes from the clamps were tied to the wall in front of me. Now there were ropes pulling my breasts forward, and the rest of me backward. Then she tied the chain from my penis chastity somewhere, so even that went taut.

She took a couple of handfuls of my hair, and said, "Andrea, your hair is long enough to make pigtails now. I think it's time I started styling it."

I had noticed that my hair was chin length, but I hadn't paid much attention to it because I had bigger problems to worry about than hair care. So I just mumbled into my gag.

Then she attached more straps to my ball gag, wrapping them around my head, and drawing my head back to make me look up. Now I could hardly move at all, and I groaned again.

"Andrea I thought your ass might want a day of rest, but if you aren't happy with this, I could give you a butt plug. Maybe a vibrator? Or the inflatable-"

I screamed into the gag, trying to let her know those would not be necessary, and I was perfectly fine here, all tied up like a pretzel with my back arched, and my tits pulled out.

Apparently she got the message and left me alone. At least I wasn't in any pain. I was just completely helpless and couldn't move at all. So I was just trying to relax and settle in for a long morning when something happened. My penis started twitching. With all these ropes on me, and the corset around me and the gag in my mouth, it was the only part of me that could move. What was going on? I was trapped in bondage, and my dick was straining against its metal sheath. I briefly strained against my ropes, but I could barely breathe in this corset, so I quickly gave up, and so did the thing between my legs. I just knelt there in exhaustion, and waited until the women would decide to have some more fun with me.

That afternoon the women returned, and once again stood me up on my heels, with my wrists bound overhead. They ungagged me long enough to brush my hair, and then showed me that hair band with a big red bow.

"This will keep your hair in place for now," the shorter woman said. "Don't you think it looks cute?'

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Thank you very much."

With that, she used the hair band to pull my hair back, and gave me the courtesy of gagging me with a penis gag instead of the ball one that stretched my mouth. Then I was left there for the day to look down at my lifeless penis and ponder why it wasn't doing what it did before.

* * * * *

The days went on. Every morning the women would dress me up and I had to carry myself, and walk and talk like a girl. Usually they made me wear floral dresses or frilly outfits that a girl my age might wear. But sometimes I had to wear racy lingerie and stockings. They called it slutwear, and the name really fit. They painted my nails bright red, would spray perfume all over me. I think it was supposed to be the scent of some flower, but it always smelled sickly sweet to me.

But at least they weren't beating me any more. I still had to spend my afternoons tied up on those stiletto heels, usually blindfolded, and every couple of days I had to wear a butt plug. But even those didn't hurt that much any more; I think they had actually stretched my butt hole, so I could take those inside me now.

Sometimes they would take me out of my room into the rest of the building, to parade me around in whatever outfit I was wearing for their videos. But it just looked like a big empty concrete warehouse. While I was blindfolded I would listen for any clue to my location. But I never heard any street traffic, no trains going by, or planes overhead. I could only guess we were in some remote part of Australia, but I had no idea where I was.

Then one morning I was on my knees, bound hand and foot, with the two masked women standing over me. Suddenly, one of them held my arm, and the other one injected me from a needle.

"What…what's going on?" I asked.

"You said you wanted to be a good girl," the taller one said.

"I don't understand!" I said, starting to panic.

"And now we're going to make you look like a girl," she said. "It's time for your next surgery!"

My eyes went wide with fear, and I swallowed hard. "But…but I did everything you wanted!" I pleaded.

"Go to sleep, Sissy!" she said.

Oh, no! They were going to finish my sex change operation! They were going have my dick cut off and make me a girl for real! I tried to look up at them and say something, but sleep was coming over me and I could barely keep my eyes open. Then everything went dark.

CHAPTER 5
ANDREA'S NEW LOOK

I think they had me on some good drugs for a while. Some serious painkillers. Weeks must have gone by before I woke up again in my concrete prison cell. I was lying on my cot, and the two masked women were sitting on chairs next to me.

"I told you she was still alive," the shorter one said.

"You can't blame me for hoping," the tall woman said.

I was still half-asleep, groggy from whatever drugs they gave me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your surgeries went well," the other woman said. "Better than we hoped."

"Surgeries?" I asked. "What surgeries?"

"Andrea, you're a very pretty girl now," she said.

Then both of them burst into laughter, and it all came back to me. I was their prisoner and they sent me off to complete my sex change operation. I reached a hand down between my legs, dreading what I would find…or more properly, wouldn't find.

But then I felt the steel penis chastity. And my dick was still inside it…and my balls were still there too!

"It's still there," I said. "What kind of surgery did I have?"

"There were several," the short woman said, and gave me a hand held mirror.

The reflection of my face in the mirror looked different. I looked like a girl, and not just the long hair spilling all around my face. My chin was weaker, and my face looked much more feminine. I held up my hand to touch my cheek, just to make sure it was really me, and it felt sore.

"What happened to my face?" I asked.

"For starters, they shaved your cheeks to give you that lovely heart-shaped look. Don't you think you look adorable now?"

"Um, my face is really sore, though."

"Oh, you'll be on a liquid diet for the next couple of weeks while you finish recuperating. So no Vegemite for a while."

Well, at least one good thing had come out of this. I looked over at her and said, "That's so disappointing."

"But there's more! Didn't you notice your lips? Those gorgeous full lips of yours?"

I looked in the mirror again. Oh God, I almost wanted to kiss myself.

"How did they-'"

"Implants," she said. "I told them you wanted bee-stung lips!"

"I told them you wanted cock-sucker lips," the other woman said. "And that's what you got now! I'll bet the blokes can't wait until you wrap those lips of yours around their cocks again!"

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Not quite," the shorter woman said. "They also shaved your larynx, so you won't have an Adam's apple that would make you look like a boy. And they may have tweaked your voice-box so your voice won't change as you get older."

"My voice won't change?" I asked.

"So you'll always be singing soprano," she said.

I scowled at the thought of that, and the tall woman said, "There's another way to make sure you keep singing soprano, and you really aren't going to like that!"

I had a pretty good idea of what she meant, and I didn't say anything.

The shorter woman held up a sheet of paper and said, "While you're recuperating, we're going to get some use out of you. These are the words to the song you're going to sing for us. Memorize it!"

"But I'm not a singer," I said. "I can't sing."

"Everyone can sing," she said. "You're going to sing a Capella."

"Aka-what?" I asked. "I don't know that song."

"I mean without music!" she snarled at me. "And you're going to do the best you can, aren't you?"

I quickly nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. If they wanted me to sing, I was going to sing. But they were the ones who would have to listen to my awful singing.

Oh, the song. You know that Christmas song, Winter Wonderland? This is a slightly different version of it called, "Walking 'Round in Women's Underwear."

It goes like this:

Lacey things, the wife is missing.
Didn't ask, for her permission
I'm wearing her clothes,
Her silk pantyhose.
Walking around in women's underwear.

In the store, there's a teddy.
With little straps, like spaghetti.
It holds me so tight,
Like handcuffs at night.
Walking around in womens underwear

In the office there's a guy named Melvin.
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.
He'll say "Are you ready?"
I'll say, "Whoa man! Lets wait until the wife is out of town."
Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress, like Madonna.
Put on some eye shade, and join the parade.
Walking around in women's underwear.

* * * * *

I didn't see any of the men for the next two weeks. I was completely in the tender care of these two women. I was on a liquid diet, which meant no Vegemite for two weeks (yay!) but apparently I was not allowed to suck cocks either, at least until my pretty face healed. But that didn't mean they couldn't make good use of my butt. I think they decided to while away the time by using every butt plug they had. That included the inflatable one, the vibrating one, and yes they even came up with an inflatable one that vibrated. I can't tell you how much fun it was to stand on my high heels for hours with that thing inside me.

Also they made me rehearse my song every day, and recorded everything. After a couple of weeks, I was pronounced fit to resume sucking cocks, and even worse, since I could eat solid food now, they made me start eating Vegemite again.

That night, the men showed up again. Absence may make the heart fonder, but it also makes men hornier. There I was on my knees, dressed in just a shiny red satin teddy, with my hands bound behind me as all of them crowded around me.

"The Sheilas told me you were pretty, and they weren't kidding!" one guy said.

"Look at those lips!" another one said. "I can't wait to have those wrapped around my cock!"

They didn't have to wait long. One after another, they exploded in my mouth, and some of them got their cum on my face, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Finally they were all done with me, and they were about to leave, when the women told them to wait.

"Andrea would like to sing for you," the tall woman said.

The men all stopped and turned to me. "Is that right?" one of them said. "The cunt can sing?"

"She better," the tall woman said, then turned and snapped at me, "Sing!"

The other woman had already pointed her phone at me to record everything, and I looked up to see a semi-circle of masked men standing around me. Somewhere today there is a video of me tied up on my knees, dressed in a red teddy, with cum smeared on my face singing "Walking 'Round in Women's Underwear."

By the end of the song, all of the guys were applauding and laughing so hard that my face felt like it had turned as bright red as my teddy. A couple of the guys laughed so hard that they doubled over and had to sit down.

* * * * *

Sometimes I wondered if it was Christmas. I had no track of time, no idea of how many months I had been a prisoner. But I had been kidnapped in the middle of May, so that might mean I had been here for eight months. More weeks and even months went by, with more of the same routine. Dressing up like a girl, being forced to stand on my stiletto heels in bondage all day, and then giving blow jobs every night. The women made me eat Vegemite, and recorded my abuse every day.

I just did whatever they told me. I was their obedient little slave girl, and time went on. One day I noticed that my hair was now down to my shoulders. The two woman had me tied up on my knees, wearing only a bra, and I finally decided to ask them the burning question.

I looked up at the tall woman and asked, "Ma'am, how much longer are you going to keep me here? Are you going to kill me?"

The two masked women turned to each other, and then back to me. It was the tall woman who spoke. "Killing you would be a total waste. We are trying to decide the best way to monetize you."

"Monet-tize?" I asked.

"God, this kid is stupid!" she said.

Then the other woman said, "She means we're going to sell you. We're just trying to figure out the best way to do it."

"Sell me??" I asked.

"There are a lot of people in Australia who would love to kill you. Many more who would like to have you as a slave, so they could torture you day after day."

"But…if you want money…my parents have lots of money," I said.

"Oh, we have no intention of ever letting you leave Australia, you little brat! No, you're going to be sold into slavery and stay right here. We just have to decide whether to finish your surgery," she said.

"Finish my surgery? What does that mean?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

The other woman answered. "There are rich men in our country who might want to use you as a slave girl," she said. "Of course they would want a girl, not a she-male. That would mean completing the sex change surgery."

I stared at her blankly.

The tall woman explained, "She means they would have to cut your dick off!"

My whole body shuddered, and I tried to speak.

On the other hand," the other woman said, "There are some wealthy gay men who would be willing to buy you, as is. Then you wouldn't need another surgery."

"Um…that sounds…less worse," I said.

"That's why we've been trying to stretch your arse with those butt plugs, in case a gay man wants to buy you."

How very considerate of them, I thought, but I did not dare say it.

"And since you raised this subject, Andrea, which would you prefer? Would you like to be the slave girl of a straight man, or the sissy slave of a gay man?"

I swallowed. Neither choice looked very good. "Can I have some time to think this over?"

"What's to think over?" the tall woman snarled at me. "Do you want your dick cut off or not?"

"No!" I cried.

"Then you'd rather belong to some fag who will pound your butt every night?"

"But I don't want that either!" I sobbed.

"Those are your choices, faggot!" she shouted at me. "Choose now, or we will choose for you!"

So I chose, tears spilling down my cheeks. As I knelt there crying, I felt a needle pricking my arm. I only remember sobbing until I fell asleep.

CHAPTER 6
HOSPITALIZED

The two Sydney police officers approached an abandoned building. "It doesn't look like anyone's been in there for years," one of them said.

"The anonymous tip said there was a woman lying on the ground here, so let's check it out," his partner said. He shoved open a creaking door to find a woman dressed in a black maid's uniform, tied up on the floor. He let out a curse, and said, "Call the paramedics, I'll get to her."

Not only was the young woman unconscious, but she had some kind of leather gag stuck in her mouth. The officer untied the gag, and was startled to find it had a rubber penis built into it. He swore again, and untied her wrists and ankles. He found a pulse in her neck, so at least she was alive, but still not responsive at all.

When the paramedics arrived a few minutes later, he explained the situation to them. They loaded her onto a stretcher, and took her to the hospital. The emergency room doctor examined her, called for an IV solution, and had her moved to the intensive care unit.

The ICU doctor started to examine her, and noticed the red marks on her wrists and ankles. "It would be nice if you woke up and told us what happened to you," he said.

Then he called for a nurse to undress her. "It feels like she's wearing a corset underneath that uniform, and I need to examine her for internal injuries."

The nurse carefully removed the maid's uniform, and then undid all of the stays on the corset to remove it, leaving her clad only in a pink bra and panties, and gasped. "Doctor, I think you need to take a look at this!" she said.

"Is she all right?" he asked.

"She is a he," she said, pointing at his groin. "He has a metal tube locked onto his penis. And it looks like he has something stuck in his arse!"

"What have you been up to, little one?" he asked. "All right, let's get it out of there. This won't be the first butt plug I've had to remove. And then call the police. The sex crimes unit."

By the time the police detective arrived, the patient had been stabilized, although still unconscious, and moved to a private room.

"What's the story?" Detective Wilson asked the nurse on duty.

"We have no identification on the patient. He appears to be a young teenager, perhaps even pre-teen. He appears to be malnourished, and the ligature marks on his wrists and ankles indicate he's been tied up. But what's even more disturbing is the evidence of gender reassignment surgery. We initially thought he was a girl because he has implants in his breasts, and it appears that he has had a pair of ribs removed."

"What the Hell?" Wilson said.

"Someone went to a lot of trouble to make him look like a girl. A corset, a maid's uniform, high heels. He may have had plastic surgery on his face as well. Also, he still has a steel tube locked around his penis. We're going to need a locksmith to get that off."

"Can you wake him up so I can question him?"

"The doctor doesn't recommend that, but he should wake up on his own soon enough," she said.

"All right, let me know as soon as he's awake," he said, and walked out.

* * * * *

Andy stirred, and opened his eyes. He was lying in a hospital bed.

"Doctor, Detective, he's awake!" a woman called out.

This was a nice, comfortable bed, he thought. Then he saw he was wearing some kind of thin white gown, and two men and a woman hurried into the room.

"Where am I?" he asked.

The man in the white coat said, "You're in a hospital-"

"A hospital?" Andy asked, and pulled his sheet down to reach for his groin. "Did you operate on me?"

"I'm a doctor, and no one's going to operate on you," the man said.

Then he felt his penis in its chastity, still between his legs, and a wave of relief washed over him.

"They told me they were going to operate on me. To cut off my penis and finish making me into a girl."

"I'm Detective Wilson," the other man said. "What's your name? Who told you they were going to operate on you?"

"I'm Andy Miles. Those people who kidnapped me, I don't know who they were."

"Are you from around here?" Wilson asked. "You sound American."

"Wait, I know that name," the doctor said. "There was an American athlete, a swimmer, who went missing about a year ago."

"That's me," Andy said.

For them, their year-long case finally had a break. But for me, things were just getting started. Detective Wilson wanted any information I had on the kidnappers, and where I had been. I told him I had been held in what looked like an abandoned factory or warehouse, with concrete walls and floors. But I had been blindfolded, and they had worn masks. I had never seen their faces and told him I couldn't give him much of a description of anyone, except for their dicks. He said that didn't help any. He asked me if their voices were distinctive, but all I could tell him was they had Australian accents, and that really didn't help much, either.

After he left, I asked the nurse if I could have something to eat. I ate the sandwich they brought me, and asked for more. The doctors and nurses were amazed at how much hospital food I could put away, and I told them I would eat any food they put in front of me as long as it wasn't Vegemite. That the kidnappers made me eat Vegemite all the time. The doctor explained that it was an acquired taste, and I explained that after a year of eating it, I still hadn't acquired that taste.

Then a locksmith showed up, and I had to show him my penis chastity, which made him burst into laughter. But the doctor told him to shut up and get that thing off me. When he finally unlocked it, he handed it to me as if he thought I wanted it.

"Thanks a lot," was all I could say, relieved that I was rid of it at last.

When I finally wasn't hungry any more, I had a sudden thought. "I have to call my parents!" I said. "I've been gone for a year, they must think I'm dead!"

"Of course," the nurse said. "We will set up a video call for you."

She left, and I wondered how I was going to explain this to my parents. That their son was now half-girl, and my swimming career was over. I tucked my long hair behind my ears in the hope that they would recognize me, and I wouldn't look too much like a girl with this face.

A while later, the nurse came back with a laptop computer. She said, "We told your parents that you're alive, and you've been injured, but that you are recuperating, and you will need to stay here in the hospital for at least a week, and probably two. We really weren't sure how you wanted to do this."

"Thank you," I said, as she set the laptop down next to me. Then the screen lit up, and my parents were sitting at their living room table.

"Andy, it's really you!" my Mom said. "You're alive!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm alive-"

"Are you all right? What happened? It's been a year! They told us you were injured!"

"It's hard to explain. I was kidnapped-"

"Kidnapped?" she shouted. "Who kidnapped you??"

This was going to take a while since Mom wasn't going to let me get a word in edgewise. "I don't know. They grabbed me from my hotel, but the important thing is that-"

"They said you were injured," Mom interrupted again. "What happened?"

"They removed a pair of my ribs. They did surgeries on me-"

"What??" she shouted. "Why would they do that?"

"Because they're horrible people! Mom, they wanted to make me look like a girl! Look, they even gave me breast implants," I said, and cupped my hands around my ample boobs."

My dad just gasped, but as usual, Mom was more eloquent. "What kind of people would do this? Who would perform surgery on a child?"

"They said they were going to make me have a sex-change operation," I said. "But at least they didn't finish all of it."

Dad finally found his voice. "Andy, when you say they didn't finish it, do you mean you still have your…uh, original equipment?"

Mom gave him a nasty look, but I just said, "Yes, I'm still intact, I mean except for a pair of ribs missing. Otherwise, they just gave me extra stuff, like the implants."

Now Dad looked like he had steam coming out of his ears. "Thank God for that, at least, but we are going to sue EVERYONE! That hotel you stayed at, the people who organized the swim meet, the city of Sydney, the government of Australia, and anyone else we can think of!"

"I will get my colleagues on this right away," Mom said. "They are going to pay for this!"

Dad is a vice president at a big company, but Mom is a partner at a law firm, and she knows lots of attorneys who are good at chasing ambulances. You don't want to get on the wrong side of her.

"They said I'm going to be here for at least a week-" I started.

"We've both arranged to take time off from work," Mom said. "We will be on the first flight we can get to Australia. We'll be there real soon."

So that was that. My parents were coming to Australia and we were going to sue everyone they could think of. I guess my life needed to become more complicated. The next time my doctor came to see me, I asked him if I could get out of bed to go to the bathroom.

He had no objection, but when I tried to walk across the room, my ankles ached, and I sat back down on the bed.

"Let me take a look at your legs," he said, and started massaging my ankles and lower legs.

"They made me wear high heels for a whole year," I said.

"That would explain it. Your tendons aren't just tight, it looks like they've been shortened."

"I take it that's bad?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so. Normally this only occurs in women who have worn high heels for many years. Their tendons gradually shorten until it becomes painful to wear flat shoes. I will have a specialist look at you, but the condition is normally irreversible."

"You mean I would have to wear high heels for the rest of my life?" I asked.

He shook his head. "That would be my best guess, but the specialist may have a different opinion."

I didn't know how much more of this good news I could take. I was five feet tall, I had a big pair of breasts sticking out of my chest, an hourglass figure, and now I might have to wear high heels for the rest of my life.

"Oh, my parents are going to love to hear that," I muttered. "What else can go wrong?"

I found out the next day. While I was recovering nicely, the team of doctors that had consulted with me delivered their prognosis that the trauma to my body had been substantial, and combined with the removal of my ribs, and the malnourishment for an entire year, that it was unlikely I would grow any taller. And yes, my leg tendons were permanently shortened, so I would have to wear high heels if I wanted to walk without pain. At least that would make me look taller, which was nice since I was going to be five-foot-nothing for the rest of my life.

Then next day, Mom and Dad showed up, and I shared the doctors' prognosis with them. They were not pleased. The following day, Mom's team of ambulance chasers arrived, and those guys were loaded for bear. One of the lawyers explained to me that it would be necessary for me to testify in court. I told him I didn't care, I would do whatever it took to make these people pay for what had happened to me.

It's not that I wanted to have to testify in public dressed up like a schoolgirl with my hair in pigtails. But the lawyers were of the belief that when I shared my tearful story of how I was on my way to becoming an Olympic champion, and achieving fame and fortune, only to have my dreams shattered and my life destroyed by being forced to live as some kind of half-girl freak, the jury might award me the entire city of Sydney as damages.

But the case never went to trial. As much as I didn't want to testify in court, the Australian lawyers REALLY didn't want me to testify in court. If the publicity would be bad for me, it would be about a million times worse for them, and they desperately wanted to keep this entire affair quiet. They were highly motivated to make this go away, and quickly.

It took them less than a week, and I was still in the hospital when they made a settlement offer of nearly the Moon and the stars. Even after our lawyers took their cut, I would be left with more than $30 million. The lawyers said it was for damages, which I guess was appropriate for what they did to me, but I couldn't even understand that number; it sounded like more money than there was in the world.

"So now I'll have lots of money," I said to Mom. "But what happens when I go home? How do I live like this?"

"If you want some privacy while you figure things out, we've been looking at real estate properties on video," she said. "We found a place up the coast, a couple of hours drive from home. A big house on 800 acres of land, about ten miles outside of town. Close enough that we can come and visit, but no neighbors, and plenty of privacy."

"Eight hundred acres?" I asked. "So I'm going to live on a farm?"

"More like a country estate. No farming involved," she said. "They want just over a million dollars for it, and I think we can negotiate them down a bit. But it's your money. Would you rather live at home with us?"

Privacy sounded good until I got my life figured out. The less people seeing me looking like this, the better. "Let's buy that big house," I said.

Now that my physical body was mending, the doctors turned their attention to my emotional state. They brought in some kind of social worker, a child psychologist who wanted to talk to me about my feelings. She was probably my parents' age, and dressed in a suit like a professional person.

"Now that you've had some time to recover from your physical injuries, would you like to talk about what you went through?" she asked.

She actually seemed like a nice person, but I couldn't help but wonder if she just liked to hear all the juicy details of sex crimes.

"Well, I was beaten and raped, and they did just about anything you could possibly do to a person. Then they cut me open and made me look like a girl," I said. "That pretty much sums things up."

She seemed taken aback. "Oh…well…I'm very sorry to hear that. I just thought if you wanted to talk about any of this, I'd like very much to help."

"Can you help me get my life back?" I asked. "I used to be one of the best swimmers in the world, but then I came to Australia, where everyone hates me, and now I look like a girl."

"I understand you're upset, and that's perfectly normal," she said. "But not everyone hates you. Those were just criminals who kidnapped you."

"So what is it that you want me to tell you? They did things to me that I wouldn't do to a dog, and now my swimming career is over and I have a big pair of breasts sticking out of my chest, but the lawyers got a lot of money for me, so I'm all better now!"

"Andy, could we start at the beginning? I'm aware of what you've been through, and you've actually come out of this emotionally much better than I would have expected. After a year-long traumatic experience like that, most people would be lying on the floor in a fetal position," she said.

"After a while, I got used to it," I said. "Whatever they did to me…that doesn't mean I liked it, I just got kind of numb to it, like I didn't care any more."

"You said that they beat you…how did you get used to that?"

"Well, the beatings stopped after about a month. I mean they didn't beat me for no reason like they did in the beginning. So then as long as I did whatever they wanted, they didn't beat me any more."

"But the sexual abuse went on?"

"Oh yeah, they never got tired of that. But as long as I did what they wanted, they didn't beat me. It seemed like what they really wanted was to humiliate me. I had been the best swimmer in the world, and they wanted to show me that I was nothing, I was just a piece of meat, and they wanted to rub my nose in it."

"That must have been awful," she said,

I just shrugged. "After a while, I got used to that too. They made me dress up in girl's underwear, and point a camera in my face, and call me a sissy or a cunt, and I just learned to go along with it. It was better than getting beat up again, and I was tied up all the time, so it's not like I had any choice."

"They took pictures of you while this was going on?" she asked, her eyebrows going up.

"They made videos, too," I said. "And sometimes they made me watch the video while all of them laughed at me."

"Oh my God, that must have been horrible," she said. "I would have lost my mind if people did anything like that to me."

I looked at her, and she seemed genuine enough, but I'm not good at reading people. I can't tell what they're thinking. "If I tell you something, is it confidential?"

"Yes, of course," she said.

"That means you can't tell anyone, not even my parents," I said. "ESPECIALLY not my parents!"

"Andy, anything you say to me is privileged information. Like a lawyer with a client. If you don't want me to, I won't tell your parents."

"OK, then this is just between us. They had this metal tube locked onto my penis, and they would sometimes drag me around by it."

She winced. "Yes, I read your report. I can't even imagine that!"

I nodded. "Yeah, it was the worst. But the thing is, there were times when I was all tied up in one of those frilly outfits, and they were taunting me and calling me names," I said. "And my penis was straining against it. If it wasn't for that metal tube, it would have been sticking straight up in the air! Can you explain why that would happen?"

She stared at me. I stared at her. Now I've really fixed myself, I thought. On top of my entire life going to Hell, now she thinks I'm some kind of pervert and she'll tell my parents.

"Oh…uh…sexual arousal is certainly possible in a wide variety of circumstance," she said.

"You can't tell my parents about this!" I reminded her.

"No, no, I won't," she said holding her hands up. "This is nothing to worry about. Something about the predicament you were in must have excited you. But I can't discuss those topics with you."

"Uh, exactly what are those topics?" I asked.

Now she looked really uncomfortable. "This isn't something I should be discussing with a child, especially one who has been through so much trauma," she said. "But if you want to learn more about whatever you experienced, then when you get home, you can do your own research on the Internet But I must tell you that topics such as bondage and sado-masochism are best left for adults."

"Sado-masochism?" I asked.

"You really need to look that up for yourself."

"Look it up?" I asked. "I can't even spell that!"

She shook her head. "It means experiencing pleasure from pain," she said.

I thought about it for a minute.

"Well, that does sound like what happened to me."

"Then you can look it up yourself," she said. "You'll have to do your own research."

"And don't tell my parents about this, OK?" I added.

"Yes, I heard you the first two times you said that," she said.

So maybe I had learned something useful after all. I had to spend another week in the hospital, in which time they confirmed their original prognosis about me. My growth had been stunted and I probably wouldn't grow another inch, and also that I would have to wear heels for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER 7
GOING HOME

After two weeks in the hospital, I was finally well enough to go home. Mom had somehow retrieved my passport from the hotel I had stayed in last year, and had bought me a T-shirt, white sweater, bluejeans and what looked like a pair of high-heeled cowboy boots. Everything fit, except for my T-shirt, which only went halfway to my waist because when she took my measurements, she somehow forgot about the two big orbs sticking out of my chest.

"Just wear the sweater over it," she told me.

I was so relieved to be on the plane. "Happiness is when your wheels leave the ground in Australia, and you never have to go back there again," I said.

But Dad said, "We aren't in the clear until we're halfway to Hawaii. Otherwise if there's a mechanical problem, we would have to come back here to land."

I groaned. I would just as soon crash in the ocean and sleep with the fish than go back to Australia again. Hours went by, flying over the endless ocean, and I must have fallen asleep. But the flight went without incident, and we landed safely in Los Angeles. All went well…until we had to go through Customs in LA.

The customs agent collected our passports, and then looked at the three of us. Specifically me. He looked from me to the passport and back. Over and over.

He turned to my father. "Um…it says Andrea here is male? And this picture doesn't look anything like her."

Oh, God! Could he say that any louder? We were in line, in an airport full of people, and I was sure everyone was staring at me now. My passport photo was a picture of an 11-year old boy, and I just stared down at my boots, but I could feel my face turning red.

My mother spoke up. "Our daughter is transgender!" she hissed. "And she's very sensitive about it! Do we all have to provide DNA samples for you??"

"All right, all right, I was just asking," he said, handing the passports to her, and he waved us through.

So sometimes it's good to have a Tiger Mom. While we were waiting for a taxi to take us home, I said to Mom, "I need some girl clothes. I don't want to go through anything like that again."

"Whatever you want, Andy," she said.

When we got home, I went straight to bed. I was tired from the flight, and just wanted to sleep in my own bed. I didn't wake up until noon, and then Mom told me they had bought the place in the country, and had set up interviews to hire the people to maintain the estate.

"What would you like to do about your education?" Mom asked.

"I never thought about that," I said. "I've lost a whole year."

"We have until fall to work this out, but did you want to go back to your old school?"

A chill went down my spine. "Mom, I don't think I can go back to school looking like this."

"That's what I'm thinking, too. I believe you would be better off being home schooled, at least for this year. So I would like to hire a tutor for you."

At least that was settled. A few days later, Mom and Dad were satisfied with the people they had hired. A tutor for me, who could also maintain the house and grounds, and a housekeeper who would also do the cooking. Mom said we would drive up there on the weekend, so I could meet them and move in.

The house was huge, and then Mom took me over to another building behind it. "What is this place?" I asked.

"Look!" she said, sliding a door open. Inside was an Olympic-sized swimming pool.

"A 50-meter pool?" I asked.

"That's one of the reasons we bought this place, in case you wanted to start swimming again."

"Thanks, but my swimming career is over," I said.

"Andy, you're allowed to swim for fun now," she said.

"Oh yeah, I'm not used to thinking that way," I said.

"Let's go to the house, you need to meet your household staff."

I had household staff now? I wondered. That sounded like I was an important person.

My tutor was a young guy who had just graduated from college, and had teaching credentials. The housekeeper was his girlfriend, also his age, so they were a package deal, and both would be living with me. Mom said she had checked out all of the references with the diligence of a CIA agent, and told me to call her if I had any trouble with them.

Bob and Jenny seemed very friendly, and that was a relief. Bob went outside to look around, and Jenny sat down with me. "Andy, your parents told us about what happened to you, but you'll be safe here with us," she said.

"Thanks, that's a relief," I said.

"Your Mom opened an account with a department store in town, and she said you were going to need a wardrobe. So when you're ready, I'll take you into town to go shopping."

"Thanks, most of my old clothes don't really fit that well any more."

"Also, you might want to do something with your hair," she said. "I go to a salon where they can take care of you."

"OK, I never had long hair like this before. I don't really know what to do with it."

"Don't worry, they'll fix you up."

"All right, then maybe tomorrow we can go into town?" I asked.

"Sure, we'll plan on mid-day or so. Just let me know when you're ready to go."

So that was our plan to get me settled in here. I was going to have my hair done. I was also getting clothes that would fit me; in other words, girl's clothes. I hoped Jenny knew what she was doing, because I didn't know anything about shopping for clothes.

The next day, she took me to a shopping mall in town.

"While we're out in public, I think I should call you Andrea," she said.

"Good idea," I said. "I don't want to attract any attention."

But no one bothered us in the department store as Jenny had me try on all different colors of blouses and skirts. Then she had me try on dresses. Girls may love to go shopping, but I don't. After more than an hour, of this, I asked, "So which outfit am I getting?"

She pointed at the huge pile of clothing she had made on a chair. "All of it."

My eyes widened. "All of it?" I asked.

"You do need a new wardrobe, so I thought we would get it all at once," she said. "Or would you rather we come back several times, and buy things one outfit at a time?"

"No, you're right," I said. "Let's get this over with all at once."

"All right, let's get you some shoes and boots," she said. "Boots that a girl would wear."

"OK," I said, looking down at my perfectly good boots that apparently no real girl would be caught dead in.

So I ended up with two pair of knee-high boots, one black and the other white. Jenny said they would go with different outfits, and I took her word for it. We also bought a couple of pairs of high heeled shoes that tied around my ankles. So now I was dressed in a white blouse, blue skirt, and white knee-high boots.

"I think you need some swimsuits, too," she said.

"I have hundreds of swimsuits at home," I said. "Mom or Dad can bring them."

"Andy has swimsuits," she whispered, and motioned toward my chest. "But I don't think they'll fit well on Andrea."

"Oh…yeah," I said, glancing down at my ample bosom. "I see what you mean."

So we went to another department. "This is a good neutral color," she said, holding up a white one-piece swimsuit.

"Um…white swimsuits get kind of transparent when they get wet," I said.

She broke into a grin. "Oh, I can see where you wouldn't want that," she said.

So we got a red suit and the white one, too.

"All right, let's put all this in the car, and then we can come back and have your hair done," she said.

With the baggage out of the way, she brought me into the salon, where she talked to the hairstylist for a while. Then she came back to me, and said, "I explained to Karen that you're transgender and still shy about it, so it won't be embarrassing. And I told her what you want done, so she'll take care of you."

That was good because I didn't know what I wanted, but I figured it's probably best to leave these decisions to the experts.

"I'll come back in an hour to pick you up," Jenny said.

"A whole hour?" I asked. "My haircuts never take more than ten or fifteen minutes."

She just smiled at me. "Andrea has a lot of hair, and trust me, it will take a while."

So she left, and then Karen had me sit back in a reclining chair next to a sink, and ran warm water over my hair.

"Oh, this feels nice," I said.

"Andrea, your hair has a lot of body, but you really should take better care of it," she said.

"That's why I'm here. To start taking better care of it," was all I could say. I really didn't want to explain how I had spent the past year with kidnappers who were less interested in my hair care than they were in beating and raping me.

Karen seemed very nice, but also very chatty. Jenny had told her I was transgender, and didn't want to open up to people, but Karen wanted to talk about my hair, and all I could do was say "yes" or "no" but she still wanted to make conversation, and I just wanted her to cut my hair. When she was finally done, at last I got to sit under a noisy hair dryer in relative peace and quiet. After a while, she decided I was done, and brushed out my hair. It was parted in the middle, and it did look very pretty, with long soft curls hanging down to the ample breasts I still wasn't used to looking at.

"Thank you very much," I said. "It looks nice."

She smiled, and went off to deal with another customer.

As I sat there waiting for Jenny, I looked out the window and watched the people go by. There were kids my age, sometimes a boy or a couple of girls would pass by. Which reminded me that I had no friends now. Maybe I could go out there and sit on a bench for a while. Or maybe I could ask a girl for directions around the mall. But could I ever make friends with any of the kids here in town? What would I talk about with the girls? And what if I met a boy, and he was interested in me, and then he found out what I really am?

I really should just sit here and wait for Jenny. But it couldn't hurt to look around the mall. I hadn't seen much of it, so I wandered across the mall, and it was huge! I saw some stores were boarded up, and Jenny had told me a lot of little shops were going out of business because of competition from on-line shopping from companies like Amazon. I saw one small wing of the mall looked to be entirely deserted.

"Nice boots!" called a girl's voice behind me.

I turned to see three girls who were probably a little older than me. "Oh thanks, I just got them."

"Cute outfit," said another girl as they came up to me. "And I love your hair!"

"Thanks, I just had it done at the salon down there," I said.

"We don't see a lot of boys with sissy long hair like you," she said, as they crowded around me.

I swallowed hard. "Um…girls…look-" I said.

"Be quiet, sweetie," one of them said, placing her hands on my shoulders. "We want to get a better look at you."

"I…I don't want any trouble," I said. "But how…how did you know-"

"That you're a sissy boy?" she asked. "You really went overboard on those boobs. Little girls aren't built like that!"

I started to say something, but one of the girls, grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, and another one grabbed my face and squeezed my mouth shut. Then I felt a knife blade pressed against my neck.

"Don't say a word, and don't make a sound, sissy boy, and you won't get hurt," one of the girls hissed. "Now come with us!"

They dragged me down this deserted wing of the mall past boarded up stores, and into one dark empty store. Then they shoved me to my knees, and then face down on the wooden floor.

I felt a cloth tying my wrists behind my back. Oh God, I'm being kidnapped again, I thought.

"I made the call," one of the girls said. "He'll be here in a minute."

"Hear that, sissy?" another girl said. "Your ride's on the way. All we have to do now is gag you, and we can take you home!"

"Please don't do this to me!" I begged. "You can't just drag me out of the mall tied up and gagged!"

"Oh yes we can!" she said, shoving a cloth in my mouth. Then she tied a cloth through my mouth, and tied it off behind my neck. Finally, she fluffed up my hair, and splayed it all around me. "Now don't you look cute! A sweet little sissy ready to take a trip to his new home!"

Then a tall boy showed up, older than the girls. "I brought the poncho," he said, holding up some kind of olive drab garment.

One of the girls placed a light blue surgeon's mask across my face, and hooked it behind my ears. "You're a very thoughtful sissy to wear this mask," she said. "And it does a nice job of covering your gag, too!"

Then they threw this large, shapeless poncho over me. It had a hole which my head eventually popped through, but the rest of me was covered down to my boots. Two of the girls reached under the poncho, and each took me by an arm. The other one pressed the flat of her knife against my cheek, and snarled at me, "You're going to walk out of this mall with us nice and easy, because if you try anything, I will carve you up! You got that, sissy?"

My eyes wide with fear, I tried to nod my head.

Then they marched me out of the mall. No one paid any attention to a group of girls, one of whom was dressed in rain gear and a face mask. Once outside, they took me to a van. The boy had already opened the back door, and had climbed in. They turned me around with my back to him, and he reached under my poncho, grabbed me under both armpits, and lifted me up into the van. As I lay there on the floor of the van, the poncho was pulled off, and they all looked down at me.

"Now let's see what sissy boy has between his legs," a girl said.

I couldn't fight them. The girls pulled my legs apart, and one of them grabbed me right through my panties. "Look at that, the sissy is still part boy!"

Then another girl squeezed one of my breasts, and made me squeal into the gag. "Hey, they aren't falsies!" she said. "Sissy boy has real tits!"

"Looks like he…she…it can't make up its mind what it wants to be," the boy said. Then he sat on a folding chair, and said, "Let's see if it's good at sucking cock!"

"How about it, sissy?" asked one of the girls. "They say fags give the best blow jobs!"

"Yeah, make it suck my cock," the boy said, unzipping his pants.

As I watched, his cock was already trying to burst through his underwear.

"There's nothing like a faggot dressed up like a girl, is there?" he asked. "Especially when the sissy is all tied up and can't do anything about it!"

Then he let out a belly laugh, and all the girls joined in, and I felt my entire face turning red. There I was in my new outfit, with my new boots, and my new hair, supposed to be enjoying a day at the mall, and instead I was in a van on my knees, all tied up and gagged, and about to have a cock shoved in my mouth.

A voice called, out, "Andrea, are you ready to go?"

"What?" I asked, startled.

"Earth to Andrea!" Jenny said. "Are you ready to go home? Your hair looks lovely!"

I looked up and saw Jenny. I was still sitting in the salon, waiting for her to take me home. I had been daydreaming about being kidnapped again, and my dick was rock hard! "Oh, yeah!" I said. "I guess I was just thinking!"

"Well you looked like you were a million miles away," she said. "Now let's go."

I noticed she was carrying a couple of shopping bags. "What are those bags? Can I help you with them?" I asked, as we left together.

"No, they aren't heavy. Just lingerie," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"Your new underwear. Bras, panties, and also some stockings and nightgowns."

"Oh," I said. "I'm glad you know how to pick out that stuff. I would been embarrassed just to buy it."

As we walked out of the mall, all I could think about was my fantasy about being kidnapped by other kids. I had already been through that for real, so why would I want to be tied up and raped again?

CHAPTER 8
GETTING AWAY FROM IT ALL

My life had settled down to a normal routine. I had a wardrobe full of new clothes to wear, and Bob was helping me catch up on the year of school work I had missed, so I was getting used to my new life out here at this secluded estate. The problem was that I was bored all the time. I kept thinking back to my year in captivity, and how exciting that could have been, except for me always thinking I was about to be killed. How I had imagined myself being kidnapped at the mall, and how that had turned me on.

Then I remembered what the social worker in Australia had told me, and I went on the Internet to look up bondage and sadomasochism. I was fascinated that people could do those things, but in a safe environment. Not like in Australia, being kidnapped and having people threatening to kill me.

I wondered if we could do the same thing here, only without the torture and death threats. Just the things that had excited me, like the bondage and humiliation, only without the horrible beatings. I would lie in my big canopy bed at night and fantasize about Jenny tying me up and slapping me around, and then Bob forcing me to suck his cock.

But that couldn't happen here. They were responsible for taking care of me. If they ever did anything like that to me, my parents would have them thrown in prison for the rest of their lives. Besides, I didn't even know how I could approach them to ask about this.

Finally I decided, I would ask Jenny. Actually, I wouldn't really come right out and ask her. I would just look this up on my laptop computer, and then leave it open where she could see it. Then I would act all embarrassed, and then I would ask her if she knew anything about this, because it reminded me of what I went through in Australia.

So one day, I had my laptop on the living room table, displaying a web page that sold bondage gear, showing a woman in a bikini, tied up spreadeagled with a red ball gag in her mouth. Then I asked Jenny about the next time we were going to the mall, and as she was answering me, she glanced at the laptop.

She pointed. "Andy, what are you looking at there?"

"Oh…um…I was just thinking about what happened to me in Australia," I said. "And the social worker back there told me I could look this stuff up if I wanted to learn more about it."

"That website isn't for children," she said, shaking her head.

"Do you know about this bondage stuff?" I asked.

She scowled at me. Finally she said, "Well…yes…Bob and I have…experimented from time to time, but you shouldn't be involved in that."

"Well, I'm bored out of my mind here, and I don't have any friends my age. So I've been thinking back to when I got tied up a lot in Australia, and I think it would have been OK if people hadn't been beating me and threatening to kill me all the time."

"Andy, you were the victim of sex crimes! Those are felonies! If we do anything like that with you, we would end up in prison!"

"But you don't have to be involved with this at all. I can buy the stuff I want," I said.

"So what is it you really want to do? You want to be tied up and humiliated?"

"Something like that, I'm not sure," I said. "All I need you to do is not tell my parents."

She let out a sigh. "All right, Andy, do what you want, but don't involve us, and don't do anything stupid!"

I figured that went as well as could be expected. She didn't tell me I couldn't do it, and I hoped she wouldn't tell my parents.

So my boring, lonely life went on, although Jenny did buy some new outfits for me. Disney princess costumes, so she could dress me up as Snow White or Ariel (the little mermaid.) Maybe she thought those would be humiliating for me. But she wouldn't do more than that. I understood that Bob and Jenny were adults, they cared about me, and they didn't want me to get hurt any more, but every day seemed to be just more of the same thing. Finally I ordered some bondage equipment that I thought I might be able to use without killing myself.

Then one day, Jenny suggested we go away on vacation. "It will be a chance for you to travel to someplace new. Where no one knows you, and you can walk around out in the open without worrying about anything."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," I said. "Like someplace far away, so if something goes wrong, we can just leave and never go back there?"

"I understand your concern, but I don't think anything will go wrong," she said. "Anyone who sees you will just think you're a girl. People won't even notice you."

"OK, then where would we go?"

"Bob and I were thinking of taking you to New Zealand for a couple of weeks of vacation. "It will be something new, a chance for you to get away from here for a while, do some sight seeing," she said.

"Wow, that's really far away! But isn't that close to Australia?" I asked. I didn't want to go anywhere near Australia.

"It's several hundred miles away," she said. "There's nothing to worry about."

"All right, that sounds like a good idea then," I said.

They had to take me into town to have a new passport made, and this one said I was a girl, so I wouldn't have the embarrassment of trying to explain myself to a customs agent again. The big day came, I wore a red blouse, a white skirt, and my white boots, and we were off. Another incredibly long flight over the biggest ocean in the world. I didn't sleep much on the plane, so when we got to the bungalow we had rented, I was so exhausted that I fell fast asleep.

CHAPTER 9
NOT AGAIN!

I woke up, and I couldn't open my eyes. I was blindfolded! I wanted to reach up and pull off the blindfold, but I couldn't move! My wrists were tied behind my back, and I was tied to some kind of post or column by ropes around my chest. What was going on? Were Bob and Jenny playing a prank on me? I tried to call out to them, but there was a cloth gag stuck in my mouth, and my words were slurred. This wasn't a dream or a fantasy! I was really tied up and gagged! How did this happen? I wondered, as I struggled against these ropes.

"Well, well, look who's awake," said a female voice I didn't recognize. Worse yet, she sounded Australian.

"Where am I? Who are you?" I tried to say through the gag.

Suddenly she pulled the blindfold off, and I blinked against the light. I stared at her. She was about my age but taller than me. She had long dark hair pulled back, and had a cute face, but I didn't recognize her.

"Andy Miles, the great swimming champion," she said. "Or should I call you Andrea now?"

"What's going on?" I slurred through the gag.

"Welcome back to Australia, little sissy boy!" she said. "Don't you look pretty in that outfit?"

"How did I get here?" I tried to ask.

"Don't worry about that, sweetie. And I love your boots, too! Do you think those heels make you look sexy?"

I just made garbled noises into the gag as she prattled on about my looks.

"You look even cuter now that you're a girl. Your hair is so beautiful!" she said, caressing my long hair. But then she grabbed both of my breasts through my blouse and squeezed!

I was more startled than hurt, but I screamed into the gag.

"Oh, are you sensitive there, sissy boy?" she asked. "Do you still have the stuff between your legs?"

As she reached under my skirt, I squirmed and tried to press my legs together, but with my ankles bound, I could barely move anyway.

She grabbed my balls through my panties, and gave them what she may have thought was just a gentle squeeze. The pain made me strain against all of my bonds, and I screamed a lot louder this time.

"Well, look at that! You're still half boy," she said. "Don't worry, we can fix that. You don't really need that ugly junk down there, do you?"

"Who are you? Why do you hate me?" I tried to shout.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. And if you think I hate you, just wait until you meet my brother," she said.

"Your brother?" I asked.

"You don't know me at all, do you? I'll go tell my brother you're awake," she said. Then she giggled, and added, "You are SO dead!"

She slid the blindfold back over my eyes, everything went dark again, and then I heard her walk away.

I didn't have long to wait until I heard more footsteps approaching. A moment later, the blindfold was ripped off my head. I shook the hair out of my eyes, and looked up to see my worst nightmare. It was Nigel. Australia's best swimmer. The kid I had beaten over and over for an entire year, and never missed a chance to rub his nose in it, and taunt him about it. He also looked like he had a growth spurt, and was at least a foot taller than me. Not that it mattered, since I was all tied up and completely helpless.

He crossed his arms across his chest, stood over me triumphantly and smiled wickedly. "How the mighty have fallen!" he said. "Now you're just a pansy, all dressed up like a cute little girl!"

My knees went weak, and I just looked up at him in horror. I couldn't even think of anything to say.

He turned to his sister, and said, "Caroline, leave us alone."

"But Nigel, I want to watch!" she pleaded.

"Caroline, I don't you to see what I'm going to do to this little bastard!" he snapped at her. "Now go!"

She reluctantly turned and stomped away, and he turned his attention back to me.

"Now Andrea, don't you look pretty with all your sissy long hair," he said, and lifted my chin, squeezing my face between his fingers. "You don't mind if I call you Andrea, do you?"

I couldn't even move my head to nod in agreement, I just made a non-committal sound.

"You had a lot of fun at all those swim meets at my expense, didn't you? You really enjoyed humiliating me, didn't you?"

"Nigel, that was just the stuff kids do-" I tried to start.

"Wait, let me get this thing out of your mouth so you can beg for mercy properly," he said, and took the gag out of my mouth. "Not that it will do you any good, but it should be fun to listen to you grovel!"

"Nigel, we were rivals. Australia against America, me against you-"

"Is that right?" he interrupted. "I seem to recall you saying the two of us didn't really have a rivalry. You said, it's only a rivalry when you win some, and I win some. That since you won all the time, I wasn't even good enough to be considered a rival until I actually won something. Does that ring any bells?"

That did sound familiar. "Um…that sounds like something I would say."

"Yeah, and it was in all the newspapers and my entire family saw it," he said.

"I…I didn't think about that," I said. "I wish I could take that back."

"Well, you can't. But I can think of a way you can make it up to me."

"Sure," I said, brightening. "Whatever you want!"

"Good!" he said. "How do you feel about giving me a blow job?"

I looked up at him in shock. But he looked serious. "Um…I…uh-"

"What's the matter, Andrea?" he asked. "Would that be humiliating for you?"

"Really? Is that what this is about?" I asked. "You think that's the same as what I did to you?"

"You humiliated me in front of my entire country. You only have to do this in front of me."

I sighed. I had done worse than this before, and if this would keep him from killing me, I would do it. "All right, I'll do it."

He wasted no time untying me from the post, and shoved me down to my knees. In the back of my mind, I thought maybe he was just testing me, and he wouldn't really make me do this. Perhaps he was only kidding, and he just wanted to see if I would do it. But I was still tied up, and had to watch as he unzipped his fly, and his dick came poking out of his pants at me. He wasn't kidding. He had one hand on the back of my head, I took him in my mouth, and he started to swell as he slid in and out of me. Finally he spurted in my mouth, and I swallowed all of it.

Then he stood over me, and zipped himself up as he caught his breath. I waited to see what he would do next, and suddenly he lifted me into the air, threw me over his shoulder, walked across the room, and sat on a sofa. He was so big that he cradled me in his arms like a baby, and then sat me on his lap. I had no idea how much trouble I was in.

"So…so what are you going to do now-" I started.

What he did was the last thing on Earth I expected.

He kissed me full on the lips! I leaned away from him in horror and gasped, "Nigel! What…what-"

"That was fun," he said, "And I'm sure the next one will be even better."

"But-" I started, and he drew me in and kissed me again. This time his tongue darted into my mouth.

When he finally pulled away, he said, "So that's what my cum tastes like. Kind of salty!"

I stared at him, my eyes wide. "Nigel, what are you doing??" I asked.

"Andrea, I think God must have made you pretty instead of smart," he said. "I'm kissing you!"

"I know, but why?" I demanded. "You understand I'm not really a girl!"

"That's all right, I like boys," he said. "Especially cute ones like you!"

I stared at him, trying to make sense of all I had been through with him. "You're gay?" I asked.

"You got it, princess," he said.

Now I wasn't just scared, I was angry, too. I said, "You know, you could have told me that instead of letting me undress in front of you in the locker room for a whole year!"

"Yeah, that was fun," he said. "I've had a thing for you since the first time I saw you!"

"But you always hated me!" I said. "We weren't just rivals! You always looked at me like you wanted to kill me!"

"I had to do that. I had to pretend because if I thought about how I wanted you," he said, "I would have had an erection sticking out of my swimsuit! Those racing suits don't hide much."

There was a lot I still had to process here, but my main concern right now was that it sounded like he might not kill me. "So then we're OK now? We're even?" I asked.

"Oh no, we're still a long way from even," he said. "I was thinking of one blow job for every nasty thing you've ever said about me, and then we'll be even."

"Every nasty thing?" I asked.

"You know, you remember the time you said that I lost so many races that I must have more silver than Tiffany's by now?"

"Oh yeah, I did say that," I had to agree.

"And then the time you said that instead of 'The Duel in the Pool,' our race should have been called 'The Slaughter in the Water.' Remember that?"

I chuckled despite myself. That WAS a good one. In my defense, I had really clobbered him that time. "OK, I see your point," I said. "But have you really been keeping track of everything I ever said about you?"

"No, of course not. I don't hold grudges," he said. "But my sister does. Caroline kept a scrapbook. Every time you said something about me, and it made the newspaper, she cut it out and saved it."

"Maybe I could talk to her about this and straighten things out?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Probably not the best idea," he said. "Teenage girls and their grudges. No one will fight for you like a sister."

"Could you please untie me? I promise not to try to run away or anything," I said. "I mean, where would I go anyway, here in Australia?"

He laughed, and said, "What makes you think you're in Australia?"

I was starting to think maybe I had crossed over into the Twilight Zone. "Uh, where am I?" I asked. "And how did I get tied up like this?"

"I thought you liked being tied up," he said. "That's what Bob and Jenny told me."

I looked up at him, startled. "How do you know Bob and Jenny? Did you talk to them?"

"Silly girl! Who do you think brought you here, all tied up?"

"They brought me here?" I asked. "Why did they do that? And where is 'here,' anyway if we aren't in Australia?"

"You're enjoying a two-week holiday in New Zealand, and they invited Caroline and me to come here and visit you. They said you needed a friend. And don't worry, they told me about everything that happened to you, and that you were all alone now with no one your age around."

Now my whole world seemed to have changed. I couldn't make any sense of this. When I told Jenny I wanted some excitement in my life, she must have really taken it to heart. "So they knew that you really didn't hate me?" I asked.

"Of course, they just wanted me to make a game out of it, and pretend to be mad at you. See, when you first disappeared, investigators searched everywhere for you. They even thought I might have been involved, since we were rivals. I tried to explain things to your parents."

My mouth dropped open. "You talked to my parents??"

"They were ready to turn the entire country upside-down to find you. I finally managed to convince them that I respected you as a competitor, and that we would have been friends if we hadn't been rivals. That you made me a better swimmer by pushing me to try to keep up with you."

"So then how did Bob and Jenny get involved?"

"After you had finally been taken home and gone through all the recuperating and rehab, they were concerned that you were basically becoming a hermit. So they talked to your parents, and found out about me. Then they called me, and told me your story. They were thinking about taking you to New Zealand, and I said I'd love to get together with you. So they brought me and Caroline here."

"Wow, a lot of planning went into this," I said.

"Bob and Jenny are trying to help you through this," he said. "So you're dressing as a girl now, all the time?"

"It makes life simpler for me. I have breasts and this hourglass figure, and I have to wear high heels because the tendons in my legs were shortened. And I don't think I'm ever going to grow any taller, so I think I'd look ridiculous dressed as a boy."

He grinned at me. "And you like being tied up?"

Oh, God. I could feel myself blushing. "It's…uh…it's just a game I've been thinking about playing at home."

"Sounds like fun," he said, grinning even wider. "I'd like to learn that game."

"It's just something…I haven't actually done much…" I said. I didn't want to explain my bondage fantasies to him.

"Maybe I could come and visit then," he said. "I've been planning to study abroad, and applied to universities in the States."

"But you're only sixteen, right?"

"Yeah, but I've done enough coursework to qualify for early admissions. Schools really want to get elite athletes, so several colleges with swimming programs have offered me athletic scholarships, including the University of California."

"Oh, they have a school in the town I live near," I said.

"I know, that's one of the reasons I accepted their offer," he said.

I wondered if I had heard him right. "So in the fall, you'll be living there?" I asked.

"That's the plan, and since I'll be in the neighborhood, maybe I'll have time to visit you," he said. "After all, you still owe me lots of blow jobs, right?"

I blushed again, and finally just nodded.

Eventually, Bob and Jenny stopped in to collect me, and took me back to our cottage for the rest of my vacation. Life seemed a lot brighter now that I had made a friend. Yes, it was a friend who wanted me to give him blow jobs, but I sort of had that coming because of the all the grief I had given him. But at least I had a friend who wasn't going to judge me as some kind of freak, and he was going to spend the next four years at the college ten miles from my home. So I spent the next two weeks sight-seeing, and got used to walking around in public dressed in a skirt and a blouse. My vacation ended far too soon, and then it was back to the ranch in California.

CHAPTER 10
OLD FRIENDS

Then one day in August, Jenny got me a new outfit to try on. A Sailor Moon costume. A white blouse with a big, floppy red tie, a short blue skirt, and red high-heeled boots. Finally, she gathered my hair up in pigtails, and tied them with red ribbons.

I thought I looked ridiculous in this outfit, but even so I had to laugh as I admired myself in the full-length mirror.

"We aren't done yet, Andrea," she said. "I helped myself to some of your new bondage equipment. So turn around and put your hands behind your back."

I felt myself blushing, but this could be fun, I thought, as I felt ropes binding my wrists together. Then she made me kneel on the floor, and bound my ankles. Finally, she tied them together in a tight hogtie. "Is today something special?" I asked.

"Sweetie, you have no idea how special," she said. Then she held a penis gag up to my mouth, and shoved it in. As I wrapped my mouth around it, she buckled it and added, "You did want to experience cock sucking, didn't you?"

I looked up at her and nodded my head. Being tied up in this silly costume with this gag in my mouth was already making me hard.

"Good, because Nigel just called from the airport. He'll be here any minute, and I'll let him in."

I looked up in alarm. Nigel was coming here? Now? Why didn't anyone tell me?

"Oh, don't worry, I'll give you two some privacy. I'm sure you'll want to renew acquaintances with him, and I left plenty of lube here just in case he isn't interested in your mouth! Bye!" Then she swept her way out of the room, leaving me gagged and hogtied on the floor.

They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. I had told Jenny I wanted to learn about bondage, and bought this gear, and she had pretended not to be interested at all. But then she had taken me to New Zealand to leave me tied up for Nigel, and now she had done it again.

I strained briefly against the ropes, but there was no slack and I wasn't going anywhere. Nigel was going to find me like this, all tied up and gagged, with an ample supply of lube thoughtfully provided by Jenny. I realized then that I had asked for this. I had asked for excitement and danger, and although my house mates couldn't do that for me, she had found someone who could. And she had gift-wrapped me for him.

At first I tried to struggle against the ropes, but all I did was rock back and forth. It was hopeless. Finally I just toppled over and landed on my side, and I then I couldn't even move. All I could do was lie there and wait. But I didn't have to wait for long. I heard footsteps, and then he called out to me. "Sailor Moon! Nice outfit, Andrea!" he called out to me. Nigel was here.

"Jenny told me she left some lube for me, and here it is!" he announced.

I couldn't talk through this gag, so I just tried to shake my head as I laid there on the floor.

He started untying my ankles, and then suddenly ripped my panties off! "Don't worry, Andrea, you know I'm not that big," he said.

Oh, no! Did I really deserve this? But he just picked me up, and placed me over the arm of a chair. I tried to protest, but then his slathering the lube into my butt made me squirm.

"Relax, Andrea," he said. "Your arse-hole looks big enough, so I won't hurt you."

Then he was inside me. I gritted my teeth, but actually he was right. Those bastards in Australia must have stretched me so much that it didn't really hurt. Then he was thrusting in and out, and he spurted inside me. Finally, he pulled out, got dressed, and then slipped my panties back on me.

He sat in the chair, picked me up, and then sat me in his lap. We were all alone here, and I didn't know what to expect from him. I was still gagged, and my hands were still tied, so I still couldn't even say or do anything. Then he lifted my chin to make me look at him. "So are we even now?" he asked. "Does this make up for everything you've done to me?"

Was that was this was all about? I wondered. I had been a rotten brat, and taunted him for a year as I dominated him in the pool. So maybe him dominating me this one time was a fair trade. I nodded my head.

"All right," he said, starting to untie my gag. "And I promise that won't happen again. Besides it's better to clear the slate all at once like this than with blow jobs for the rest of your life!"

He took the gag out of my mouth and I said, "I'm sorry I was a jerk that whole year. So we can start over now?"

"Absolutely," he said. "And you can still give me blow jobs if you want!"

I scowled at him, and as I tried to say something, he pulled me close and kissed me. When he finally let me out of his lip lock, I asked him, "So can you untie me now?"

"But Bob and Jenny told me you liked being tied up," he said.

"Well, I kinda do but-" I started.

"They said you were really bored, and you wanted more excitement in your life," he went on.

"Um, yeah," I said. That was all true.

"So now you're all tied up and helpless, and I can make you do anything I want," he said. "Isn't that exciting?"

"Yeah, but I didn't expect this. They didn't tell me you were coming here," I said.

"Yeah, it was supposed to be a surprise, that's what makes it more exciting, right?" he said. "You trust me, don't you?"

I did. If he really wanted to hurt me, he would have done that in New Zealand. And Bob and Jenny wouldn't have asked him to come here if they didn't trust him with me. I nodded and asked, "Can you live here with us when you go to school?"

"No, the rule is that first-year students have to live on campus. So next month I'll be off to university. Then I'll be busy with swimming and school, but maybe I can come back here on weekends, once or twice a month."

"So that'll be fun, anyway. You'll have to tell me how your swim meets go. I miss the competition, but at least I'll be able to hear about you winning your races."

"That's going to take up most of my time, but that's the deal with college sports. There's really no future for me in swimming, but it got me a full scholarship."

I knew what he meant. He wasn't going to the Olympics, as I had once hoped to. He was good, but not that good. But swimming got him a free education, and he wasn't going to mess that up. I knew what his training schedule would be like, so I wouldn't see much of him for the next year.

"You know, I liked your hair better before. When you had bangs," he said.

"Oh, you mean when I was a swimmer," I said. In other words, when I still looked like a boy. With my Harry Potter haircut.

"Yeah, you were really cute with that haircut," he said, stroking my long hair.

"Jenny took me to a salon in town to have my hair cut," I said. Now I was going to have my hair done to look good for a boy? But I just shrugged. "I'll see if she has time to take me there again."

When Bob and Jenny got home, they explained the ground rules to us. Nigel was going to live with us until the fall semester started, and then he would go off to school. Then they explained some finer points of bondage to him (by demonstrating on me, of course!) Nigel would tie me up, but the ropes must have some slack so that I should be able to get loose. If for any reason, I couldn't escape and he found me still tied up, I was at his mercy.

Bob and Jenny were busy living their own lives, and said they would look the other way at whatever silly high jinks we kids got up to, such as Nigel forcing me to suck his cock. It seemed like a good compromise, where I could have some excitement and danger, while providing them with plausible deniability for any charges of sexual abuse of a minor child, meaning me. That was the plan, anyway, at least as far as I knew.

There were two master bedrooms at opposite ends of the house. One of them belonged to Bob and Jenny, while I slept in the other one in my big canopy bed. So each night, Nigel would tie me up on my bed, and leave me there to try to get loose. The ropes were never very tight, and by the time I got loose, my penis was hard as a rock, and I would shoot my load in my panties. I liked this game. Of course I ended up kissing Nigel, which was still kind of yucky, but he was the only friend I had.

So I got Jenny to take me to have my hair done. It seemed like Karen didn't really cut anything, except to trim my hair in straight bangs, otherwise it was just as long as before. Of course when I got home, Nigel noticed immediately, complimented me on my new hairdo, which then involved even more of him pawing at me, hugging, and kissing.

The next day, Jenny held up my red one-piece swimsuit, and told me to meet Nigel at the pool. So I got dressed, and went out there to find Nigel in a racing suit.

"Andrea, this is a great pool you've got here. Regulation size and everything," he said.

"Yeah, I don't use it much. My parents thought it would be a good idea but I haven't gone swimming in a while."

"Well, you're going swimming today, mate!" he said. "You and I are going to have a race!"

"What? Now?" I said, gesturing at myself in this red swimsuit. "With me like this?"

"Let's go, Andrea. There and back, a hundred meters," he said. "It will only take a minute of your time."

We didn't have goggles or swimming caps, but I knew that wasn't the point. "You've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you?"

"Two years and then some," he said., "I am finally going to kick your arse!"

I shrugged and walked over to join him at the edge of the pool. He was twice as big as me, and had trained every day for years. Me? I was a shell of my former self, with two big flotation devices sticking out of my chest. We both dove in the water, and he had opened a lead of more than a body length by the time we got the wall. We turned for home, and he drew away from me, beating me by more than two body lengths.

He threw his fists in the air and shouted, "Yes! Finally!"

I hung on to the edge of the pool, looked up at him and said, "Feel better now?"

"Andrea, I don't expect you to understand this," he said. "But you were my white whale."

"Huh?" I said. I had been called many things by many people, but never a whale.

"It's from Moby Dick…oh never mind, the important thing is I had to beat you once. Just once, for closure, and now I've done it!"

So we both climbed out of the pool, and just relaxed on reclining lounges. We talked about the swim meets we had competed at, and for him this was the realization of his lifetime goal of beating me. He didn't care about medals or times, he just wanted to win one race against me. Talking to him that day, I realized how much we had in common, both of us spending long hours swimming laps, competing for the same goal, and being in each other's way. So he really deserved his moment of glory.

CHAPTER 11
OH CAROLINE!

After a week of me being loosely bound every night, and having no trouble escaping, one night Nigel left me tied up one night wearing a pink bra and panties with a ball gag in my mouth. As usual the ropes weren't very tight, and also as usual I had an erection. I was just starting to work my way loose, when I heard footsteps. I thought, That can't be right, he just left me here and he always gives me plenty of time.

I rolled over and found myself staring at a yellow blouse. Then I craned my neck to look up, and there was Caroline. Nigel's sister.

"Remember me?" she asked.

I looked up in horror, unable to speak or even think.

Then she turned me over face down, and pulled at the ropes on my wrists. "Whoever tied you up didn't do a very good job," she said, shaking her head. "These ropes are so loose they're practically falling off you. I'm sure I can do much better."

Nigel had left the surplus of ropes on the bed as always, and she grabbed one of them and started tying it around my elbows. tighter and tighter. I groaned as my elbows drew closer together.

"Swimmers are SO flexible!' she said, tying off my elbows. "Look, I made your elbows touch!"

I just moaned into the gag, trying to tell her the ropes aren't supposed to be tight.

But she went on with another rope, tying my wrists tightly, and then my ankles. She removed the loose ropes, and then used one of them to hogtie my wrists to my ankles. Now I could hardly move at all, and there was no way I was getting out of this.

"Now that's much better, don't you think?" she asked me.

I shook my head, and groaned into the gag, trying to tell her the ropes weren't supposed to be so tight.

Then she pulled me up on my knees. "Oh, I love your new hairstyle. You're very pretty, you know," she said. "I mean for a sissy."

I just stared at her, wondering what she was doing here, why she was even here in the first place.

Then she pointed at my groin. "Well look at that!" she said. "Does that bulge in your panties mean you're glad to see me?"

I glanced down at my bulging panties, and I felt my cheeks turning bright red.

"Or…" she said, grinning at me, "is it that being dressed up like a girl and all tied up that turns you on?"

"Where is Nigel?" I tried to ask through the gag. "Does he know you're here?"

She sat on the bed next to me. "Andrea, I can barely understand a word you're saying. Are you asking me about Nigel?"

I nodded my head so hard that my whole body shook against my ropes.

"Now Andrea," she said, pointing her finger at me. "Be a good girl and behave yourself, or I'll have to give you a spanking!"

I felt all the air go out of me. I wasn't worried so much about a spanking, but rather something else this girl might do to me. She was just toying with me like a cat with a mouse.

Then she gently stroked my breasts. "You know, I'm really jealous of you! Your breasts are so much bigger than mine!"

I tried to say something, but only a squeak came out as she fondled me.

At last, she reached around my neck and started unbuckling my gag. "Now let's see if little Andrea has learned to behave herself."

As the ball popped out of my mouth, I shouted, "Caroline, why do you hate me? I've never done anything to you! If Nigel can forgive me, why can't you?"

She took a handful of my hair and said, "Oh, so you're an angry little sissy! I think you need to learn a lesson!"

She crept even closer to me, and as she got right in my face, I said, "No, I didn't mean that, I just-"

And then she kissed me.

It was a real kiss, her tongue sticking into my mouth. "What?" I said dully.

"Yeah, Nigel told me you weren't very bright," she said. "To be honest, I half-expected to taste my brother's cum in your mouth. Are you still sucking his cock?"

I was going to say I would have to, if she didn't untie me, but I was still so confused by this crazy girl and worried about whatever crazy intentions she might have.

"Caroline…how did you get here? Why are you here? How did you-"

She pressed her index finger against my lips.

"Oh, shush," she said. "I can explain all that later. I just wanted to say hello. And by the way, your hair looks really nice! I love the bangs!"

Then she got up and just left me there! So now I was tightly hogtied on the bed, and the ropes were starting to hurt. I was still trying to decide whether she would come back, or I should scream for help, when the door opened again, and Nigel walked in.

"Nigel, your sister was just here, and she tied me up really tight! These ropes hurt, will you get me out of this?"

"Sure, but you know the deal!" he said, and started unzipping his pants.

"But this wasn't my fault!" I protested, as he stood next to the bed.

He just shrugged. "Maybe not, Andrea, but a deal is a deal!"

So I ended up with a mouthful of cum, but he did untie me right after. I rubbed my wrists and ankles, stopped only to put on a pair of shoes, and then hurried downstairs to find out what was going on.

Bob and Jenny were there with Caroline. Then Nigel followed me downstairs and joined us.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on?" I asked.

"Caroline came over to stay with us for a while," Jenny said. "I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," I said. "I just wish someone had told me about this in the first place!"

"That wouldn't have been a surprise, now would it?" Caroline said.

As I sputtered, Bob said, "She has a point, you know."

"Our parents thought we would be better off together, so they sent her over here," Nigel said. "We wanted to surprise you! But now that all of the excitement is over, I'm going up to bed."

And as he left, it dawned on me that he really didn't mind that he got a blow job out of it, too.

"I think we'll leave you two alone to get acquainted," Jenny said. Then Bob and Jenny left too.

We sat on the couch and she grinned at me and said, "You look really sexy in your underwear and high heels!"

"I have to wear heels because of my leg tendons," I explained.

"You still look sexy," she said, trying not to laugh.

This was more than a little awkward, me sitting here in my lingerie with a girl I hardly knew.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"Caroline, I hardly know you, and you just tied me up and left me there for your brother to find like that."

"So that wasn't fun?" she asked. "I thought you liked being tied up."

I just scowled at her. I still had the taste of her brother's cum in my mouth because of her.

"Well, if you don't want to talk, I have to get to bed now, so I'll see you tomorrow," she said, getting up to leave. "Wear something pretty!"

So the next day, I dressed in a white blouse and blue skirt, that I hope qualified as pretty, but I managed to avoid her for most of the day. But sooner or later, I was sure we were going to have a conversation I really didn't want to have. She finally cornered me that night out on the patio.

"So what's the deal?" she asked. "Are you really into Nigel?"

"We're friends now," I said.

"Oh. Well, if you're into my brother, I certainly won't fight him for you," she said.

"No, I didn't mean-" I started.

"If that's what you want, that's OK with me. After all, he's got a dick you can suck, and I can't compete with that!"

"No! It's not like that," I said, remembering the taste of his cum in my mouth. "Of course we're friends. But just friends."

"Oh, so you like girls? You'd rather kiss me than him?"

"Um…well, yeah, I mean-"

"Relax, Andrea, we've got plenty of time to get to know each other."

"But the school year starts next week," I said. "Won't you be going to back to Australia soon?"

"No, silly," she said, rolling her eyes. "Andrea, did you hit your head on the side of the pool once too often? Our parents wanted Nigel and me together, so they arranged for me to be an exchange student. I'm enrolled in what I think they call a middle school in town, so I'll be living here with you this year."

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. Finally I said, "Oh…I didn't know that."

"I'll be here all year," she said. "Won't that be fun?"

"Um…oh…that's good," I said.

"So how do you really feel about being spanked?" she asked, leaning forward. "I already know you like being tied up!"

"Well…maybe we could talk about this in the morning?" I said. "I really need to get to bed now."

"All right then, see you tomorrow," she said.

CHAPTER 12
FUN AND GAMES

I spent most of the next day with Caroline, and found that she wasn't really the horrible predatory female I had imagined her to be. She just liked teasing me, and if I were tied up and helpless at the time, so much the better. The problem was that I didn't really have anything in common with her. She wasn't a competitive swimmer like her brother, and we didn't have the same interests. I actually felt a lot more comfortable around Nigel, where we could talk over old times, and complain about our swimming coaches and team officials.

But the school year started, and Nigel was about to go off to live at the university campus in town, leaving me alone with Caroline.

"Andy, before I go, I need to talk to you about Caroline," he said.

"OK, what about her?"

He scowled at me. "Can I trust you with her?" I asked.

"Trust me? What do you mean?"

Now he glared at me and said, "I mean can I trust you not to have sex with her?"

I just stared up at him, open-mouthed. That thought had never crossed my mind.

"Or do I have to put one of those chastity devices on your dick to make sure?"

"Nigel, I have absolutely no intention of doing that with your sister! I don't even know where you got that idea! To be honest, I'm not even sure I like her! And the only way that might happen is if she ties me up and makes me do it! So you might want to talk to her about that, not me!"

"All right, I just wanted to make sure," he said. "We're a long way from home, and I'm responsible for her now."

I shook my head. "Just tell her not to do anything crazy, and we'll get along fine."

So Nigel went off to school, and I hoped he had straightened things out with Caroline. My school was here at home with Bob as my tutor. After a few days, I felt I had to talk over some things with him. I felt kind of weird around Caroline, and I sort of missed Nigel.

After our academic session ended, I said, "Bob, there's some stuff I really don't understand."

"Which subject?" he asked. "You seem to be doing well in all of your studies."

"This isn't about school," I said. "I don't know if you want to talk about this, but I can't ask Jenny and there isn't anyone else around."

"That sounds intriguing. What can I help you with?"

"Well, I can't ask my parents about this, either. So…I have a problem. I'm a boy, and I look like a girl. Right now, I'm feeling kinda hopeless."

"All right, now what brought this on?"

"It's just that Caroline is here now, and she's OK. I mean, I'm glad I have another friend. But now Nigel's gone, and I miss him. But not like…well…you know I've had sex with Nigel, right?"

He held up his hands and did his best Sergeant Schulz impression. "I know nothing!" he said. "I see NOTHING!"

"OK anyway, I didn't enjoy it. I didn't like kissing him, or him sticking his dick in my mouth or up my ass. But that made up for all the nasty stuff I did to him, so we're good now, and I like hanging around with him. Does all that make any sense?"

"Well, transgender kids and their relationships can be complicated, but so far it seems that you identify as being a boy, and you aren't gay. Is that right?"

"Yes, and I'm not really transgender, I mean that wasn't my choice, but now about Caroline…"

"What about Caroline? I thought you were getting along with her."

"Yes, I am. The thing is, when I kiss her…well, it's kind of yucky. I mean she's a cute girl, but when she kissed me, I didn't feel anything. It didn't excite me at all."

That doesn't really-" he started.

"But you know what does excite me?" I went on, interrupting him. "Being tied up and helpless! That's when I get aroused, when I'm being humiliated and slapped around like I was in Australia! Now how messed up is that? Kissing a cute girl doesn't do anything for me, but when I'm dressed up like a sissy and being called a cunt, my dick gets hard as a rock! What is wrong with me?"

"Andy, slow down!" he said. "There's nothing wrong with you! I'm not a psychiatrist, or a sex therapist, so I'm probably not the best one for you to talk to about this. But you're only thirteen years old. When I was your age, I barely even knew that girls existed. What I mean is, you aren't mature yet…even though in your own way, you've probably had more sexual experience than I have."

"I didn't want to," I put in.

"No, of course not. To be perfectly candid, after all you've been through, it's not at all surprising that you aren't ready for a relationship. Or you may not be interested in Caroline because you just aren't interested in girls yet. Or maybe she isn't your type, and there's no chemistry between you. And if bondage turns you on, that's OK too, as long as it's safe and sane, you can play those games with her. As you get older, and become more comfortable in your skin, I expect you'll become more confident about going out into the world again."

"Maybe once in a while. I mean it was OK in New Zealand because I knew that even if something bad happened, I wouldn't be staying there for very long," I said. "But I can't imagine going to school with other kids every day."

"When you grow up, and it's time to go to college, you might feel differently. Then you might find someone you like."

"And who is going to like me? I look like a girl, and all the real girls will be bigger than me."

"Caroline knows who you are and what you are, and she likes you," he said. "Is it so hard to believe you can find someone else? Besides, women want security in their lives, and you have lots of money. You'd be surprised at how attractive that will make you look!"

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," I said.

"When you get older, you'll have plenty of time to worry about relationships and all the heartache they can bring," he said. "Right now, just enjoy not having any responsibilities. And do your schoolwork!"

That conversation gave me a lot to think about. Maybe someday I would meet a girl who had more problems than I did. Or was more perverted than I was. Or both. I figured I would just leave that problem for another day.

* * * * *

That night, Caroline came up to see me in my bedroom, carrying a pink string bikini. "Look at what I bought today!" she said.

"Oh, you got a new swimsuit?" I asked. "That doesn't cover much."

"That's OK because I'm not going to be wearing it," she said. "You are!"

"Me? I don't think those little triangles would even begin to cover me-"

"So? We're all alone, and I've already seen you in your birthday suit, so try it on."

I sighed. I had no idea where this was going, but Nigel said he had told her, in no uncertain terms, to stay out of my bed. So I got undressed, put the skimpy bottom on, and she had to help me get into the equally skimpy top. It barely covered my nipples.

She stood back to take a good look at me, and giggled. "Andrea, with your figure…oh my, that suit really flatters you!"

"Thanks," I said. "Are you going to meet me at the pool after you've changed?"

"Who said anything about the pool?"

"Aren't we going swimming?"

"Who said anything about going swimming?" she asked, looking me up and down. "I just think you're sexy in that little suit and your heels."

"Oh…what did you have in mind? Or should I be afraid to ask?"

"Well, those strings look nice on you," she said, biting her lip. "But I think you'd look even sexier if you were wearing ropes!"

She held up a couple of lengths of ropes, and smiled a wicked smile at me.

Now I needed to know just how much fun she planned on having with me. "Uh, Caroline…in the interest of not getting me killed, did Nigel happen to mention to you that we, uh…shouldn't be together?"

"He said not to have sex with you. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes. Yes. That is exactly what I mean. So as not to have him kill me!"

"Silly little Andrea," she said, holding a penis gag up to my mouth. "Do you really think I'd want to have sex with you?? We're just going to have fun together."

She slipped the gag into my mouth, and tied it tight behind my neck.

"At least I will," she said, "I'm not so sure about you! Now hold out your hands so I can tie you up!"

So I held out my hands, and she started to wrap the cotton rope around them. Then she stopped and said, "Oh, wait. You really need to have your hands tied behind your back, don't you? So you can be as helpless as possible?"

I just nodded and turned around, and felt her tying my wrists together. Then she turned me around again to make me face her.

"There, now that's much better, isn't it?" she asked.

Again, I nodded.

"Now let's get you on the bed," she said.

She took me by the arm, walked me over to the bed, turned me around, and shoved me so I fell backwards onto the bed. Then she scooped up my legs, and threw the rest of me onto the bed.

"Nice big bed you have here, so I don't have to worry about you falling off the edge. Now let's get your legs tied up so you don't do anything silly like trying to run away!"

She turned me onto my front and tied my ankles together, and then drew them up to my butt, and tied them off to my wrists, leaving me in a tight hogtie. Then she flipped me over on my back, and looked down at me.

"Now we can begin a serious conversation!" she said.

I didn't see how I would have much to say in this conversation with this penis gag stuck in my mouth, so I just looked up at her and waited.

"I've made some new friends at school. Some of the girls in my class," she said. "I was thinking they might like to meet you! Maybe you could come to school with me tomorrow."

My eyebrows went up. This was not a good idea.

She went on. "Oh, but I'm not sure they would like you. You see, you're prettier than they are, and they might resent you," she said, stroking the side of my cheek. "And just wait till they see your breasts! You're MUCH bigger than they are! So they might really be jealous of you. In fact, they might not get along with you at all!"

I shook my head. This was starting to sound like a bad idea.

"And then what would happen if they found out you're really a sissy boy?' she said, caressing my long hair. "What if they peek under your panties and see that little thing between your legs? You know, the thing that's as little as your breasts are big? What would they do to you when they find out you're a sweet little boy-girl playing dress up?"

This was a really bad idea, and yet…my dick was twitching at the thought of it.

"So maybe taking you to school would be too much for you," she said. "But I know what to do! I could have the girls come home with me, so you could meet them here!"

I shook my head, and that made me start sucking on the penis gag.

"Oh, now you're getting excited! Yes, I think that's a much better idea. You could meet my new friends right here in the comfort and safety of your home," she said. "I won't even tell them you're a sissy. I'll let them find that out for themselves."

I just whimpered into the gag.

"No doubt about it, that's a much better idea! You'll be perfectly safe here, so I can tie you up, and then let my friends do whatever they want with you!" she said, cupping her hands around my breasts, and fondling them. "I'm sure they've never met anyone like you, so there's no telling what they might do to you!"

Now I just groaned, and yet my dick was making a tent out of my swimsuit. And she noticed.

"Oh dear, look at you! Little Andrea is about ready to explode!" she said, pointing at my groin. "You really can't control yourself at all, can you? I guess you aren't ready to meet my friends yet."

All I could do was lie there on my back next to her, with my dick pointing straight up in the air.

She shoved me over on my side, and I felt her working on the ropes binding my wrists. Suddenly my wrists came free, and she said, "I think you've had enough for tonight. You can get yourself out of the rest of it!"

She got up and left, and I managed to untie myself, and then got my release, and she was correct. Yes, I did explode.

CHAPTER 13
MORE FUN AND GAMES

The next morning, by the time I came downstairs, Caroline was already on her way to school with Jenny.

Bob was there, and I asked him, "Did you happen to speak to Caroline yesterday?"

He thought for a minute, and said, "Oh yes, I did. In fact, I may have mentioned you in passing."

"You mentioned me in passing?"

"And I might have showed her where to find your bondage equipment," he said. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah," I said. "And thanks."

Later that day, when Caroline got home from school, I was waiting for her. "So can we play again tonight?" I asked her. "I mean like last night?"

She tilted her head at me and asked, "Are you sure you want to?"

"Yeah, that was fun!" I said.

"All right then, but I'll have to go through your wardrobe and pick out something else for you to wear," she said. "Last night you got a bit too excited for that little swimsuit of yours!"

I felt myself blushing, but I just said, "OK." I would be happy to wear whatever she wanted.

That evening I went upstairs and found what she wanted me to wear, spread out on my bed. It was the Snow White costume that Jenny had bought for me. A blue satin bodice with puffy shoulders, and a knee-length yellow skirt. Also a hair band with a big red bow. Oh well, at least I didn't have to dress up as the little mermaid.

So that night I was in the Snow White costume, and waiting in my bedroom when Caroline showed up. She turned me around and around to admire my outfit.

"Now don't you look cute as Snow White? That's a costume only a girly girl would wear," she said. "Or a sissy boy like you!"

"You wanted me to wear it," I said.

"Yeah I did, sissy," she said. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back so I can tie you up, nice and tight!"

I should have guessed that bondage would be part of the evening, and sure enough I felt the rope tying my wrists together. But then she started tying another rope around my elbows.

"You don't really need to tie my elbows, do you?" I asked.

"I don't need to, but I want to," she said. "And I did say I was going to tie you up nice and tight, didn't I?"

She certainly did. And she drew my shoulders back by making my elbows touch as she tied the rope off. Then she sat me down on the bed, and tied my ankles together.

"And now for the gag," she said, holding up a red ball gag to my mouth. "No penis gag for you tonight. I know you'd rather suck on a cock but trust me, you'll be better off with this in your mouth."

I opened my mouth, and she shoved it in, and then lifted my hair up to tie the strap off behind my neck.

As she laid me face up on the bed, she said, "This way, you'll have something to bite down on when I start beating you!"

My eyes went wide. This wasn't what I had bargained for. I tried to talk through the gag, but she held her index finger up to my mouth.

"Andrea, do you think I would have gagged you if I wanted you to talk? Now be quiet! Bob and Jenny are downstairs watching a movie, so I doubt they'll hear any of your screams through that gag anyway!"

She climbed up on top of me, knelt across my stomach, and held up a riding crop. "I wonder how much of a beating you can take before you start crying," she said. "I mean, a sissy like you? You don't look too tough! I think you'll cry like a baby when I start in on that nice round arse of yours!"

I tried to struggle but I couldn't even move. My bound arms were trapped underneath me, and all of her weight was on top of me.

"Oh and by the way, since you didn't like the idea of me bringing some girls home with me, I had a better idea. While I was at school today, I was talking to some boys. I just met them, so I don't know them real well, but I told them I live with a cute little sissy boy who dresses up as a girl, and likes to give blow jobs."

I looked up at her in horror. How could she tell people about me?

"So they'll be coming home from school with me tomorrow. And I'm sure you won't want to disappoint them. I mean, you've already given so many blow jobs, so it's no big deal for a sissy like you, right? And they'll be looking forward to it, so they might get real mad at you if you don't do it!"

I shook my head as hard as I could.

"No, you don't want to?" she asked.

I shook my head again.

"Sweetie, you misunderstood me," she said, tracing the riding crop down the side of my face. "I didn't ask you what you wanted to do. I'm just giving you the courtesy of telling you what you're going to do tomorrow!"

I tried to talk, but only a squeal came out.

"Wait till they see these breasts!" she said, cupping her hands around my breasts through my blouse, and then squeezing. "They won't believe you aren't really a girl. But I'll show them what you've got in your panties!"

It was all I could do to get a groan out.

"Oh, don't worry, they won't hurt you," she said. "as long as you do what they want. So be a good little sissy and give the boys their blow jobs and you won't get a beating!"

I groaned and shook my head.

"Now what's the matter? I'm giving you a chance to make some new friends, and you don't want to meet any boys?" she asked. "First you told me you didn't want to meet any girls. Did you change your mind?"

I nodded my head. That had to be better, or at least not as bad as having boys come here.

"Oh, all right! But I already told the boys about you," she said. "I know! I'll bring everyone here tomorrow! That way you can meet ALL of my new friends at the same time. The girls can just watch, so you'll have an audience when you get down on your knees and give the boys blow jobs!"

I just looked straight up at the canopy. This was going from bad to worse.

"Yes, I think that will make everyone happy tomorrow!" she said. "Well, except you, apparently! But who cares what you think? You're just a sissy, and I can make you do anything I want, right? Now about that beating…should we get started?"

She climbed off me, and slid her hand down my skirt and over my groin.

"Andrea, you haven't gotten hard at all," she said in dismay. "What's the matter, did I overdo it tonight?"

I nodded my head, and she pried the gag out of my mouth. "It's not your fault," I said. "It was just too real. You're kinda scary."

She looked down at me. "You thought I was serious?"

"Well, you sounded really convincing. You're good at this," I said weakly. "Maybe tomorrow you could try something else?"

She started untying me. "Yeah, I have something in mind," she said.

"Like what?" I asked, as the ropes fell away from my arms.

"Come on now, Andrea," she said. "It has to be a surprise!"

* * * * *

All through the next day, I was both looking forward to, and dreading, what Caroline had in mind for me. That evening we met in my bedroom. She was wearing a T-shirt, bluejeans, and sneakers, while I was dressed in a blouse, skirt, and white boots.

"So what are we going to do tonight?" I asked.

"Well, I am going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do as you're told!"

That didn't explain much. "OK then, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go to the pool with me, but first take your clothes off."

I took my blouse, skirt, and underwear off, and started to unlace my boots.

"No, leave your boots on," she said. "I think you look cute in those."

"Which swimsuit should I wear?" I asked.

"You won't need a suit," she said, picking up a length of cotton rope. "Now put your hands behind your back."

I did so, and she started tying my wrists. "You don't want me to wear a swimsuit?" I asked.

She finished binding my wrists, and then her hand reached around from behind me and cupped my left breast, and gave it a little squeeze. "No, I like you just the way you are!"

That startled me and as I let out a squeal, she looped a collar around my neck, and attached a chain to it. Next she pulled a scarf between my lips and tied it off in a cleave gag.

"Caroline, what exactly do you have in mind for tonight?" I asked through the gag.

"You'll see, now stand next to the bed and bend over!"

"Wait, what-" I started to ask, when she slapped me on my butt.

"Andrea, put your face on the bed!" she ordered me.

So I bent over next to the bed, and I felt something forcing its way into my butt! "Caroline, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Stop complaining, little sissy! I'm using your smallest butt plug," she said. "This won't hurt much, and you know it!"

I groaned as it slid into me. She had lubed it up well, and it wasn't all that big, but I still didn't like it. Then I felt something tickle my inner thighs. "What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, I attached a fluffy white tail to it, because it matches your boots," she said. " I think they look nice together."

So I stood up, and now I was bound and gagged, with a collar around my neck, and a tail dangling between my legs from a butt plug. "So now what are you going to do to me?" I asked.

She grabbed the chain to my collar and gave it a tug. "Let's go to the pool, sweetie!"

She made me walk in front of her, and the butt plug seemed to shift inside me with each step. It was a warm night, but it still felt really weird to be walking around outside naked. But it was my estate, we had no neighbors, and aside from Bob and Jenny, there was no one else here for miles around. She marched me over to the pool, and then took me inside. Then she laid me down on one of the reclining lounges, and sat next to me. Both of us wedged onto the same lounger, with me on my back, and her on her side looking down at me.

"How's that butt plug feel, sissy boy" she asked. "You like that?"

I looked up at her and shook my head.

"Oh, should I have used a bigger one?" she asked. "Maybe next time?"

I shook my head harder.

"OK then, so how would you like to go swimming, since we're right here at the pool?"

"I'm tied up," I protested.

"So? You're a great swimmer. You'll manage," she said. I'll take your boots off, though. We wouldn't want those to get wet."

Those boots were the least of my worries. "Caroline, my hands are tied, and it's hard to talk or even breathe through this gag. I can't swim like this!"

"How do you know?" she asked. "Have you ever tried?"

"No, and I don't want to!" I said.

"What, you don't want to get your hair wet?" she asked, she said stroking my hair. "Your hair is lovely, but I'm sure you're used to getting it wet."

I tried to tell her I didn't care about my hair, but she pressed her hand over my mouth to silence me.

"Andrea, you're supposed to be doing what I tell you," she said, wagging her finger at me.

When she lifted her hand, I said, "Caroline, I'll do whatever you want, but PLEASE don't make me go in the pool like this!"

"Oh, all right. You're such a sissy!" she said, and huffed. "Poor little you! You were tied up and beaten and raped for a whole year, and now you're no fun at all!"

"Yeah, it's funny how that works, huh?" I asked.

"So what are you going to do for the rest of your life anyway?" she asked. "I mean, are you just going to feel sorry for yourself, or go out and have some fun?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'm not really thinking that far ahead."

"But you're going to keep living as a girl?"

"I guess so. I mean, look at me!"

She caressed my hair with one hand, and lifted my chin and turned my head to make me look up at her with the other one. "You're really pretty, though. And look at those breasts! Whoever gave you those either really liked you, or really hated you!"

"I'm pretty sure they hated me," I muttered into the gag.

"Well, maybe someday you'll meet the right person. Although from the looks of you, I'm not sure whether that will be a boy or a girl!"

"What do you mean?" I said. "I'm really a boy!"

"Yeah, but you don't look like one, that's for sure! I mean if you meet a nice girl, and she brings you home to meet her parents, what are they going to think?"

"Um…well-" I started.

"I mean, just imagine if I brought you home to my parents, and said I wanted to marry you. They would take one look at you, and think I was gay. Then when we explained that you were actually a boy…well, sort of, they would want to know why I was interested in a little sissy like you."

"So I'm guessing your parents wouldn't like me," I said.

"Not at all, but that's another story. Although they might not mind so much if you wanted to marry Nigel," she said. "Although they're OK with him being gay, I'm sure they really wanted him to marry a girl someday and now they know that won't happen, but if you came along…well, it's not the same thing as marrying a real girl, but an effeminate little sissy like you is probably the best they could hope for, right?"

I frowned, and then remembered something. "Wait, did you mean your parents already don't like me?"

"Oh sweetie, you are public enemy number one to them! The way you treated Nigel at swim meets for a whole year, not just beating him but humiliating him too? I think my Dad actually understands it's part of the competition in sports, but my Mum doesn't see it that way!"

"So she really doesn't like me?"

She chuckled. "Let's just say that I don't think you'd want Mum to get her hands on you! But that gives me an idea…maybe you could invite my parents to come her for a couple of weeks at Christmas. She would really have some fun with you then!"

"Wait…what…what would she do?"

"Maybe she would have you wait on her as a serving girl," she said. "Do you have a maid's uniform?"

"I would have to be her maid?" I asked.

"If you're lucky" I said. "And that's just for starters. She might want to use you as a piece of furniture."

"A piece of furniture?"

"You could be a table, kneeling at her feet, and she could eat off your back," she said. "Or maybe she would use you as a footstool, and rest her feet on you."

I swallowed. "Would she really do that to me?"

She glanced down and then looked back at me. "Looks like your little guy is getting stronger," she said.

My dick was twitching, even as I stared at it.

She reached down and grabbed it. "So this is what turns you on. Should I ask my parents to make reservations to come here for Christmas?"

"Um, maybe let's wait on that," I said.

She let go of me and said, "I know what to do. We need to get you a maid's uniform. Then you can practice being MY servant for a while!"

"I'd be embarrassed to go buy one of those," I said.

"You can order one on line. I can pick one out for you. And I think a pink one would look good on you!" she said. "Something with lots of lace and pretty bows everywhere, and a big white apron tied around your waist."

"Well, that sounds OK."

"And of course you'll need a frilly maid's cap that we can pin on your pretty hairdo," she said, stroking my hair. Then she glanced down at me and added, "It looks like you agree."

I didn't say anything, but my dick was pointing straight up at my stomach.

"I think we better get you home before you have an accident here," she said.

So she marched me home, with her holding the leash from my collar as I walked ahead of her, still naked except for my boots, and gagged with my hands tied behind me, with a long tail dangling from my butt plug. She opened the door for me, and as I went inside, I noticed Bob was over in the next room. But I thought we could just go upstairs, and he wouldn't even see us.

Then Caroline shouted, "Hi Bob, we're back!"

I froze, and made a little gurgling sound. Why did she do that?? Oh God, was I busted!

Bob called out, "Hi, kids," and headed over toward here, until he saw us and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Hi, Bob," I mumbled through my gag.

Bob said, "I know nothing! I see NOTHING!" and then backed out of the room.

"What were you worried about, silly?" she said. "They know we're just playing."

"I guess so," I said.

"Don't worry about anything," she said, shoving me forward. "You're going to love being a sissy maid!"

CHAPTER 14
NOW WHAT?

The next day, I sat with Bob for my academic session.

"Andy, I didn't see anything last night," he said.

"OK," I said.

"But I would like to point out that it's a long ride into town if we have to take you to the hospital."

"OK?" I said.

"Of course I didn't see anything last night, but if you're going to use a butt plug, make sure it has a wide base, so we don't have to take you to the emergency room to have it removed."

"OK," I squeaked, and it was getting awfully warm in here.

"Good, then let's discuss the causes of the American revolution," he said.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

* * * * *

It was the weekend, I had my new maid's uniform on, and I wondered what Caroline would think of it. It was a frilly pink outfit, with lace trim around my collar and sleeves, and a white apron, tied in a bow. I was waiting in my bedroom for her.

Then she came in, looked at me and said, "So you must be the new maid the agency sent over."

"Yes, Miss," I said, and curtsied.

"You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Why were you so late? Did you get lost?" she demanded.

"Yes Miss, I'm sorry," I said.

She approached me, shook her head, and said, "How could you get lost coming out here? It's a good thing you have looks."

"Miss, I don't understand," I said.

"It figures!" she huffed. "You're so stupid that you don't even know when you've been insulted!"

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I thought you said I was pretty."

She took my chin in her hand, and turned my face from side to side. "Yes, of course," she said. "You're lovely. It's just a shame you're so stupid!"

"Oh," I said, my eyes downcast.

"Turn around so I can take a good look at you," she ordered me.

I turned around, and she patted my butt. Then she turned me around again to face her, and caressed my breasts. "Nice butt, and very nice breasts," she said. "Maybe that will make up for you being so stupid."

"I'm sorry, Miss," I said.

"Aren't you supposed to be wearing a cap?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Miss, I have it right here on the bed," I said, picking it up. " I just forgot to put it on."

"I understand, sweetie," she said, taking my chin in her hand, and lifting it. "You forgot. You can't help being stupid, now can you?"

"No, Miss," I said.

"I'll put it on you," she said. "Since you're probably too stupid to do it by yourself."

So I just stood there and waited as she pinned the frilly cap on top of my head.

"Now that looks much better, but you still need to be punished for being so late," she said, and snapped her fingers at me. "Get the box under the bed and bring it to me. Go!"

I scurried over to the bed, dragged out the box, and hurried back to her. She took a white cotton rope from the box, and told me to put it on the bed. As soon as she did so, she pulled my arms behind me, and said. "You still need to be punished for being so late."

"Yes, Miss," I said, as she bound my wrists together. Then another rope bound my elbows together. Now I was really helpless, and this was starting to turn me on.

"I know that's tight, but I think you really need to learn a lesson, don't you?"

"Yes Miss, I understand, it won't happen again," I said.

Then she laid me down on the carpet in front of the closet's full-length mirror. She quickly bound my ankles together, and when she drew them up my wrists in a hogtie, and as she pulled me up on my knees, I felt my dick straining against my panties.

She noticed it too, pulling up my skirt, and pointing at the bulge in my panties. "Now what do we have here?" she asked.

"Um-" I started.

"I didn't ask the agency to send a sissy maid," she said in an accusing tone.

"I…I uh, I need the job and I was hoping you wouldn't mind that I'm a sissy," I said.

"You thought I wouldn't mind, or you thought I wouldn't notice," she said, squatting in front of me, and looking me in the eye. "You tried to trick me, didn't you?"

"I can't help it, I'm…I'm-" I started.

"You're just a stupid little sissy?"

"Yes Miss," I said, my eyes downcast. "I'm just a stupid little sissy…please don't fire me! I just-"

"Oh, be quiet, little sissy! I'm tired of hearing from you," she said. "I was wondering what to gag you with, but now I'm sure."

"Please don't gag me!" I begged. "I promise I won't say anything-"

She shoved a penis gag in my mouth. "This gag is perfect for a little sissy. I'm sure even a stupid sissy like you loves to suck on a cock, right?"

I groaned into the gag, and she pulled my hair back, and then tied the gag around the back of my head.

"There, your hair's tied back now when you admire yourself in the mirror, it won't get in your eyes," she said. Then she shoved me face down in front of the mirror.

I looked over at the mirror, and as I struggled to turn sideways to get a better look at myself, my dick was grinding against the carpet.

Then she stood over me and said, "All right, Andrea, I've had enough fun for today, so I'll just leave you here like this. But what do you think would happen if my brother finds you here?"

I tried to look up at her. I tried to say, "Nigel?" through the gag.

"I can't remember, did he say he was coming over here today or next Saturday?" she said. Then she knelt next to me, and patted me on the head. "Oh well, don't worry about it. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? That fake cock in your mouth gets replaced by a real one?"

I groaned into the gag, and tried to struggle against the ropes, but it was hopeless.

She stood up and as she headed for the door, she called back to me, "I guess we'll find out soon. Or at least you will!"

And I had to lie there on my bedroom carpet hogtied in my new maid's uniform, sucking on a penis gag, staring at myself in the mirror. So I had plenty of time to think of all that had happened to me since that day I was kidnapped from my hotel room in Australia. I still didn't understand why they went to all the trouble to make me look like a girl, and then just let me go. I didn't know why they made all of those videos of me…what did they do with all of those? Did they decide they had already destroyed my life? Or would those videos be on the Internet someday, so everyone would see all the horrible things they made me do?

At least for now I was safe here at the estate, as long as my parents didn't show up unannounced and find me tied up like this. But for now it was fun to have Caroline around. And Nigel was in town, so I would see him once in a while, too…come to think of it, I might see him sooner than I wanted to! Was he really going to find me like this, and make me suck his cock? I didn't know, but I was bound to find out soon enough.

The End