Prologue

I was the junior world champion swimmer Andy Miles, at least until I went to Australia and was kidnapped and forced to undergo several surgeries and procedures. A year later, I was released from captivity at the age of 13, but now with large breasts and an ant-sized waist, I looked like a girl from the waist up.

My growth was stunted from a year of malnourishment (I never wanted to even smell Vegemite again!) so it seemed I would remain only 5-feet [1.5m] tall, and my leg tendons had been shortened so I would have to wear high heels for the rest of my life.

I had received a huge cash settlement from the Australian government, and signed a non-disclosure agreement not to discuss its terms with anyone. That was fine with me because I didn't want anyone to know what had happened to me. Now I lived in seclusion as Andrea (which is actually my legal name) a couple of hours drive up the California coast from my parents.

I own a large estate, complete with a 50-meter pool, and a young couple takes care of the place for me. Bob is also my tutor, while Jenny does the cooking and housework. Both of them are very good at ignoring my extra-curricular activities with Caroline, the younger sister of my former swimming rival Nigel from Australia. This usually involves her tying and gagging me, and then doing whatever she wants.

After a couple of months, I had noticed that the hair on my arms and legs had not grown back, and my parents sent me to see a specialist. The doctor could only suggest that my skin must have been subjected to some experimental depilation procedure. He had never seen it before, but he reckoned that I wouldn't be able to grow any facial hair, either. That trip to Australia was the gift that kept on giving.

With little else to do, I focused on my academics, and worked hard with Bob to make up for the year of school I had lost. Caroline went to a school in town, and her guidance counselor suggested she might apply to a highly regarded local prep school. It was actually a boarding school, but they accepted day students from the local area, and she thought it might be fun if we both went to school there.

The prep school also had a swim team, and she was thinking she might try out for it. She hadn't been a competitive swimmer like her brother, but it turns out that he didn't get all of the talent in the family, so she wanted to give it a try. I had thought I would never want to swim in another race, but Nigel would come over from school once in a while, and talk about his latest swim meet, and it stirred up the urge to compete again.

But first I had to find out about this school, due to my awkward situation (I was now a she-male.) Of course my parents described me as a pre-operative trans-girl when they went to chat with the school's headmaster and swimming coach. Both of them assured my parents that the school was LGBTQ-friendly, that there was a separate area of the girls' locker room cordoned off with a separate shower for trans students. I was still more than a little apprehensive about this, but my parents did their due diligence, and decided that both the faculty and students were enlightened about what they called alternative lifestyles of non-binary people. In other words, most of them might not think I was a freak.

So I started swimming again, and quickly regained my old form. Despite a year away from the pool, my muscle memory returned. My technique was as good as ever, although I wasn't quite as fast as before, thanks to the implants I was carrying around in my chest, hips and butt. My former hard body had been aerodynamic, and could slip through the water. My new curvy body…not so much. Caroline was a good swimmer too. Not world class like Nigel, but good. Of course not as good as me!

Caroline and I were both accepted to the prep school as day students. She and Nigel went home to Australia for the summer (although actually it was the winter there because even the seasons are backwards in that crazy country.) Without our nightly bondage sessions, I had even more time to work on school and swimming, so when the fall semester started, I thought I was as ready for high school as I could possibly be.

CHAPTER 1
SCHOOL DAZE

By September, Nigel and Caroline had returned from Australia. She would live with us again, and Nigel would be living on campus in town again. But then my parents drove up to visit. Actually there were two cars. Their old familiar Mercedes, followed by a blue car with what looked like a truncated cone on its roof. Mom got out of the Mercedes, and Dad got out of the other car.

Dad handed me a large key and said, "Congratulations, Andy! This is your new car!"

I looked at it and shook my head. "Dad, I'm fourteen," I said. "You know I can't drive!"

He pointed inside the open car door. "Look, there's no steering wheel or pedals. You don't have to drive it; it drives itself!"

I stared, my mouth open. "How does it know where to go?"

"You just type the address in the dashboard computer, or the route you want to travel, and then push that big green button with the word START on it. That's all there is to it!"

I just stared at it. "Is this thing safe?"

"It drove me here, all the way up the coast from LA," he said.

"But we only want you to use it to go to and from school," Mom said in her warning voice.

"OK sure," I said. "You know I'm not exactly a party animal, anyway."

This wonder of technology was the prototype of a self-driving car that my parents had acquired through their business connections. Dad set it up so that my fingerprint would open the door. So now Bob or Jenny wouldn't have to drive us to and from school every day. I was concerned that my parents would decide they didn't need Bob's services any longer. Since I was going back to school, I really didn't need a tutor. But Bob also took care of the estate, and my parents were very pleased with the work he had done to help me catch up with my missing year of school. So he would stay on, just in case I needed additional help with my education. That was quite a relief, as Bob and Jenny were very good at turning a blind eye to whatever Caroline and I got mixed up in together.

This school didn't require uniforms, so I could wear whatever I wanted. I chose a light blue blouse, a dark blue skirt, and black knee-high boots. I still kept my nails bright red, but I didn't wear any makeup, or any jewelry or accessories. At first I was really nervous about being in school again. I just wanted to blend in at school, but every time I walked down a hallway, I thought everyone stopped and stared at me. Other kids would point and whisper when I walked by. I learned on my first day that news and rumors traveled here at warp speed, and it seemed that everyone in the entire school knew I was transgender. My non-disclosure agreement limited what I could say, but they had provided me with a cover story. This came in handy when boys would stare at my breasts, and I had answers ready for every inappropriate question you could imagine.

"I think I always wanted to be a girl. Yes, I still have a dick. No, I'm not planning to have it cut off any time soon. My name really is Andrea, that's a boy's name in the old country. I like girls but I'm seeing someone and I don't want to date anyone else right now. Of course, I go to the bathroom sitting down, do you think they have urinals in the girls bathroom?"

And on and on it went. At least they just considered me to be some kind of a curiosity, and no one wanted to kill me…yet. Tryouts for the swim team were held at the end of the first week. I showed up there with Caroline and the others trying to make the girls swim team. I was wearing a red one-piece suit (which really showed off my glorious figure) and a pair of matching water socks with heels built in to them so I could walk without pain.

The bleachers next to the pool were full of mostly boys and some girls, who had come to watch the tryouts. The coach was a tall dark-haired man in his 40's, and I'm sure he had been a swimmer back in the day, but he had put on a few pounds since then. Maybe more than a few.

I asked him, "Do you always get crowds this large to watch tryouts?"

Coach Collins looked up at the huge crowd, and said, "No, it's usually just a few parents and some kids."

That's what I thought. I don't have a large ego, but I would have bet that most, if not all, of those kids were here to see what I looked like in my swimsuit. Well, I was going to put on a show for them. I swam the fastest times at every distance, and dominated everyone else. Every time I looked up at the crowd, I saw phones pointed at me.

When we were done, Coach Collins called me into his office next to the pool deck, and I sat down across the desk from him.

"Andrea, even as a new freshman, you're already better than anyone we have on our varsity team."

I already knew that, but this was the new, humble me. I just shrugged and said, "Thanks, coach."

"There was a junior swimmer named Andy Miles, and he was outstanding," the coach said. "Are you related to him?"

I wondered if he was putting me on. I thought my parents had cleared up all of this with him and the headmaster. Finally, I just said, "Yes."

"So…what, is he a brother or a cousin?" he asked.

"Coach, you know I'm transgender, right?" I said. "Didn't my parents tell you that?"

"Andrea, I'll be honest. A generation ago, when I was swimming, you would not have fit in, or even survived on our university team. But times and attitudes have changed, and we've made all the arrangements to give you privacy," he said. "Now what is Andy to you?"

I shook my head. "Coach, I'm Andy, short for AN-DRAY-UH. But now I go by Andrea."

Finally there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Either that or I had embarrassed him, and now he was really going to be pissed off at me. But then he said, "Oh, that is good news! So you're a world class swimmer!"

"Well, I used to be," I said. "But now my body has changed. I'm still good, but not as fast as before."

"Oh, your times are plenty fast for this school," he said. "We are finally going to beat Central!"

Caroline made the team too, and the coach didn't hate me, so the day went about as well as I could have hoped. That was a real bonus because my experience had always been that swimming coaches normally hate everyone. I had talked to swimmers from all around the world, and the one thing we always agreed on is that all swimming coaches are the same. There's a special place in Hell for every last one of them.

So now Caroline and I both had to get to school early every morning for swimming practice, and we had homework to do at night, so we didn't have a lot of time for our usual bondage games. We were actually living like normal kids for once. In fact, the kids at school seemed to pay more attention to her than me. She was something new and different, because she talked funny (her Australian accent) and she was my girlfriend, which often confused people.

A couple of weeks later, our first swim meet was coming up, against Central High. This was a large school across town, and we had always lost to them. According to the older kids on our team, they thought they owned us. Our coach thought that was going to change this year.

But a couple of days before the swim meet, several of the girls confronted me out on the pool deck.

"Andrea, we don't think you should swim for us against Central," one of them said.

"Why not?" I asked. "I'm the best distance swimmer on the team."

"We just don't think it's fair because you aren't really a girl," she said.

I looked around and others were nodding their heads. "Oh," I said, looking up at them. "So it's not fair because I'm so much bigger and stronger than all of you?"

I was the shortest person there, and most of them were a head taller than me.

I went on, cupping my hands under my breasts. "Or do you think these big things sticking out of my chest make me swim faster?"

"We have those too, you know!" someone said.

"Not like mine!" I shot back. And that was true.

"It's just that you used to be a boy, and you shouldn't be swimming against girls. You're so much better than we are, so you should be swimming with the boys," she said.

After all I had been through, this was more than I could take.

"You wanna know why I'm better than all of you? I can tell you why, because I've watched all of you swim!" I said. "Your strokes aren't efficient in the water, none of you gets any power out of your legs, half of you can't even do a decent flip turn, and when you're tired at the end of a race, your technique goes all to Hell! I'm better than you because I take the sport seriously! I train hard, and I don't get sloppy in the pool!"

They all just looked around, and finally one of them just offered weakly, "We still don't think it's fair."

I quickly realized that was the old arrogant Andy talking. The one that always got into trouble. I had overdone things, and I didn't want the entire team mad at me.

"All right then," I said. "If this bothers all of you, I'll just skip this swim meet. I won't swim against Central."

"Oh yes you will!" came a deep voice from behind us.

We all turned to see Coach Collins walking toward us. I had no doubt that he had seen and heard everything.

"Andrea is the best swimmer on this team, and we need her to beat Central," he said. "If any of you have a problem with that, get over it! Everything she said was right, and if you want to be as good as her, then work harder!"

There was some murmuring and mumbling among the girls, but no one said anything back to him.

"All right then, practice is over," he said. "All of you head out."

As everyone else left, I said, "Coach, I don't want to cause any trouble. I don't want all of them to be mad at me-"

"Andrea, don't worry about it. For two years now, I've been trying to tell them everything you just said to them," he said. "And they don't listen to me, either!"

CHAPTER 2
A BEATING AT CENTRAL

Saturday was the day of the swim meet at Central High. We got together at school, and then they piled our entire swim team into a bus and took us over there. I was scheduled to swim in the 400 and 800 meter freestyle events. They didn't have a 1,500 meter race for girls, apparently because we were too dainty to swim that far. But coach prevailed on me to also swim one of the legs in the 4x200-meter relay race. When I explained to him that I had never actually been in a relay race before, he was exasperated but then assigned me to swim the opening leg so I couldn't mess up a relay exchange and get the entire team disqualified.

The swim meet itself went very well. I won both of my races, and we won my relay race too. That was the final race of the meet, and it proved to be decisive as we edged out Central High. It felt good to be in competition again, and it felt even better to win. By now I knew better than to gloat, and I behaved myself all day, even cheering on my teammates in their races. Even our coach was happy at having finally beaten Central.

So I was in a really good mood as I made my way back into the secluded portion of the Central High girl's room. I stood there in my swimsuit, without a care in the world, and took off my cap, shaking my long hair out to let it spill all around me,

Then I heard a girl's voice say, "Oh, don't you look pretty!"

I turned to see three of the girls from Central High. I knew the names of two of them, Rita and Amy, having beaten them in my races.

"Girls, is there a problem?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's a problem," Rita said. "We don't like losing to boys!"

As all three of them hurried toward me, I held up my hands. "Wait a minute," I said. "I won my races fair and square!"

Two of the girls each grabbed one of my arms and backed me up against a row of lockers. Then Rita clenched her hand around my cheeks to squeeze my mouth shut and snarled at me. "We don't think so! We think you're a fag who just dresses up like a girl!"

I tried to shake my head, but she wouldn't even let me move. Then she grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed, and the pain made me squeal.

"No falsies for you, huh Andrea?" she said. "That's some pair of boobs you've got! So let's see what else you have!"

I tried to tell her to stop, and then her knee slammed into my groin. I saw exploding lights as everything went white, the pain down there made my knees buckle, and it was only the girls that held me upright.

"Call the guys," Rita said, and one of the girls left. But now Rita took her place, pinning my other arm, and nodded to her teammate. "Time to teach this little fag a lesson he will never forget!"

Then the other girl punched me in the stomach, making me gasp.

"What's the matter, Andrea?" Rita asked. "Sissy boy can't take a punch?"

Then her friend slugged me again, and I doubled over, despite them holding me up. They let me slump to the floor, and I collapsed to my knees, clutching my stomach.

Then the other girl returned, and there were some boys with her. As I tried to catch my breath, Rita pulled my hands behind my back, and I felt a towel being wrapped around my wrists, binding them.

"Come on over here, guys!" Rita said. "This is the faggot who cost us the swim meet. I figure if he wants to be a girl, you guys can have some fun with him!"

I finally caught my breath, but I was on my knees now with my wrists bound behind me, and there were four boys in swimsuits standing over me.

"Is that right?" one of the boys said. "Fags like to suck cock, right? So I'll bet this little fag wants to give us blow jobs!"

"Guys, I'm not-" I started, but then Rita grabbed a handful of my wet hair, and jerked it back. I would have screamed from the pain, but her other hand squeezed my mouth shut.

"Of course he will," she said. Then she turned to me, and added, "or do I need to kick you in the balls a few times?"

The pain in my groin was already bad enough. "Please don't do that again!" I begged. "I'll do it!"

"You don't need much convincing, do you?" the boy said, chuckling, as he pulled down his swimsuit. "These fags love to suck cock!"

Rita tugged on my hair, to lift me up, and his dick went in my mouth. She slammed me back and forth, as his dick grew inside me. Finally he came over and over, filling my mouth with that salty taste, and pulled out, and I sank back on my haunches, gasping for air.

But now another boy had taken his place, and I had to get him off, too. The whole ordeal was just a blur as I swallowed cum from some of them, but others sprayed it on my face and in my eyes. Then all four of the boys left, laughing as they went. A couple of the girls followed them out, leaving me alone with Rita.

"What's the matter, Andrea?" she asked, helping me up with a handful of my hair. "Didn't you have a good time at the swim meet? You won all of your races, didn't you?"

"Please let me go!" I said, wobbling on unsteady legs. "Haven't you done enough to me?"

"What did we do to you? You're good at sucking cocks, aren't you? You're just a slut, aren't you?"

"No! I didn't want-" I started.

She punched me in the stomach, making me double over again. All the wind went out of me, and my eyes filled with tears.

"You're not a girl, and you shouldn't be swimming against girls," she snarled at me. "You're just a fag who likes to suck cocks!"

I gasped and tried to catch my breath, and felt tears trickling down my cheeks. "Please don't hit me-"

"Oh, now the sissy is crying? Well, don't worry, little faggot. I won't punch you in your pretty face," she said. Then she hit me in the stomach again, and I fell to my knees.

As I lay there doubled over on the floor, she squatted next to me and lifted my chin to make me look at her, even though I couldn't see much through my tears. As I grimaced from the pain in my stomach, she said, "Sweetie, don't ever come back here again, or this is nothing compared to what we'll do to you next time!"

Then she shoved a towel across my mouth and tied it around my head to gag me, and shoved my face to the side, making me topple over on the floor. I heard her walk away, and I tried to get my fingers on the towel knotted around my wrists. I hoped this towel wouldn't be too hard to untie once I caught my breath.

But after I picked at the knot in the towel for a while, I heard Caroline's voice call out, "Andrea, are you still in here? The whole team is waiting to go home!"

I tried to yell "Help!" through the towel in my mouth.

I don't know if she understood me or not, but she peeked in around the curtain.

"Oh my God! Andrea, what happened?" she said, running into the room.

"Some of the girls from Central beat me up," I said as soon as she got the towel out of my mouth. "Please untie me and get coach in here, but no one else."

She untied me, and ran off. I just sat there on the floor and groaned at the pain in my stomach every time I tried to move. Soon Caroline returned with the coach in tow.

"Andrea, what happened to you?" he asked.

I had already decided to tell him everything. I wasn't a slave any more, and I didn't have to take being sexually abused any more. "Three girls from Central beat me. Rita was their leader, and Amy, and I don't know the other girl," I said. "But then…they brought in four boys…I don't know any of them…but they all made me give them blow jobs."

Coach's face was a mixture of shock and anger. But he knew I was telling the truth. I'm sure I had the evidence all over my face.

"Do you need medical attention? Should I take you to the hospital?"

I started wiping my face with one of the towels, and said, "No, just help me up. One of the girls kneed me in the groin."

The two of them pulled me up to my feet, and I started dressing. I didn't even bother taking off my wet swimsuit. I pulled up my skirt over it, and Caroline had to help me get into my blouse.

"They aren't going to get away with this!" the coach said. "I saw their team already left, but I'm going to call their coach tonight! Then we can take this to the police!"

"Coach, can we wait on the police until we see what their school does about this? I really don't want anyone else to know about this."

"Yeah sure, if that's what you want," he said. "But we're going to deal with them."

So Caroline helped me clean the rest of the goo off my face and hair, and then walked out to the bus. We just told our teammates that the kids from Central gave me a beating.

I went back to school on Monday, but I was still too sore to take swimming practice until Wednesday. Then when I showed up, the coach called me into his office.

"Andrea, we notified Central High of the incident at the swim meet, and they took this very seriously. They questioned those two girls, Rita and Amy, and they gave up the identities of the other girl and the four boys," he said.

"So are they going to do anything about them?" I asked.

"Yes, they already have. It appears that Rita was their leader, so she and all four of the boys have been expelled. The other two girls were followers, so they have been suspended from school for a week, and permanently banned from the swim team," he said. "How do you feel about that?"

That was actually better than I had hoped for. I thought the punishments were about right. "Coach, I think all of them got what they deserved so I don't really want to go to the police or press charges. I just want to forget the whole thing ever happened."

"All right then, are you recovered enough to swim laps now?" he asked.

"That's why I'm here," I said.

He told me to get to work, and I was relieved to put all of it behind me.

CHAPTER 3
ANDREA'S PAST RETURNS

A couple of weeks later, Caroline had a head cold, so I went to school by myself. After classes were done, I wasn't in a hurry to go home, so for once I had the chance to wander around and explore the campus. I walked along some tree-lined roads toward the boys' dorms, and a couple of older boys approached me.

"I'm Bill, and this is George," the taller one said.

"Hi, I'm Andrea," I said.

"Yeah, we've heard a lot about you," he said.

"Oh, I'm on the swim team," I said. "Is that what you mean?"

"No, this is what I mean," he said. He held up his phone so I could see a video playing on it. It was a video of me. I was naked, crawling around on a floor, and then asking a man if I could suck his cock.

My mouth went dry, and my hand was shaking as I pointed at it. "Where…where did you get that?" I croaked.

Both of them had big grins on their faces, and finally Bill spoke. "Andrea, you look like you're a lot of fun at parties! Should we share this video with our friends?"

"No! Please don't do that!" I begged. But how…where-"

"Tell you what, sweetie," Bill said. "Come back to our dorm room with us, and do what you did for those guys, and no one else has to know about this!"

I didn't know what to do. "I…I can't-"

"Do you want us to post this video on the internet? So everyone can see it?"

"No! Uh, OK, if I do this for you just once, will that be the end of it?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. "You give both of us blow jobs, and then we're done. No one else has to know about it."

We started walking. "All right, but where did you get that? Do you have more videos?"

"Why, what else have you done?" he asked. "Anything else we should know about?"

"I…I didn't want to do any of that. And I can't talk about it," I said. I wasn't allowed to talk about the terms of my settlement with Australia, or why it had been paid.

"That's all right, we don't really want you to use your mouth for talking, anyway!"

Then they both started laughing, and soon we were in their dorm room. It was a good sized room, with beds on each side, and a door to their private bathroom.

All right, who wants to go first?" I asked.

About one millisecond later, Bill said, "ME!"

So I had to get down on my knees in front of him as he unzipped his pants, and wiggled his dick out through his fly. I took him in my mouth, and started sliding him in and out. As he started to grow, I grabbed onto his butt cheeks, and it wasn't long before he started spurting. I got that salty taste in my mouth, but some of it went up the side of my face, too. I got it off as best I could, and wiped it on my blouse.

"Your turn," I said to George.

George didn't last much longer than Bill had, and he didn't let me swallow all of it either, spraying it in my right eye, and probably into my hair, too. I tried to remove it from my face and wiped it on my blouse, too.

"Do you have a towel or something I could use to clean up?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," Bill said. He was in a really good mood now, and tossed a towel to me.

There was a mirror on the wall, and I wiped all of the evidence off me. "That's it then, right?" I said. "We're done with each other, and you don't show that video or tell anyone else about me!"

"Yeah, thanks kid," Bill said, and both of them started laughing.

So I walked out and trudged back across the campus, wondering how this could have happened to me. How had those kids got those videos of me? And did they have more videos of me doing even more humiliating things? Would they show those videos to their friends? If that happened, I wouldn't just be a laughingstock, I would have to leave school. I had the feeling that I was never going to get over that nightmare in Australia.

I got home and didn't tell anyone what happened. I was just hoping it was a bad experience, and it was over and done with. So I went to school and swimming practice as normal. But a week later, I had just finished lunch, and I was outside when I ran into Bill and George again.

"Hey Andrea, how about coming back to our dorm room after school today?" Bill asked.

"Why would I want to have anything to do with you guys?" I asked.

"It's just that you're good at giving blow jobs, and it won't take long," he said.

"We had a deal," I said. "We agreed that we were one and done."

"And now we want to change the deal," he said. "So you give us blow jobs this afternoon, or we'll tell our friends about you."

I looked up at both of them. "Oh, I get it. This is blackmail."

"Call it whatever you want," Bill said. "But it would be a shame if lots more of our friends wanted blow jobs from you, too."

I sized them up. They were bigger than me, and I was just a little trans-girl. They saw me as the beaten little slave in those videos, who would do whatever she was told. But they were about to find out that I wasn't their captive. I didn't belong to them.

"I have an idea," I said. "Why don't the three of us go over to the headmaster's office right now, and I'll explain to him how both of you forced me to give you blow jobs. I'm fourteen. Both of you are going to jail for statutory rape."

"You're not going to do that," Bill said. "You don't have any proof anyway, it's your word against ours."

"Really? Since both of you idiots sprayed your cum all over my face, I wiped it on my blouse. That blouse has DNA from both of you on it, and that's enough to send both of you to prison. It's safely stored away at home, and if anything happens to me, it goes to the police."

Both of them looked like they were going to be sick. "Now wait…" Bill tried.

"And that's not all…when the police pick you up, they will seize those phones, your computers, and any other devices you have. And if they find some child pornography, you can add on some more felony charges," I said. "Now do you guys still want blow jobs?"

Both of them shook their heads. "Andrea, we don't want any trouble," Bill said.

"Then where did you get that video?" I demanded.

"Someone sent it to me in an e-mail," Bill said. "I don't know who it was and I never heard from them again!"

"All right, then you're going to delete any pictures or videos you have of me, and you don't ever tell ANYONE about this, or I will take my blouse to the police, and then both of your lives might as well be over! How does that sound?"

They both nodded. "We're OK., we're good with that!" Bill said. "We won't bother you, so please don't tell anyone about us!"

"Then get away from me, and I don't ever want to see either of you ever again!"

If the two of them had run off any faster, they would have left vapor trails like cartoon characters.

I thought I would never see them again. But a week later, the two of them approached me. Now what? I wondered.

Then Bill said, "Andrea, we're sorry about what we did. We deleted the video, it's gone, and we'll never bother you again. So are we OK?"

"Yeah, now both of you get the Hell away from me!" I snapped.

They beat a hasty retreat, and I figured at least one catastrophe had been averted.

CHAPTER 4
INITIATION

The following week, I had just finished swimming laps at our morning practice when John, the team captain, called me over.

"Hey Andrea, has anyone told you about our swim team initiation?"

I immediately tensed up. I had been told that hazing wasn't allowed in any form at this school, but John seemed like a good guy. "What is that all about?" I asked.

He must have noticed the look on my face. "It's not that bad. And it's different for everyone," he said. For you, all you have to do is do is take a selfie inside a surf shop."

"A surf shop?"

"Yeah, have you ever done any surfing?"

"No, and I've always wanted to. But my swimming coach would never let me because he thought I might get injured."

"Well, our coach here doesn't mind. A lot of us surf. I'll give you the address of the place up in Santa Cruz. While you're there, they give lessons if you want to learn."

So I got the address from him. When I got home, Bob and Jenny thought it might be fun for me to try surfing, but they wanted me to get my parents' permission.

"Andy, the car is only for going to school," Jenny said. "You really need to talk to your parents before you go on a road trip by yourself like this."

When I was out in public, everyone called me Andrea, but around the house, Bob and Jenny called me Andy. Unless I had done something wrong; then they called me Andrea. Like when a parent uses a child's full name, they know they're in trouble. For instance, if Bob was trying to help me with my algebra homework: "Andrea, you can't solve the equation by multiplying both sides of it by zero!" Of course Caroline always called me Andrea. She liked bossing me around, and to be honest, I liked it too!

So I called my parents, and we talked it over. They had some misgivings about me killing myself, but they finally agreed to let me take the car to Santa Cruz for a weekend. All I had to do was call them when I got there to let them know I had arrived safely. I couldn't just text them, I would actually have to call them so they could hear my voice. There was a three-day weekend coming up, so Bob made reservations for me at a hotel near the beach in Santa Cruz.

Caroline's initiation involved helping out in a soup kitchen in town for a couple of afternoons. I have no idea how those decisions got made, but I figured I would have a lot more fun spending the weekend learning to surf. I was really looking forward to it, although as I left the last swimming practice, some of the boys serenaded me, singing the old Beach Boys song.

"Little surfer, little one. Make my heart come all undone. Do you love me, do you, surfer girl?"

I felt myself turning red as I hurried away from them. I had done worse than that to other kids back in the day, but it wasn't as much fun being on the receiving end.

The amazing self-driving car somehow delivered me to the hotel's parking lot in one piece. It was actually fun to ride down the coast highway, although I was still a little nervous about the chance of this car launching me off a cliff. But I arrived safely, checked in at the hotel, got my key card, and found my way to the surf shop.

There was a young guy in an orange Aloha shirt behind the counter.

"Is it OK for me to take a selfie in here?" I asked.

"Sure kid, go ahead," he said.

So I got the picture that would satisfy my swim team initiation, and then asked him, "Do you give surfing lessons here?"

"Yeah, have you surfed at all?"

"No, but I always wanted to learn how," I said.

"Can you swim?"

"Oh yeah, I'm a good swimmer," I said. "The best on my high school swim team."

"All right, then your swimming won't be an issue. We can rent everything you need. A wet suit because the water is so cold here, and a board and a leash."

My eyebrows went up. "A leash??"

"Yeah, the leash connects to the board and goes around the ankle of your back leg. That way when you wipe out – and you WILL wipe out, you won't have to chase your board very far. So you can do more surfing and less swimming."

"Oh OK, yeah, of course," I said. I didn't want to explain that the last time I wore a leash, it had been around my neck, and I had spent a year being dragged around on the floor so that men could do whatever they wanted to me.

So I went to a fast food place, ate a burger, and then went back to my hotel room. I went to sleep that night thinking tomorrow I would be learning to surf.

I woke up in the middle of the night with something pressing on my mouth. I tried to open my mouth, but it had been taped shut! I tried to pull the tape off, but someone grabbed my arm, rolled me over on my stomach and twisted my arm behind me. There was an intruder in my hotel room! I tried to scream, but I could barely make a sound, as I felt a steel handcuff snap shut around my wrist. I tried to struggle, but then I felt someone's entire weight on my back, and my other arm was twisted behind me. Then both my hands were cuffed together, and the intruder got off me.

I was wearing only a nightgown, but I managed to roll over and swing my legs onto the floor and get to my feet. I squinted in the dark but could only see a shadowy figure.

Then I heard a whisper. "Do you think you're going somewhere?"

My heart was pounding and I didn't know what to do. It was dark, my wrists were cuffed behind me, and all I could think was to run to the bathroom and maybe I could manage to close the door behind me and barricade it with the weight of my body. So I turned and tried to run.

But I couldn't run very well with my arms bound like this, and I felt a shove in my back that sent me stumbling face down on the carpet. Then I felt the weight of the intruder sitting on my back, and all I could do was kick my legs on the floor. Soon I couldn't even do that, as I felt ropes winding around my ankles. Then the intruder stood over me in the dark, and I shivered. I was alone in this hotel room, in a strange city far from home, all tied up and gagged. I didn't know if I was going to be robbed, or maybe I was going to be raped. And what if the rapist thought I was a girl, and then found out I was a boy?

Then the intruder whispered to me. "If you know what's good for you, don't move and don't make a sound!"

It sounded like a woman's voice, and I just nodded my head.

Then I heard the intruder walk away, and a few second later, it sounded like something was being wheeled into the room. I craned my neck to see in the dim light what looked like a large laundry basket.

"Now I am going to put you in that basket and take you out of here, but if you even try to make a sound, I will choke you out! Do you understand me?"

I nodded my head again. All I could see were her eyes; it looked like a bandanna covered most of her face. So she picked me up, dropped me in the basket, and then threw a sheet over me.

She grabbed a handful of my hair, and turned me over face down in the basket. "Time to go, so keep quiet if you want to stay alive!"

Suddenly she started wheeling me across the room, and then it felt like we were outside in the cool night air. We hadn't gone far across the paved ground, when she whispered, "Open up!"

I felt a pillowcase or sack being slid over my head, and then she lifted me out of the basket. Someone else took me in his arms and then put me down. I was too scared to make a sound, and then I heard a car door close, and the engine start up. I wasn't being robbed, I was being kidnapped again!

I was lying face down with a bag over my head, being driven away to who knows where. All I could think was that maybe I could reason with them. I had lots of money, and my parents could pay whatever ransom they wanted.

We drove for what seemed like a long time, but finally the car came to a stop. The door opened, and I was thrown over a man's shoulder and carried along. When he finally set me down on a wooden floor, he pulled the bag off my head just long enough for me to blink my eyes and see that I was in a barn. It was large, and there was a hay loft…and then a blindfold slid over my eyes and everything went dark.

At last he pulled the tape off my mouth, and I gasped for air. I felt a woman pull me up to a sitting position. "Don't you look pretty?" she said.

"What do you want from me?" I asked. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Nice hair," she said, and then turned my face from side to side. "And you ARE lovely."

Now I was really scared. I was wearing just a bra and panties under my nightgown, so it wouldn't be long before they saw what I really was.

"I…I'm not from around here," I said.

"You're here now, and that's all that matters," she said, and then gently squeezed both of my breasts. "Nice rack you got here."

Then as her hand slid down toward my waist, I squeezed my legs together and said, "Stop!"

But her hand reached under my nightgown and grabbed at my genitals through my panties.

"Well, well, what have we got here?" she asked. "You're a special little girl, aren't you?"

"I…I'm transgender," I said

"Oh, and you just haven't gotten around to having your dick cut off yet?"

"No! I don't want to do that!" I cried.

"Really? So what's your name?"

"Andrea," was all I said. I didn't want to explain any more about myself.

"So tell me, Andrea," she said, stroking my hair. What do you do for fun?"

"Fun? I'm a swimmer. I'm on my school's swim team."

"That sounds like work," she said, winding my hair around her hand. "I mean real fun."

"I don't know what you mean," I said. "School and swimming practice keep me kinda busy."

"I mean have you ever sucked a boy's cock?" she said.

"Um…I…uh-" I started.

"Don't think about it!" she shouted. Her hand tightened around my hair, and she pulled it taut. Then something hard pressed against my cheek. "Do you like the feel of this riding crop? Would you like me to whip your ass with it? Or should I just shove it up your ass? Now tell me the truth, Andrea, because if you lie to me, I'll know it!"

"OK, OK, I did," I wailed. "I didn't want to, but these two boys at school tried to blackmail me, so I had to."

"Just two boys at school, huh? Is that all, or were there others?" she said, pressing the crop against my cheek even harder.

I didn't know what these people knew about me, but they may have heard about the swim meet at Central High. Maybe they were friends of the kids who got expelled, so I just told them everything. "I went to a swim meet at another school, and the kids there beat me up, and they made me do it, too."

"Oh, you poor thing," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So how many boys…how many cocks did you get to suck there?"

"There were four of them," I mumbled.

"Four of them. Let's see now, by my count that's six boys you've given blow jobs," she said. "Andrea, you're quite the little slut, aren't you?"

"They made me do it," I said. "I didn't want to."

"Oh, really?" she said, her voice very close to me now. "Just between me and you, I kinda think you're really just a little fag who likes to dress up like a girl and suck cocks!'

"No!" I exploded. "I'm not-"

But then she let go of my hair, and squeezed my mouth shut. "Andrea, I think you must be good at giving blow jobs by now, so I'm going to get you up on your knees, and then you're going to suck my friend's cock!"

I tried to say something, but she just pressed her finger across my lips and whispered to me to be quiet.

She pulled me up on my knees, and said, "If you say another word, I will give you a beating, and then I'll shove my riding crop up your ass!"

I swallowed and kept quiet.

Then I heard footsteps and sensed another person standing over me. Then the woman took a handful of my hair, and said, "Open your mouth, cocksucker!"

I started to open my mouth, and I felt a dick push its way past my lips. Then I was being rocked back and forth, and this was a bigger dick sliding into my mouth. This was a man, not like the boys at school. Then he started spurting his salty goo in my mouth, and kept his dick there, forcing me to swallow all of it. Finally they let go of me, and I slumped back on my haunches.

"So how did you like that, faggot?" the woman asked me. "Was that more fun than the boys at school?"

"Why are you doing this to me? Why do you want to hurt me?" I asked.

"Oh, we have plans for you," she said. "We just want to make sure you'll be useful."

"Useful? Useful for what? What are you going to do?"

But she didn't answer me. Instead I felt leather cuffs being wrapped around my wrists and ankles. Then she removed the handcuffs and ropes that had bound me, dragged me along the wooden floor, and rolled me over on my side.

"Andrea, you're going to spend the night here. And you're going to be quiet, unless you want to be gagged all night and maybe choke to death. So don't make any noise, and don't even think about trying to escape. There's no one out here in the country who will hear you, except us," she said. "And if we hear you screaming for help, we will really give you something to scream about when we find out how far my riding crop will go up your ass! Do you understand me?"

"I get it," I said. "I'll keep quiet."

"Good, because I don't want to damage the merchandise," she said.

"Merchandise?" I asked.

"That's you," she said. "You'll be more valuable if you aren't too badly damaged."

Then I heard her walk away. I tried to roll over, but I found that both my wrists and ankles had been tied to something. It was chilly in the barn, but she had left me on some kind of cloth blanket, and I managed to get it draped around me. At least I wouldn't freeze to death tonight, but I was going to spend the night tied up and blindfolded in a barn somewhere in California. And then tomorrow, when I was supposed to be having fun and learning to surf, there was no telling what these people were going to do to me.

CHAPTER 5
BACHA BAZI

The following morning, I woke up when water splashed all over my face. A bucketful of it.

"Wake up, sunshine!" the woman said.

I sputtered and rolled over on my stomach. Nothing had changed. I was still tied up and blindfolded. "I kept quiet all night like you told me," I said. "But now I really need to pee."

"Does little sissy Andrea pee sitting down like a girl?" she asked.

"I just need to pee," I begged.

Then I felt her untying my ankles. "Up you go," she said, dragging me to my feet. "We have a Porta-Potty outside for you."

She dragged me outside and I felt a cool breeze, and then I heard a door creak open, and she pulled my panties down, and sat me on a toilet seat.

"There you go, sissy," she said. "Pee away."

So I had to pee in the dark with her standing over me. When I was done, she pulled them up and marched me back into the barn, and made me kneel on the wooden floor. She pulled my nightgown up over my head, and let it hang from my wrist cuffs behind me, leaving me on my knees in just my bra and panties.

"Andrea, you're in luck," she said. "More of my friends have stopped by this morning to meet you."

That sent a shiver down my spine, and I listened to try to hear if anyone else was here.

"I told them you were good at sucking cocks, and they all wanted to find out for themselves," she said. "So you aren't going to make a liar out of me, are you?"

I swallowed and said, "No, Ma'am."

Then I heard people laughing. Men laughing loudly. And it sounded like a lot of them.

"Then let's see how many of them you can satisfy," she said.

The next thing I knew, a man's rough hand grabbed my chin, and I felt a penis rub up against my cheek.

"Open up, sweetie!" the woman said.

So I opened my mouth, and a hard dick forced its way in. He was grabbing my hair, and shoving my head back and forth, and then he spurted inside my mouth.

No sooner had I swallowed that cum, the woman called out, "Next!"

And I had to suck another cock, and another. There were seven of them. When they were all done with me, I sank back and caught my breath, their salty taste still in my mouth.

"You're really good at sucking cocks, aren't you, Andrea," she asked.

"I…I had a lot of practice," I mumbled.

Then the entire room roared with laughter, and I just cringed with embarrassment. They were all laughing at my humiliation, and I couldn't even see them.

"Of course you did, because you're a slut," she said. "But let's get you tidied up. Then my bra and panties were pulled off, leaving me naked except for the blindfold.

Then she started brushing and combing my hair, and I felt it spilling all around my back and shoulders as she brushed it out.

"Your hair is lovely, Andrea," she said. "You like looking pretty, don't you?"

"I…I'm just trying to live as a girl now," I said.

"Oh, I think it's more than that. Your nails are so pretty, painted bright red," she said. "The truth is that you're really a sissy, and you like being pretty."

It was bad enough that these people molested me, now they wanted to have fun by taunting me too. "I'm just trying to get on with my life!" I wailed.

"What do you think, guys?" she asked.

One man laughed and said, "She is one sweet little cocksucker!"

My ears perked up. He sounded Australian!

"As good as you remember?" she asked.

I looked blindly from one voice to the other as they spoke.

Sure!" he said. "But it's like riding a bike. You never forget how to suck cock, right Andrea?"

He was definitely Australian. And he sounded like he was one of the guys who enjoyed abusing me for a year.

"I…I don't understand-" I started.

Then I felt my blindfold being pulled off. I had been in darkness for so long that I had to blink over and over to adjust to the light. But when I looked up, all of the men were wearing masks that covered their faces, just like in Australia.

Oh, no!" I groaned.

"What's the matter, Andrea?" the woman asked. "Don't you like meeting old friends?"

I looked up at her. She was wearing a mask, too. "What do you people want from me? Haven't you done enough already? You took a year of my life away, you made me look like a girl-"

"As if you don't like your new look," the woman said.

"Yeah, that's a cute hairdo you've got," a man said. "You never looked that good as a boy!"

"Your nails are pretty, you wear pretty outfits," the woman said. "l think you're really into being a girl. That you ALWAYS wanted to look like this!"

"No! You people MADE me look like this!" I insisted.

"So tell us about Nigel," one of the Australians said.

"Nigel? What about him?" I asked. "He goes to college here now."

"We always heard rumors that he was gay," he said. "We thought a fag like you could tell us for sure!"

"Why don't you ask him?" I asked.

The woman grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. As I winced from the pain, she snarled, "He isn't here, and we're asking you!"

"Ow! Yeah, he is! So are you going to out him now, and try to ruin his life, too?"

"What do you care?" one of the men asked. "Or are you friends with him now?"

"Yeah, Andrea," another man said. "Have you sucked his cock too?"

"Um, well, it's just that I wasn't very nice to him for the whole year that we were competing, and…"

Then the woman said, "It sounds to me like the little sissy is trying to say yes!"

"Yeah!" one of the men said. "You've sucked everyone else's cock, so why not his?"

"Look, I apologized to him for all the stuff I said about him, and that's how I made it up to him," I said.

"By getting down on your knees and sucking his cock?" the woman asked.

I just nodded my head. I had actually done more than that, but these jerks didn't need to know about it.

Then the woman held up a tablet in front of me. There was a video playing. Some lions were chasing after a zebra. "Watch this, Andrea!" she said. "I want you to see what happens."

I was puzzled to see what looked like some kind of wildlife special. A couple of lions tackled a zebra. One of the lions clamped its jaws onto the poor zebra's throat, and the other one helped hold it down.

"Now watch this other lion that comes around behind the zebra," she said.

Then a third lion appeared behind the zebra, and as I watched in horror, it bit down on the zebra's genitals! The zebra must have been in agony as it kicked and flailed with its legs, but that didn't help any. The lion ripped the zebra's balls off and ate them!

She turned the tablet off, and said to me, "That's all we have to do to finish making you into a girl. All that's left to do is rip off that junk between your legs!"

I swallowed, and my eyes went wide with fear. "Please don't do that to me!" I begged, my eyes filling with tears. "Why do you hate me so much? Why are you doing all of this to me?"

"What did we do to you?" a man asked. "We made you rich! Rumor has it you got millions from the lawyers, just because you spent a year in Australia, giving blow jobs."

"You ruined my life!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "I was a world champion, and now I look like a girl!"

"We gave you a new life," he said. "A perfect life for a sissy like you! You got lots of money, and you get to suck lots of cocks! What more could you want?"

I sniffled, and said, "Is that what's important to you? So I have money now. I'll give you lots of money if you let me go. Just call my parents, and they'll pay you-"

"No, sweetie, I have other plans for you," the woman interrupted. "You're not going home to Mommy and Daddy."

"What…what are you going to do?"

"You've never heard of the Bacha Bazi, have you?"

I shook my head. "No? What's that?"

"Sometimes they're known as The Dancing Boys of Afghanistan," she said. "Or The Pleasure Boys of Afghanistan."

"I still don't understand," I said.

"In Afghanistan they practice an unusual custom. In tribal villages it is common for the prettiest adolescent boys to be given to the elders to entertain them. That's why they're called The Dancing Boys," she said.

"But I don't know anything about dancing," I said.

"Oh, you'll learn. But that's not the only way the boys entertain the elders. They have a saying in Afghanistan that women are for mating and procreation, but boys are for fun."

"What…what do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean all of the men of the village will pass you around, and take turns butt-fucking you!".

"Oh, no!" I said.

"Oh, yes!" she said. "A boy will live with the men and serve them until he reaches puberty, and starts sprouting facial hair. Then he is sent out to live in the village on his own. They don't want him any more."

"But that would be years!" I said.

"Many, many years, in your case. You don't grow hair on your body any more, do you?" she said. "Those treatments they gave you in Australia worked wonders, didn't they?"

"I, uh, I think so, but-"

"What that means is you'll stay small and cute, maybe for twenty more years. Just think of that, all those men bending you over and fucking you every night for the next twenty years!" she said.

"That's illegal!" I cried. "They can't do that to me!"

"Sure it's illegal, but the Afghan government doesn't control much of anything outside the capital city. They don't care what goes on out in those villages out in the countryside."

"You can't take me all the way to Afghanistan!"

"Sure we can. I have friends in the army, and some village elders over there gave our guys good intelligence about these insurgents who were planning an attack on one of our military bases. So my friends owe them a favor, and what the elders want most of all is a pretty little boy they can use as a plaything. We're going to load you on a transport plane for Kabul, and the day after that you'll be in their village. A rich little American brat, theirs to play with! I think you'll be very popular with the tribal elders!"

"No!" I wailed.

"Maybe they'll send us a video of you dancing naked for them!" she said.

Then all the men roared with laughter, and the woman proceeded to hogtie me face down on the floor of the barn. After the men left, she held a penis gag up in from of my face.

"The guys told me this was your favorite gag, and I can see why. You can never get enough cock, can you?" she said, sliding it into my mouth. Then she tied it off behind my head and said, "Now make yourself comfortable. I have to arrange your transportation, so I'll be gone for a while."

Then she left, and I was alone there, hogtied, gagged, and naked in a barn. She had tied me to a post too, so I could barely move. The leather cuffs weren't tight, but there was no way I was getting out of them. I was still going to be right here when they returned, and they were going to ship me halfway around the world to Afghanistan. I didn't even want to think about what would happen to me there.

CHAPTER 6
VEGEMITE

Several hours must have passed before my captors returned. I hadn't eaten all day and my stomach was growling, as I had spent most of the day lying on the barn floor, forced to suck on a penis gag. In a way, I was almost glad they were back, but I didn't know what they had in mind for me, so I wasn't sure how long I would remain pleased to see them.

They were all masked again, and the woman said, "We brought you something to eat."

Then she held out a plate with four pieces of bread on it, each of which had been smeared with something dark brown. Vegemite.

"Um, I'm not hungry," I said.

She sat on a crate next to me, and said, "Andrea, you haven't eaten anything all day. We don't want you to be just skin and bones when we ship you off to Afghanistan."

"I really couldn't-" I started.

She shoved a slice of bread against my mouth and commanded, "Eat!"

I didn't have a choice. I took a bite, and the Vegemite was just as bitter and vile as I remembered. The guys must have seen the sour look on my face because they all started laughing.

"Something the matter, Andrea?" she asked me. "The guys told me this is your favorite."

"I think they meant it was THEIR favorite," I said, and she shoved more of it in my mouth.

She fed all of it to me, and it was horrible, and the guys enjoyed every minute of it. Finally they gave me some water to get that awful taste out of my mouth, blindfolded me, tied me to a post by my wrist and ankle cuffs, and left me there for the night.

The next morning I woke up on my own, so at least they didn't douse me with water. I heard a lot of them walking around, and a lot of chatter, but I was still blindfolded. At last they got me up, dragged me across the floor, stood me up, and took off the blindfold.

I squinted against the light, and then blinked. I looked up and there in front of me was one of the men, naked except for his mask. He had a ball gag in his mouth, and he was hogtied and suspended from the ceiling from several ropes around his chest and abdomen. His dick was hanging straight down.

I stared, open-mouthed, and finally said, "What is going on?"

"Andrea, do I have to spell it out for you?" the masked woman asked. "Do I have tell you what to do?"

I just stared at her, dumbfounded.

One of the men laughed and said, "We told you the kid was stupid!"

She pointed at the man's limp dick, and said, "What is the only thing you are good for? Get to work sucking his cock!"

So I hobbled on my bound feet, and tried to take his dick in my mouth, but I could hardly move with my wrists bound behind me. I turned to the woman, and said, "Ma'am, I need some help here."

I heard her scoff at me, but she grabbed my hair, positioned his dick in my mouth, and shoved my head back and forth. The guy started grunting, his dick started growing, and it took a while, but he shot a few loads of cum, and she made sure I swallowed all of it. When it was finally over, I turned and saw that some of the guys were pointing their phones at me. So there would be more videos of me for their pleasure.

"Is this something new?" I asked the woman.

"Oh, he likes to be a sub sometimes," she said. "Mind you, he's not a complete sissy pansy like you…but he likes to be tied up, too."

That didn't really explain a whole lot to me, since I was still the one who had to give the blow job, but the other guys didn't share his bizarre tastes. They made me get down on my knees as usual to suck all of their cocks. All except one of them. The last guy stuck a ball gag in my mouth, then sat on a crate, and threw me over his lap. As I gasped and tried to get my breath around the gag, he stuck his finger up my ass! I squirmed and squealed as I felt lube being spread inside my butt, and then he sat me on his lap.

I knew what was coming, and tried to relax, but that didn't make things much better. As he forced his way inside me, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on the gag. Then he was thrusting in and out, slamming me up and down, as my eyes filled with tears. I just remember bouncing up and down as tears spilled down my face until he finally came. It had been a long time since I had been fucked in the ass, it hurt as much if not more than I remembered.

Then he sat me on the floor, and as he got up and walked away, I blinked through the tears and saw their phones pointed at me again. Then the woman was standing over me.

"Andrea, you really ought to get used to that," she said. "You'll be doing a lot of that in Afghanistan."

I just moaned into the gag, and she sat me up, and pulled it out of my mouth.

"Now take these pills," she said, holding two large white pills up to my mouth.

I didn't even bother to ask what they were. If they were poison, and they killed me quickly, at least they couldn't hurt me any more. So I took them, and she gave me a large drink of water from a bottle to get them down.

"Good, those will put you to sleep for a long time," she said.

"Great," I muttered. "How long are you going to keep me here anyway?"

After spending a year in captivity in Australia, I had no idea what to expect, but I was shocked when she said, "Oh, we're done with you. We're shipping you out tonight."

"Tonight? You're sending me to Afghanistan tonight?"

"Yeah, we're going to package you for the plane ride. Our friends will stop by tonight to pick you up, and take you to your new home."

I was already starting to feel dizzy. "Oh, no!" I moaned.

"I know, sweetie," she said. "You'd much rather stay here, sucking all these cocks. But there are men in Afghanistan who are looking forward to enjoying your company, too!"

Now my head was lolling back, and I couldn't move. "No, you can't do this…"

"Just go to sleep, Andrea," she said. "And when you wake up, you can start your new life as a pleasure boy!"

Then I closed my eyes, and that's all I remember.

CHAPTER 7
LYING BASTARDS

I woke up and looked around me. I was wearing a nightgown, and I was in a bed. This didn't look like Afghanistan. It looked like a hotel room. MY hotel room! The clock on the nightstand said it was just after 9AM, and my wallet, phone and hotel key were there, too! Then I remembered what my kidnappers had told me, and quickly pulled up my nightgown to look between my legs.

I used every curse word I could think of in every possible combination. My genitals were still there, but there was a metal tube around my dick. Those bastards had locked a penis chastity on me! I wanted to just pack up and leave right now, but instead I decided to take a hot shower and try to wash away two days of debauchery (after I had slid a big heavy chair up against the door to my room as a barricade.)

Finally after my shower I had a chance to lie on my bed and think about what to do. I would need a locksmith to get this device off my dick, and how was I going to explain this to Bob and Jenny? Or should I even tell them at all? So I gathered up all my stuff, and went to the office to turn in my room key. They asked me if I had enjoyed my stay.

"Yeah, it was good," I said. All except the part about me being abducted in the middle of the night, and then molested and raped all weekend. Of course I couldn't tell them that. I declined their offer of a survey postcard, and practically ran to my car. My home address was pre-set in the car's computer, and I was on my way home.

In my hurry to make my escape from Santa Cruz before anything else bad could happen to me, I had noticed that it felt like there was something in the bottom of my left boot. The nice thing about a self-driving car is that I am basically just baggage, and don't have to pay attention to the road or anything else. So as the car made its way down the highway, I unzipped my boot, and found an envelope inside it. I opened it to find a key taped to an index card. I didn't dare hope those bastards had really given me the key to my penis chastity, but I tried it, and it worked! I had gotten this thing off me.

Then I looked at the back of the index card, and someone had written in block letters, ANDREA, WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AT YOUR NEXT SWIM MEET

I spent the rest of the ride home thinking these people are still out there. They weren't satisfied with what they had done to me in Australia, and now they were here in California, and they wanted to have more fun with me. And that's what it was to those twisted, lying bastards, just fun. If they wanted to kill me, they would have done that yesterday, or even a year ago back in Australia. Instead they make up this crazy story about Afghanistan to scare me, and then make more videos of me. I finally decided I would tell Bob and Jenny about it, but not my parents. Mom and Dad would overreact and probably assign a security detail to follow me, that's if they ever let me leave the house at all.

When I got home, Bob and Jenny were waiting, and asked me if I had learned how to surf.

"Not exactly," I said. I mentioned to them that there is an old saying that when you're up to your ass in alligators, it's hard to remember that you were supposed to drain the swamp.

When they asked me what I meant, I figured I could trust them,so I told them the whole story, and I didn't leave anything out.

"Andy, what do you want to do?" Jenny asked me. "Should we call the police?"

"And tell them what? This crazy story about people kidnapping me for two days, but they don't want any ransom and then they just let me go?" I asked. "Do YOU believe this story? Because I was there, and I barely believe it myself!"

"Should we tell your parents?" Bob asked. "Maybe they'll have some idea of what to do."

"No, their only idea will be to lock me up somewhere I'll be safe until I'm thirty years old!"

"Then what do YOU want to do?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe just forget the whole thing happened. These people are out there, playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse, but if they really wanted to hurt me, they could have done a lot worse!"

So that was settled. I went back to school the next day, as usual. I showed the guys on the swim team the selfie I took at the surf shop, and that satisfied their initiation. They wanted to know if I took surfing lessons, but I told them I wasn't feeling well all weekend, and just wasn't up to it.

A couple of weeks later, we had a swim meet at our pool. Between races, I would look up at the rows of people watching from the bleachers. I looked from one face to another, and wondered if that woman or her Australian friends had come to watch me swim. But there was no way for me to tell if the people who had kidnapped and molested me all weekend were here at my school, leering at me in my swimsuit. We won the swim meet, but I couldn't help but think that those people were still out there, and sooner or later, I would see them again.

Now the holidays were coming up, and we had to explain them to Caroline. Of course she knew about Christmas, but she wasn't as familiar with Halloween and Thanksgiving. But the swim team was holding its annual costume party for Halloween, and of course both of us were invited. The party was going to be on campus, the entire swim team was invited, along with their various girlfriends and boyfriends.

I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but Caroline wanted to go, and she wanted me to go with her. She wanted to borrow my Little Mermaid costume, and she thought I looked cute as Sailor Moon. As usual, I did what she wanted. She looked really cute as Ariel, the Little Mermaid, in a pink princess dress. I looked like Sailor Moon. I wore a white sailor suit, with a big floppy red bow, blue trim, a matching skirt, and red high-heeled boots. My hair was done as usual with straight bangs, and she put the rest of it up in pigtails.

We got there around 8PM, and the party was already in full swing. I was a little concerned to see that despite the legal drinking age being 21, there was beer everywhere. Right away I could see how this might go all kinds of wrong. Aside from my teammates, there were lots of people I didn't recognize, and with me in this silly costume, I really didn't want a bunch of drunks pawing at my boobs.

There was music playing in the background, and lots of conversations going on, so Caroline and I just sat together on a couch. Then a couple of guys from our team joined us, and John, the team captain, asked us how we had met.

We just looked at each other. Our first meeting had involved me being tied up and blindfolded while Caroline eagerly awaited watching her big brother beat the snot out of me. Fortunately, our relations had improved somewhat since then.

Finally I said, "I used to swim against her brother. Back when I was on the Junior National team. We competed against each other at the world championships."

John put down his beer. "You were on our national team? No wonder you're so fast!"

"Yeah, it seems like forever ago. I mean…back then I was still a boy…I used to swim against Nigel."

"But Andrea always won every race at the worlds," Caroline said. "She's just too modest to tell you that!"

"You were world champion??" he asked. "How did I not know this?"

I just shrugged. "I told Coach Collins about it. I thought everyone knew."

"Hey guys, come here!" John called out. "Did you know Andrea was junior world champion?"

Several of my teammates gathered around, wanting to know my story, and I spent the rest of the evening regaling them with tales of the championships I had won, and some of the outrageous things I did, that got me into so much trouble, but I had to be careful not to become the old (arrogant and obnoxious) Andy. Caroline helpfully put in comments about how our rivalry looked from Nigel's point of view.

Amazingly, I made it through an entire social event without being groped, molested, or even hit on. I couldn't remember the last time that had happened. On the ride home in the car, I said to Caroline, "That was a relief! I kept thinking of all the ways the party could end in disaster!"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"A bunch of athletes getting drunk, and me with my big breasts in this sailor suit! It's a wonder none of those guys wanted a blow job from me!"

She just chuckled and said, "Oh, is that what you were looking forward to? If you're disappointed, next week I'll go and tell some of them what you want!"

"No! I didn't mean that!" I said. "That's the last thing I want, those guys finding out about me!"

"OK then, we don't have to tell any of them," she said, smirking at me. "I'll just ask Nigel to come over for you!"

"Caroline, don't do me any favors!" I practically shouted.

Of course she was teasing me. She loved to do that, just to see how exasperated I would get.

My parents came over for Thanksgiving dinner, and we invited Nigel too. Of course Thanksgiving didn't really mean anything to Caroline and Nigel, but it was a big feast that involved eating lots of turkey. A couple of weeks later, we had another swim meet out at another school. I reminded Coach Collins of what had happened to me at Central High, and he told me not to worry about it.

He brought along a couple of extra faculty members. Mrs. Johnson was a math teacher, and apparently her orders were to not let me out of her sight. Ever. This was only a problem in the locker room when I had to get undressed or dressed in my swimsuit.

"Mrs. Johnson, could I please have one minute of privacy while I get into my swimsuit?" I asked.

She grumbled and told me not to get into any trouble while she turned her back.

The swim meet went off without any major incidents, meaning lots of kids from their school whistled at me, but that was about it. I looked up at the crowd from time to time, wondering if my kidnappers were in the audience, but there was no way I could tell. We won the swim meet, which made our coach happy, at least for him, which meant he was less unhappy than usual. Our team was improving, as some of the girls may have taken my criticism to heart, working on their technique, and putting in extra laps in practice.

Then Christmas was coming up, and Caroline told me I needed a new dress.

"What's wrong with the dresses I have?" I asked. "I hardly ever wear them anyway."

"You need something for Christmas!" she said, as if that explained everything.

So that weekend she dragged me into town to go dress shopping. She picked out a shiny red satin thing, and made me try it on. I looked at myself in the big mirrors and frowned. Everything was trimmed in lace, and it looked to me like something an eight-year-old might wear.

"It's very pretty!" she said.

I frowned and said, "I think I look ridiculous."

"No, it's a beautiful dress, and it's perfect for Christmas!" she said.

I don't know anything about clothes, but she had enough enthusiasm for both of us, so I bought the dress.

So when my parents came up for Christmas, they found me in this dress, with my hair up in matching red ribbons. Dad just shrugged, but Mom thought I looked adorable. Of course I think she always wanted a daughter anyway.

The spring semester started, and a few weeks later, we had a swim meet against another school, which we won. By now these victories were becoming routine, because we were getting better and better. Most of the spectators up in the bleachers were kids, but there were some women, and I would always wonder if one of them was that masked woman from Santa Cruz. But I could never tell, so I assumed they were parents, and I was just being paranoid.

Then one day at morning practice, Coach Collins called out to me, "Andrea, you're done for the morning! Come see me in my office!"

Wondering what I had done now, I took off my cap and goggles, and tried to dry myself off as best I could. My hair was still wet, but I wrapped my big beach towel around me, and walked over to his office, next to the pool. There was a woman sitting at his desk.

"Andrea, this is Miss Watkins, the editor of Northern California Lifestyle Magazine. She wants to interview you," he said.. Then he excused himself, and went back out on the pool deck to scream at the other kids some more.

This woman was probably in her 30's. She was dressed in a white pantsuit, and had short brown hair. "You want to interview me?" I asked, as I sat down. "What did I do?"

"Andrea, you've come to my attention since you've been taking part in swim meets here," she said. "I found out that you used to swim as Andy Miles, and you could be an inspiration to other transgender children. My magazine would like to do a feature story on you."

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I started swimming again because I was bored and needed something to do. I don't think I want a lot of publicity."

"Really?" she asked. "When you were on the national team, you were famous for being a publicity hound. You were always making headlines."

That was certainly true. "Oh, uh, that was a long time ago," I said. "I'm a different person now."

"Yes, I can see that," she said, looking me up and down. "But the point is that if other transgender kids can see you competing in sports and being successful, it may give them to confidence to do so. I'd like to ask you about the challenges you've encountered and how you've overcome them."

Oh, this was one conversation I didn't want to have. "I, uh, I really don't know where to start," I said.

"It seems that after a swim meet in Australia, you basically disappeared for a year," she said.

I had disappeared all right. Those people almost made me disappear permanently. "Yes, I had to have numerous surgeries and procedures done. There was a lot of rehabilitation, and it took a whole year. Then I had to spend another year catching up on my school work, and getting back into swimming before I enrolled at this school."

"But the decision to become female?" she asked. "When did you know you wanted that?"

I really didn't want these probing questions. My NDA didn't allow me to talk about Australia, but I had rehearsed my cover story in case something like this happened. "Oh, ever since I was little, I thought I should have been a girl," I said. "So when I got tired of the grind of constantly training for those important swim meets, I decided to have the procedure done."

"And your parents have been supportive?"

"Oh yes, very much so. They bought a place outside of town here, so I could have privacy while I went through rehab," I said.

"And do you have any ambition to swim at the national or international level again?"

"No, I don't think so," I said. "That is a sensitive subject with some of the girls, and I really don't think it would be fair for me to compete against girls in high level events like that."

"Is that so?" she said. "Do you think trans-girls don't qualify as girls?"

"I don't think that, but a lot of girls do," I said. "And I really don't want to start any trouble. There are already enough people who think I'm some kind of freak."

"All right then," she said, handing me her business card. "I'll be in touch with your coach if we decide to go ahead with the story."

She got up and left, and I just sat there wondering how much trouble a magazine story would get me into. I would have to talk to my parents to see if maybe my Mom could threaten to sue the magazine to keep them from writing about me. When I got home that day, I called my parents and told them all about it. I was relieved to hear that they didn't think the magazine article was a good idea either, and they would call Marge Watkins and tell her so. I thought that was the end of it. As usual, I could not have been more wrong.

CHAPTER 8
RATS!

Spring Break was here, and so far nothing further had gone horribly wrong with my life. My hair had grown even longer, but Caroline had given me some hairpins to keep it in place, and now that the weather was getting better, I thought I would use my week off from school to learn to surf. I had actually subscribed to a surfing magazine to try to learn about it. But I didn't tell my teammates at school, just in case something did go horribly wrong – again. My parents agreed to let me take the car to Santa Cruz again, but this time I made reservations at a motel, far away from that hotel where I had been abducted, and off I went.

When I arrived in Santa Cruz, it was early evening, and already it was getting dark. The car came to a stop in the parking lot, and I got out. The lights were on in the motel office, so I headed over there.

Then a woman called out to me, "Welcome back to Santa Cruz!"

I looked up to see a woman whose face was mostly covered by a bandanna

Then a man, also wearing a bandanna over his face, came out from behind a bush, and said in an Australian accent, "Good to see you again, mate!"

They were the kidnappers from my first visit! I turned and fled in the opposite direction. I didn't know how they had found me, and I didn't care. I ran like a thief! I don't know how young or fit they were, but I'm an athlete. Yes, technically I'm a swimmer, but we're athletes too. I'm used to distance races, and they couldn't keep up with me.

I had no idea where I was going as I ran through dark streets, I was just getting away from them. I must have run for more than a mile before I finally slowed to a walk, huffing and puffing. I stopped to rest in the parking lot behind a grocery store, thinking I might use the map in my phone to figure out where I was, and find some place else I could stay.

But then a man got out of his pickup truck, and said, "So what are you doing out so late in this part of town?"

"I…I was just going back home," I said. "I must have gotten turned around somewhere."

He was a big guy, and as he shuffled toward me, he said, "A cute little thing like you shouldn't be out here by herself at night!"

I froze for an instant, and then started to back away. This guy looked like trouble! I was about to turn and run, when I backed into someone, and a big hand clamped around my mouth, and my right arm was twisted behind me.

As I struggled, the man in front of me turned and called out, "Juan, start the truck!"

Then both of those men grabbed me, and started dragging me toward the truck, and I doubt my feet even touched the ground more than once or twice as they pulled me along. They got me up onto the flat bed, and started tying my wrists behind me. A cloth got stuffed in my mouth, and I felt my ankles being bound. Then engine started up, and one of the men jumped out. I heard him slam a door shut, and then the truck pulled out.

The man next to me in the flat bed said, "Shut up and don't move, and you won't get hurt!"

I was lying face down in the flat bed, and I had no idea where we were going, but it looked like we drove out of the city into a rural area. All I could think was that they wanted to rape me. And when they took my panties off and found out what I was, they were going to kill me!

At last the truck came to a stop, and they let me sit up. It was dark, and I thought the place looked like a farm. One of the men picked me up and carried me under one arm to some kind of barracks or cabin.

There was a wooden floor with a thin mattress in one corner. They dropped me on the mattress, and the three men stood over me.

One of them said, "We work hard in the fields all day under the hot sun, but at least now we can come home at night and have some fun with you!"

I just looked up at him and shook my head.

"Let's get a better look at her," another one said.

They grabbed me, untied my ankles, reached under my skirt, pulled my panties off, and spread my legs. Then they all just stared. Then they all looked back and forth at each other.

"What the fuck are you?" one of them shouted at me.

I tried to talk, but with a mouthful of cloth, only some sounds came out.

Then one of them reached for my breasts and grabbed them, which made me scream. "Is this a boy or a girl?" he asked.

"I think it's a faggot that likes to dress up like a girl," another one said.

"Is that it, kid?" the first man asked me.

I just shook my head again. These guys didn't look like they had a lot of empathy for transgender kids.

He leaned over me, and said, "You can still suck my dick, can't you!"

I was so scared, my eyes went wide, and I tried to speak through the cloth gag again.

One of the other men said, "Let's hear what it's trying to say."

The man standing over me pulled the cloth out of my mouth.

"Please don't hurt me!" I begged. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"So are you a fag, or a sissy that wants to suck cock like a girl?"

I wasn't sure which of those choices would get me beat up worse, so I just said, "I'm transgender."

They all looked at each other, and the man repeated, "So are you a fag, or a sissy that wants to suck cock like a girl?"

"I…uh…if I give you blow jobs, will you please let me go?"

"First you give us blow jobs, and then we'll see what we want to do with you," he said.

One of the guys started untying his belt, and soon his pants and shorts were around his ankles. I was on my knees with his dick hanging in front of my face, and it was already bigger than the boys from school. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me forward. "If you bite me, I will knock your teeth down your throat!" he snarled. at me.

I swallowed and barely squeaked, "I won't!"

Then he fed his dick into my mouth, and pulled me flush against him. He smelled sweaty and grimy, and just kept banging his cock into me over and over. I hated the smell as his dick grew in my mouth, but he finally spurted over and over. I swallowed all of it, and I had barely caught my breath, when another guy took his place. All three guys were big, and all of them smelled bad, but at last they were done with me.

I looked up at them and said, "I did what you wanted. Please let me go!"

"Kid, whatever you are, you're good at sucking cock, so we're going to keep you here for a while. Look at this, a rich white kid like you on your knees sucking the cocks of farm workers," he said. "Ain't this a great country?"

Then all three of them roared with laughter, and it was clear that they weren't going to let me go anytime soon. That became even more clear, when I heard the clank of a metal chain being dragged along the floor. They put a heavy iron collar around my neck, and chained me to a wall next to the mattress.

Then they untied me and one of them said, "Make yourself comfortable and get a good night's sleep. We're gonna have some more fun with you tomorrow."

They left me there alone in the dark. Sitting there on the mattress with the taste of their cum in my mouth, I knew I had to find a way to escape. These guys were migrant workers. They were probably illegal, too. They were living and working here in the shadows, and no one even knew about them. They might even try to take me back to Mexico with them. I had to get away from them.

I examined the chain, and it was securely attached to the wall. But the lock on my collar was old and rusted. I thought maybe there was a chance to pick it. I got one of my hairpins, and poked around in the lock for a while, and amazingly it popped open! The collar slid off my neck, and I was free!

Silently, I crept to the door. It looked like some lights were still on in other barracks, but I didn't want to wait. I sprinted outside, and ran across a field of neat rows of crops. I don't know what they were growing in that field, and I didn't care. Then I heard raised voices behind me. People were shouting. I just kept running, but then men appeared in the field ahead of me. I stopped and turned around. But there were men behind me, too. I tried to run, but I was surrounded, and they grabbed me. I tried to struggle, but one of them punched me in the stomach. Hard. I gasped and doubled over. They dragged me over to their truck, and threw me in the flatbed, where one of the men started tying me up. By the time I caught my breath, my wrists and ankles were tightly bound with rope. My boots protected my ankles, but the ropes on my wrists were really tight.

"These ropes are too tight, they're really hurting me!" I said.

"Shut up, you little bastard," he said, and tied a cloth around my mouth as the truck's engine started up.

We had only driven a short distance in the dark before we came to a stop. Then one of the men threw me over his shoulder, and carried me away through a wooded area. We came to a small wooden shack, and he dragged me inside and threw me down on the floor. I groaned as I hit the floor, and then heard squeaking sounds, and rustling all around me.

"Don't mind the rats," he said. "Looks like we scared them away."

Rats?? There were rats in here with me?

Then he pulled my ankles back up to my wrists, and bound me in a tight hogtie. "Since you didn't want to live with us, you can live here now!"

My wrists ached, I was gagged, and I couldn't even move in this hogtie. I didn't know how I could ever get out of this. If he left me here tied up like this, I would be dead by morning.

And he did. I screamed into the gag, but he just left me there hogtied in that shack, lying face down on the wooden floor. The ropes were so tight that I felt my fingers were going numb. Suddenly I heard some rustling behind me. I kept perfectly quiet, and then I heard the padding of small feet on the wooden floor. The rats were back.

CHAPTER 9
OUT OF THE FRYING PAN

I screamed for all I was worth, not that it did any good. Only a muffled scream came out of my mouth, and I was off in the middle of nowhere, anyway. Now I heard the sounds of rats rustling all around me. I was going to be eaten alive by rats! I struggled against my bonds, but that only made my wrists hurt even more. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw two pinpoints of light. The eyes of a rat, looking at me. I was completely helpless, and now it was just a matter of whether the ropes would kill me by cutting off my circulation before the rats got to me. I felt my eyes fill with tears, and started crying as I waited to feel the first bite, wondering where they would start gnawing on me. I shuddered at the thought of them going after my genitals like that zebra being killed by those lions.

Then I heard the door burst open. The rats scattered as people walked into the shack.

A man called out, "this is some mess you've gotten yourself into, mate!"

Then a woman said, "Andrea, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I recognized the voices immediately. They were the kidnappers I had run away from, but being kidnapped by them again had to be better than being eaten by rats. I tried to scream into the gag, and felt my wrists being untied. Then I screamed even louder, or tried to anyway, as the feeling returned to my wrists, and they hurt something awful!

They pulled me up on my knees, and got the gag out of my mouth. I looked up to see both of them wearing bandannas that covered most of their faces.

"Are you going to behave yourself, and do as you're told, or should we just leave you here?" she asked.

I wiped the tears from my face, and said, "I'll do anything you want! Just get me out of here!"

"Then put your hands behind your back," she said.

"Please don't tie my wrists," I begged. "They really hurt."

"It's not your wrists I'm going to tie," she said.

So I didn't try to resist, and felt my elbows being pulled together. My wrists were free, but having my elbows tied together made me just as helpless.

"Now come with us, before you get into any more trouble," she said.

The man picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me out of the shack a short distance to a van. He set me down on the floor of the van, where the woman placed a blindfold over my eyes. Everything went dark, and I heard her sit next to me.

"Andrea, do I need to gag you, or are you going to be a good little girl?"

I just sighed and said, "I'll do whatever you want."

Then the engine started up, and I felt the van moving. I was being abducted again, but wherever they were taking me had to be better than being left in that shack with the rats. Any port in a storm, right?

"You ran off into a bad part of town at night," she said. "It's a wonder you're still alive."

"I didn't know where I was going. I was just running away from you. The last time I saw you," I said, "you said you were going to ship me off to Afghanistan."

"And did we?" she asked.

"No," I said. "So were you just lying to me, trying to scare me?"

"Actually I was telling you the truth. My friends over in Afghanistan had a favor to repay. But you caught a lucky break," she said. "Our new president gave the order to pull our troops out of Afghanistan. So my buddies over there decided they didn't have to repay those villagers. When I called them to set up your flight, they said they didn't need you any more."

"So then what, you just put me back in my hotel room?"

"Well, it would have been a waste to kill you," she said. "But we've been keeping an eye on you, just in case you might be useful. And imagine our surprise when you came back to Santa Cruz! It was so nice of you to pay us another visit!"

"I came here to learn how to surf," I said.

"And how's that working out for you?" she asked.

"Not so good," I mumbled.

She burst out laughing, which startled me. "Andrea, just between me and you, I don't think you're going to get a lot of surfing in on this visit, either!"

"By now I kinda figured that," I said.

We drove for quite a while before we finally came to a stop. The man carried me out of the van, set me down on a wooden floor, and then the two of them undressed me. They put leather cuffs (that were a lot more comfortable than ropes) on my wrists and ankles, and took my blindfold off.

I blinked and looked around. It was the same barn I been held captive in for a long weekend, and I was chained to the post.

"So what are you going to do with me?" I asked.

"That's up to you," she said. "Keep quiet and go to sleep, and we will deal with you tomorrow."

They turned the lights off and left, and I crawled under a blanket to spend another night as a prisoner in this barn, but at least they weren't going to kill me.

The following morning, six men paid me a visit. All of them wore masks, all of them had Australian accents, and all of them wanted blow jobs. When all of them were done using me, and making fun of me, they left me alone. Soon the masked woman walked in, uncuffed my wrists and then cuffed them together in front of me.

"Good morning, Andrea," she said. "Would you like something to eat?"

I wasn't looking forward to more Vegemite, but I was really so hungry I just mumbled, "Yes, Ma'am."

She held out a square cardboard box in front of me.

"What is that?" I asked.

"A cheeseburger," she said.

"A cheeseburger??" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, a hamburger with a slice of cheese on it," she said. "You really aren't very bright, are you? Don't they teach you anything in school?"

"Oh, it's just that I expected…did you run out of Vegemite?"

"No, but if you'd rather have Vegemite, I can get you some!" she said.

"No, no! This is good!" I said, taking the box from her. My bound hands fumbled with the box, but got it open, and there really was a cheeseburger inside it. "Thank you for the burger!"

"You do what we tell you, and we might give you better food," she said.

I was already munching away on it, but I just looked up at her and nodded in agreement.

That evening, she told me her friends were on their way over to see me. "When they get here, you're going to give all them blow jobs," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. That was no surprise to me at all.

"And when they get here, you're going to crawl on your hands and knees and beg them to let you suck their cocks," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"You're going to tell them you're a slut, and you love to suck cocks. That you're just a stupid little cunt, and you want them to use you. That you're a sissy who can't get enough cock! Understand?" she asked me.

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled. "Whatever you want me to say."

"Andrea, this is all going to be on video, so you better make it look good. If it doesn't look like you're a slut who wants to suck cock, we'll see how you look as a fag who wants to be butt-fucked all night!"

A shiver went down my spine, and I stammered, "I…I…I'll do it."

When all of the men came into the barn, she untied me and left me on the floor in just my bra and panties. I was surrounded by masked men, so I walked up to one of them, and asked, "Sir, could I give you a blow job?"

"What's that, sissy?" he asked, cupping his hand around his ear. "Did you want to suck my cock? Speak up, I can't hear you!"

I looked up at him, and spoke up, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

"Oh, now I get it," he said. "Why do you want to suck my cock, anyway?"

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I could feel myself turning red, and said, "Sir, I'm a sissy. I love to suck cocks."

"So you don't just want to suck my cock?" he asked. "You mean you're a faggot, and you want to suck ALL of our cocks?"

This was going to take forever, and I was being recorded on video, so there was no telling who would see me being humiliated like this. I said, "Yes, sir. I'm a faggot and I want to suck everyone's cock. If it's not too much trouble, could I please suck your cock now, or do you want me to start with someone else?"

Then all of the guys burst into laughter, so I must have abased myself enough to satisfy them. The man unzipped his pants, and his dick sprang out at me. I was done with him quickly, and swallowed all of it. I still had the salty taste in my mouth when I crawled over to the next man.

I looked up at him and asked, "Sir, could I please suck your cock now?"

He crouched down, and lifted my chin. "You're a pretty little faggot, aren't you?" he asked.

"Thank you, sir," I said. "Could I please suck you now?"

"You fags are good at sucking cock, aren't you?"

"Yes sir," I said. "We fags love to suck each others cocks. That's why we're so good at it."

He started laughing at me, and untied his belt. I wrapped my hands around his butt, and started working on him, and it didn't take me long to get him off.

I swallowed all of it, crawled over to the next one, and asked, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

"Weren't you a champion swimmer that thought he was better than everyone else?"

I leaned back and looked up him, but all I could see was his mask. "Yes, sir," was all I said.

"And now here you are on your knees like a whore, begging men to suck their cocks! So tell me," he asked. "How does that feel?"

Oh God, now what was I supposed to say? I just stammered, "I…uh…I'm…uh-"

"It's what you deserve, isn't it?" he asked helpfully.

"Yes sir, it's exactly what I deserve," I said. "I was a very bad little boy."

"And now you're a bad little girl," he said. "You're a slut who loves to suck cock, aren't you?"

"Yes sir, I'm a bad girl, but I can't help it, because I'm a slut and I love to suck cocks."

Now the whole room started laughing again, and I must have turned bright red. He let me suck his cock, and I crawled away to the next man.

I looked up at him and asked, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

"Andrea, why don't you wear any jewelry?" he asked.

I just stared with my mouth open, and wondered why anyone wouldn't let me just get this over with. But that was what this show was all about, humiliating me in front of a camera. "I don't know, sir," I said. "I never really thought about it, but could I suck your cock now?"

"Andrea, I understand how badly you want to suck my cock, but I really thing you'd look prettier if you at least wore some earrings."

"Sir, I promise I'll buy some earrings the first chance I get," I said, wondering if they would ever let me out of here alive. "But I really, really want to suck your cock now!"

At last he gave in, and let me suck his cock. I wandered over to another man, wondering what he would want from me.

"Sir, may I please suck your cock?" I asked.

Without a word, he pulled down his pants and shorts, grabbed a handful of my hair to pull me close, and fed his cock into my mouth. Then he slammed himself into me over and over until he came in my mouth.

"Did you like that, Andrea?" he asked me.

"Yes, sir," I gasped. "Thank you very much."

"You're a cunt, that's why you like it rough, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I'm a cunt," I agreed. "That's why I like it so rough."

"Of course, that's why you like being tied up when you get fucked, isn't it?"

"Yes sir, that's why I love being helpless," I said. "So men can do whatever they want to me."

I crawled over to the last man, and before I could even say anything, he asked me, "Andrea, why do you still have a dick?"

My eyes went wide. I had no idea of what I was supposed to say. Finally I just said, "Sir?"

"I mean you can't be a girl if you still have a dick," he said. "Doesn't that pathetic little thing in your panties remind you that you're not a girl, you're just a sissy with a big pair of tits?"

"Sir, I like my breasts," I said, cupping my hands under my bra. "In fact, everyone likes my breasts."

"So then why do you have a dick? Why don't you have it cut off?"

I shuddered for a moment, but then I said, "Sir, I like having a dick, too. It makes me a special girl."

"What it really makes you is a fag who likes to suck cocks, right?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I love to suck cocks," I said, and then hoping to shut him up, I added, "May I please suck your cock now?"

I thought I heard him grumble, but then he unzipped his pants. Even he could only turn down a blow job for so long. I was finally done with all of them, and the woman used the leather cuffs to bind my wrists in front of me, and then my ankles.

The men chatted among themselves and seemed to drift away, but the woman sat next to me. "That was very good, Andrea," she said. "You sounded like a sweet little sissy who really enjoyed being humiliated."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said.

"And you sucked cock like a whore, so I think this will make an outstanding video. I want you to do that for me every night," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. If I could do this once, I could do it again. There were worse things they could do to me.

She got up and walked across the barn, and then returned with a pizza box and a can of soda. The box had three slices of pizza left. "Enjoy your dinner, Andrea," she said.

I stared at the pizza, my eyes wide. Real food again?? "Thank you, Ma'am, I really appreciate this," I said.

The pizza was delicious. First a cheeseburger, and now pizza. I went to sleep that night in my leather cuffs thinking as bad as things were, they could be a lot worse. Sure, I had to completely humiliate myself while giving a half-dozen blow jobs, but at least they didn't make me eat Vegemite.

CHAPTER 10
THIS IS WHO YOU ARE

The abuse went on all week long. Sometimes I had to wear clothes or humiliating costumes for their videos. I always had to apologize for what an awful brat I had been as a swimming champion, and tell them how now I was a happy little sissy, and I loved looking like a girl, and doing my hair and nails. But most of all, I was a faggot who loved sucking cock more than anything else in the world. It was like making hostage videos, except that I had to act and pretend this was real.

But I did it, and they fed me real food all week long. No more of that awful Vegemite. But after about a week of this, the woman stretched me out on the floor of the barn face-up in just my bra and panties, tied spread-eagled with leather ankle and wrist cuffs. I was blindfolded and couldn't move, but at least the cuffs didn't hurt.

"Andrea, now we're going to have a serious conversation," she said.

This was different. Usually they talked, and I listened, and did as I was told. "What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Your hair is a lot longer than the last time you were here. It's lovely," she said, stroking my hair. "Your bangs are longer, too. It looks like they might get in your eyes."

"That doesn't really matter when I'm blindfolded, does it?"

"And were you blindfolded much at home?"

"Not usually, no," I said.

"Your nails are very pretty, too. You take good care of them, don't you?"

"I'm just trying to fit in at school," I said.

"So you like being pretty then?"

I just let out a sigh. "This is what I look like now."

"You didn't have to look like this," she said. "You pay a lot of attention to your nails and hair. You really want to look pretty, don't you?"

"The Australians did this to me. I…I look like a girl now."

"You could have had the implants removed. You could have cut your hair, and gone back to living your life as a boy, couldn't you?"

"I guess so. If I wanted to have all of those surgeries. If I wanted to look like a puny little boy for the rest of my life."

"And you don't enjoy the attention you get with those big breasts of yours?"

"I don't want that kind of attention."

"Really? But you're swimming again, going to swim meets, walking around in front of crowds in your swimsuit-"

"I'm a swimmer. It's what I'm good at," I said.

"You know what I think? I think you really like being a pretty girl. But it's more than that. When you were competing for world championships, you acted like you were an alpha male, but the truth is you'd much rather be submissive to others."

"OK, I acted like a jerk when I was world champion. I said all that in your videos, is that what this is all about?"

"No, it's about who you are now. When I see you here on your knees, being pushed around, sucking cocks," she said. "It doesn't really bother you, does it?"

"What do you expect me to do? I can't fight you," I said.

"That's just it," she said. "I don't think sweet little Andrea wants to fight back."

"Really? Is that it? So now you think insulting me is going to hurt my feelings?"

"Not at all,sweetie. I've figured it out. You like being helpless. You like being tied up," she said.

"I don't know what you want from me. I…I'm just doing whatever you tell me to."

She startled me by caressing my cheek, and whispered, "Andrea, you aren't in front of a camera now. So why can't you admit that you're just a little sissy at heart, and you love what we're doing to you!"

"No, you kidnapped me-"

"Andrea, you can lie to me all you want, but don't lie to yourself. You love the humiliation! You're a slut, and this turns you on!"

I gasped, as some of this was hitting close to home. "No! I mean..I don't want…"

"Then how do you explain this?" she asked. She pulled down my panties, and I felt my dick spring up. "Tell me why that little thing of yours is sticking straight up at your stomach!"

"I…uh…I-" I started.

Sweetie, your dick doesn't lie," she said. Then she started stroking my penis!

I felt my breathing become ragged, and she gave me a hand job, ending with me spurting.

"It looks like you've made a bit of a mess," she said.

Then I felt her fingernail scraping along my stomach.

"Open your mouth," she said. "Time to clean up your mess."

I didn't try to resist, and her finger pushed past my lips, and I felt the salty goo on my tongue.

"What's the matter, Andrea?" she asked. "Didn't you ever taste your own cum?"

I shook my head, and felt her fingernail scraping up my lower chest.

"We still need to clean up some more," she said.

Then she gave me another taste of my cum.

"You see?" she said. "This is who you are. You're a sissy. You love being humiliated, don't you?"

"I…I don't-" I started, before her hand squeezed my mouth shut.

"Andrea, what did I tell you about trying to lie to yourself?" she said. "You know it turns you on. Now tell me you like being humiliated!"

She relaxed her grip, and I said, "OK. You're right. I like being humiliated, but I don't like getting beat up and raped, and people threatening to kill me."

"Fair enough," she said. Now go to sleep."

She got up, draped the blanket over me, walked away and turned the lights out.

I just lay there stretched out in my cuffs, thinking about what she just did to me, and wondering what she would have in store for me next.

The next morning I had to give all of the guys blow jobs, but without any of the theatrics, and then she made me get dressed in my blouse, skirt and boots. Then she bound me with wrist and ankle cuffs, and blindfolded me.

One of the guys picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me outside. I heard the van door slide open, and I knew I was sitting in the back of the van again. As I sat there in darkness, I heard the woman's voice.

"We're taking you for a ride today," she said.

"A ride?" I asked, starting to get alarmed. "Where are we going?"

"Be quiet now," she said, and I felt a cloth gag being tied between my lips.

The engine started up, and we were off to somewhere. We drove for a long time, and she never spoke again. The longer we drove, the more nervous I got.

Finally the van came to a stop, and I felt my ankles being untied. Then she took the gag out of my mouth.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Santa Cruz," she said.

She took the blindfold off, and the van door slid open. I squinted against the light outside, and saw we were in a parking lot. And across the lot, there was a familiar blue car. My car.

"Ready to go home?" she asked.

"You're just letting me go?" I asked in disbelief.

"I told you that how long we kept you was up to you," she said. "Now that you understand what you are, you're free to go. But you are going to start wearing earrings, aren't you?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, still hardly believing this was happening. Then I felt the wrist cuffs fall away, and my hands were free.

A bandanna covered most of her face, so all I could see were her eyes. I was just hoping this wasn't another trick.

"So I can walk away now, just like that?" I asked.

"Unless you'd rather come back to the barn with us," she said. "And you can go on giving the guys blow jobs every day! So you might want to hurry before I change my mind!"

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, climbing out of the van. I didn't look back. I just ran to my car as fast as I could. By the time I got in and locked the door, the van had already driven off.

It was a long drive home, and my head was spinning. I thought of all the abuse and humiliation they had put me through, and then they had just let me go. One thing I was sure of was that I was never going back to Santa Cruz.

When I got home, Bob asked me how the surfing lessons went, and I told him not so good. Then I told Bob and Jenny the whole story, about everything that woman and her friends had done to me.

"And then they just let you leave?" he asked in disbelief.

"Bob, I swear all of this happened," I said. "I didn't make any of it up!"

"I believe you," he said. "But shouldn't we call the police?"

"And tell them what? I don't know who they are, or where that barn is," I said. "And I don't think they'll believe this story either."

"And you don't want to tell your parents either?" Jenny asked.

"No, they'll just freak out or make me come live in LA with them," I said.

"All right, then you are NOT going to Santa Cruz again!" Bob said.

"Yeah, I kinda decided that already," I said. "There must be places closer to home where I can learn to surf."

CHAPTER 11
PLEASURE BOAT

The next weekend I asked Caroline to go into town with me. We saw a movie together, and she helped me pick out a couple of pairs of earrings. Cheap ones, that would clip onto my ears. I didn't want to wear them to school, but for some unknown reason that psychopathic woman wanted me to wear earrings, so I got them.

We had one more swim meet, and the outcome was never in doubt: we destroyed the other school. The girls on our team had improved all year long, perhaps because of my tirade, or maybe because they finally started listening to Coach Collins. The boys were swimming faster times too, and I do think that was because they were embarrassed at losing to me in practice.

Then the school year was over. I had made it through my freshman year with only two assaults, and one of those was actually away at Central High. I had become reasonably popular at school, at least with my teammates. But then all of the other kids went back to their homes all over the country, Caroline and Nigel went back to Australia, and once again I was alone at home with just Bob and Jenny.

I was looking through the local news and saw that a nearby beach town was having a boat show. I also searched through the town's listings and found there was a Skate and Surf shop there too.

So I told Bob and Jenny I was thinking of going there for the weekend. It might be fun to have a boat in the summer time, so I would look at the boats, and then visit that shop to see if I could learn to surf.

Bob and Jenny already had plans for that weekend, so I would have to go by myself. They were glad I had found some place other than Santa Cruz to try surfing, but they told me to talk to my parents about boating.

I called my parents and my Dad said it was OK to look at boats, but under no circumstances to buy one. A boat, he said, is a hole in the water that you pour money into. I asked him if a small boat would be cheaper, and Dad said something to the effect of, "Flying, floating, or fucking…it's cheaper to rent!"

So I took my robo-car down to the coast for the boat show, and I turned my phone off so I wouldn't get any phonecalls. I wore a sailor blouse with blue trim, a white skirt, and white boots. The car parked itself at a marina, where I saw boats moored all along the pier. There was music blaring, and lots of people walking around, so I wandered around for a while, collecting leaflets about various boats that were for sale. Most of the boats I was looking at were about 25-30 feet [7.5-9m] long, and not really that expensive, at least not for me.

Then a teenage girl came up to me, and asked me, "Are you interested in boating?"

She wore a pink summer dress, and was tall, blonde and pretty, maybe a couple of years older than me. "Oh yeah, but I'm just looking for now, though," I said.

"I'm Brittany," she said, pointing toward a line of boats. "Maybe I can show you something."

"Sure, I'm Andrea," I said.

"I love your sailor suit," she said. "And those boots are super cute, too!"

"Thanks, I really like them."

She led me over to a large yacht that had been roped off, and a security guard stood across from us. "What do you think of this one?" she asked.

I looked up, and it was huge. We would have to walk up a gangplank just to get aboard. "Wow, this one is really something!" I said. "But it doesn't look like it's open to the public."

"I can show you around," she said She took my hand, and let me up to the guard, and said, "She's with me."

The guard unhooked the rope, and let us through. We walked up, and onto the yacht. It was big on the inside too, as I looked around at a dining room and a bar with my mouth open. I couldn't believe all of this could be on a boat. Then again, this wasn't just a boat, it was a yacht.

"Let me show you the living quarters down below," she said. "You'll think you're in hotel suite!"

So I followed her down a flight of stairs, and into what I thought would be a stateroom, but it turned out to be a large bedroom. There was a big canopy bed, and the furnishings looked like they came from some European castle.

"Wow! This place is amazing!" I said, but I was starting to think that a boat this big would be way too expensive, even for me. "But how much does a yacht like this cost?"

"Oh, you know what they say about yachts," she said. "If you have to ask the price, you can't afford it!"

I just shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. But this yacht sure is beautiful!"

"Yes, it is," she said, and then turned to me with a smile, and stroked my hair. "But then so are you. Your hair feels so silky."

"Um…Brittany-" I started.

But she pulled me close, and I went face-first into her breasts as she hugged me.

"I, uh, I'm seeing someone," I said, trying to pull away.

"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" she asked. "Is he cute?"

"Well no," I said, looking up at her. "Actually, it's a girlfriend."

"So you like girls?' she said, her eyes lighting up. "That makes things even better!"

Oh no! She was a lesbian, and now she thought I was one, too! "That…that's not what I meant," I said. I looked for a way out of there, but she had maneuvered me around so that she was between me and the only door.

"Andrea, as cute as you look in that little sailor outfit, I think you'll look even cuter once you take it off!" she said. "Those breasts of yours must be amazing!"

"Brittany, I really have to go now!" I said, my panic rising. "I think there's been a misunderstanding here."

"Not at all, Andrea," she said. " I think you're a pretty little thing, and now we're going to have some fun together!"

I could see talking to this girl wasn't going to do any good, so I just tried to dodge and run past her. But she just shoved me and spun me around to get behind me, and locked her arms around my neck.

"What are you doing-" I started.

But she pressed down on my shoulders, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor. "Now look, little cutie," she said. "You're going to do what I say!"

Then she shoved me forward, and I was face down on the carpet, she was kneeling astride me, and my arm was twisted behind my back.

"Ow! Let me go!" I said.

"Andrea, keep quiet, or I will give your arm another twist, and you won't like that!' she said. "Besides, with all that music outside, no one will hear you anyway!"

Somehow, I had to get out of here, but how? She was bigger than me, and had me pinned to the floor. "Brittany, please let me go!" I begged. "I don't want any trouble!"

"Little one, I'd say you're already in trouble, wouldn't you?" she said, and started laughing at me. "One way or another, I'm going to have some fun with you, so you better do as you're told!"

I just lay there and groaned, and then I felt a cord being tied around my wrist. "What…what are you doing now?" I asked.

"Oh sweetie, you've never been tied up before?" she asked. "Now put your other hand behind your back!"

I reluctantly did so, and then felt my wrists being bound together. Now I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was completely helpless, and if she took my clothes off, there was no telling what she might do to me. "Please don't do this to me!" I begged.

"Andrea, your begging is really starting to annoy me," she said. "Now open your mouth wide!"

Suddenly a red ball was pressed against my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, and the ball gag forced its way past my teeth, and she buckled it around my neck under my hair.

She got off me and stood me up to face her. But now I was tied up, gagged, and completely helpless.

She took a handful of my hair, and said, "Andrea, your hair has so much body. It really is lovely. Where do you have it done?"

I just stood there groaning into the gag, and trying not to cry.

"Oh, you can't talk much with that ball in your mouth, now can you?" she asked. "It looks like we better put you to bed."

She led me over to the bed, and shoved me onto it, face up. All I could do was chew on the ball gag, as I looked up at her. Then she jumped on the bed between my legs.

"Now let's see how wet you are," she said. "Let's see if this is turning you on!"

I tried to press my legs together, but it was hopeless. she pulled up my skirt, and then pulled down my panties. I craned my neck forward to try and see any expression on her face, but she was still holding up my skirt, and looking between my legs. At my equipment.

Finally, she dropped my skirt, and stared me in the eye. "Andrea, is there something you'd like to tell me?" she asked.

I just shook my head, and lay back on the bed.

"My, my, my, aren't you a special little girl?" she asked. Then she climbed up alongside me and squeezed both of my breasts.

Her fingers digging into my boobs made me squirm, and I squealed into the gag.

Then she wrapped a collar around my neck, and tied a leash to the bed frame. "Don't move!" she said, pointing a finger at me. "Don't even think of moving! I'll be right back!"

She left the room, and I just lay there on the bed, my arms trapped underneath me. I was starting to wonder if maybe the universe didn't want me to learn how to surf. But she wasn't gone for long, and when she returned, she flipped me over on my stomach, and shoved a couple of pillows under me. Now my face was pressed against the bedspread with my butt up in the air.

Then she slid a blindfold over my eyes, everything went dark, and I strained against the ropes and screamed into the gag.

She just slapped me on the butt and said, "What's the matter, Andrea? Are you scared? Are you a scared little sissy boy?"

I just groaned into the gag and tried to roll away from her, but then I felt another pair of hands on my butt. Someone else was here, and the next thing I knew, a finger smeared something up my butt! I screamed and squirmed, but they held me fast. The finger pulled out of my ass, but then something larger pushed in. I groaned again; I was getting fucked right here on this yacht!

This was a man climbing on top of me, and ramming himself into me over and over. Then finally he was done with me, and pulled out. I just lay there, face down and sprawled over some pillows with my butt up in the air. Then I heard Brittany's voice again. "How did you like that, sweetie?" she asked me. "Ready for some more?"

I just shook my head and whimpered into the gag.

"Aw, that's too bad," she said, smoothing out my hair. "Because now we have another guy here, and he wants sloppy seconds!"

I groaned again. There was no way out of this.

"What's the matter, Andrea? You weren't interested in me, and now I know why. It's because you're a fag dressed up as a girl," she said. "So I brought some guys over for you to play with. Or at least they'll play with you!"

And now another guy was mounting me, and he was shoving his dick into me. I was just a piece of meat, and he was ramming his cock into me over and over. At last he was done with me, and climbed off me.

Then Brittany was near me again. "Are we having fun yet, sweetie?" she asked me. "Are you having a good time, or are you thinking maybe boating isn't for you after all?"

But then another guy put his hands on me, spreading my butt cheeks. I waited for the inevitable, and then he started fucking me too. In all,five guys butt-fucked me there on that canopy bed, and I lay there face down with my aching butt up in the air.

"So tell me, Andrea," Brittany said. "Are you going to be a good little sissy, and do what I tell you?"

I just whimpered and nodded my head. I would do anything this mean girl wanted me to.

And then I just waited, and after a long while, I heard someone else enter the room.

"Andrea, nice to see you again," a woman's voice said.

My ears perked up. This wasn't just any woman. It sounded like the woman who tormented me in Santa Cruz!

"So what's his story?" Brittany asked. "Doe sissy boy want to be a girl?"

"He's working on it," the woman said. "That video you made of him getting raped came out very well. It looks like his ass got a real workout. But he likes sucking cocks better."

A video? She must have made a video of what those men just did to me.

"Is that right, Andrea?" Brittany asked me. "Do you want to suck their cocks?"

My butt hurt so much that I didn't have a choice, so I just nodded my head.

"Told you so," the woman said, and I was sure it was her. "When he isn't sucking cocks, he's actually on his school's swim team now. But he's on the girls team, and he swims against girls."

"Oh, so he's a good swimmer," Brittany said. "Let's tie a weight around his neck, and throw him overboard. Then we'll see how good he can swim!"

I screamed into the gag and shook my head, but the woman said, "Brittany, leave us alone, I'll take it from here."

"All right, but if you want any help with the little cutie, just let me know," Brittany said. "I can think of plenty of ways we can have fun with him!"

"I'm sure you can," she said.

Then I felt the ball gag being pulled out of my mouth.

As I tried to work the stiffness out of my mouth, she said, "I like your hair, Andrea. It's even longer than the last time I saw you. And you really do look cute in that sailor suit."

At last I got my mouth to work and I said, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Andrea, my Australian friends love those videos of you we made in the barn," she said.

"Those videos? Videos of me being abused??" I asked. "Don't they already have enough videos of me?"

"Oh no, not by a long shot. There's nothing they like more than seeing you being humiliated," she said. "You were an obnoxious little jerk, and they want to make sure you never get too full of yourself again!"

"I can't believe this!" I cried. "How did you even find me here? I thought you lived in Santa Cruz."

"No, we just went there to pick you up. We are ALWAYS keeping an eye on you," she said. "Wherever you go, we will find you!"

This didn't make any sense to me. There were people in Australia still holding a grudge against me; it didn't matter that they had already ruined my life. I wasn't safe from them even here in California. But then I felt her untying my wrists. But as soon as my hands were free, she slipped snug leather cuffs on my wrists, and locked them together in front of me.

"What are you doing now?" I asked. Then she took the blindfold off me, and I saw her standing over me, wearing a full face mask as usual.

"I brought you something to eat," she said, holding out a plate with a burger on it. "I told the chef you like cheeseburgers. But if you don't behave yourself, we have Vegemite too."

"Thank you," I said, taking the plate from her.

The burger was really good, and as I started eating, she untied the ropes from my ankles, and replaced them with leather cuffs too. They were more comfortable than ropes, but now I had to wonder how long she was going to keep me here. Or if they would ever let me go.

I quickly finished the burger, and just then the bed seemed to shift under me as the yacht lurched. "What's going on?" I asked.

"It feels like we're under way," she said. "We're leaving port."

"We're leaving??" I asked, my mouth open. "Where are we going?"

"You're going on a pleasure cruise. At least you're going to provide us with pleasure," she said, chaining my wrists to one of the bedposts. "Now just stay here and keep quiet, and it won't turn into a bruise cruise for you!"

She left the room, and here I was, all tied up on this huge bed, and heading out to sea. All I could do was wonder where we were going, and what they had in mind for me.

At least a couple of hours must have gone by, so I guess that we were out on the open ocean now. Then the masked woman returned, and stood over me.

"So tell me, Andrea," she said. "Are you enjoying being tied up?"

"No, Ma'am," I said.

"Why not?" she asked. "I thought being helpless was a turn on for you."

"Well, my butt hurts from being raped by all those guys, I'm being kidnapped on a boat, and that girl Brittany wants to kill me! None of those things turn me on!"

"Oh, poor little you," she said. "Poor little rich girl. If you do as you're told, you won't get hurt any more."

I was getting weary of whatever game she was playing with me. "Ma'am, where are you taking me? What do you want from me?"

"I told you, we want to make more videos of you being put in your place. Specifically, you being humiliated. And when you stop feeling sorry for yourself, you might enjoy it."

"I don't enjoy being raped," I said.

"Then when I bring the guys back here, ask them to let you suck their cocks this time. If you ask them the right way, they might agree."

I sighed, and asked, "OK, what is the right way?"

"Oh, just explain to them that you're a stupid little sissy, and the only thing you're good for is sucking cocks. You know, that you're a total slut, and you never say 'no' to cock," she said.

"That's how you want me to ask them?" I asked, trying not to sound exasperated.

"It's not so much asking as begging, I think," she said. "Try to convince them you're a whore who could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!"

I winced, and felt like I was going to cry.

"Aw, don't look so sad, sweetie," she said. "I'll even tell the guys to wash their dicks first, so you won't have to eat any of your shit left on them from the fucking they gave you."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I mumbled. How considerate of her.

Then she unhooked my wrists, and bound them behind me, and shoved a penis gag in my mouth. "This will remind you of what you really want," she said.

Then she left me lying there on the bed with a penis gag stuck in my mouth, and all I'm thinking is that the best I could hope for right now was to give a bunch of guys blow jobs.

It wasn't long before she returned, and said, "I talked to the guys, and they said they'd love to come here and keep you company," she said. "But that's not much of a surprise, is it. I mean, who can resist a pretty little sissy, all tied up and gagged?"

Then she wrapped a collar around my neck, and as she hooked a leash onto it, the masked men came in.

"What's she got in her mouth?" one of the men asked.

The woman unlocked the strap, took the penis gag out of my mouth, and let it dangle around my neck. "She's been practicing for you! She wants to do a good job sucking your cocks! You see, although sweet little Andrea here may be a dominant swimmer in the pool, she's just a submissive little sissy outside the pool!" she said, and then grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. "Isn't that right, sweetie?"

I winced from the pain, and cried, "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Don't tell me, tell them!" she said, pointing at the men.

Then as a man stood over me, I looked up at him and said, "Sir, I'm a sissy and I really want to suck your cock!"

"Is that so, Andrea?" he asked. "Why? Are you sure you don't want it in your ass again?"

"No sir, I've been sucking on this fake cock all this time, just wishing it was a real one! I'm a slut and I want to suck ALL of your cocks! Please let me suck your cock now!"

He started unzipping his pants, and I could already see a bulge. "You really want this bad, don't you, Andrea?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I can hardly wait to suck your cock! I can't help it, I'm just a whore and I love to suck cock!," I said, and tried to lean forward with my mouth open. "Please don't make me wait any more, I can almost taste it!"

He grabbed the leash, jerked my head forward, and his dick was in my mouth. I was helpless, and he rammed his dick into my mouth over and over until he spurted inside me. I swallowed all the salty goo I could, and then he pulled out of me.

"My dick is kind of sticky, and I don't want to put it back in my pants like this," he said. "Why don't you be a good little sissy and lick it clean for me?"

I looked at his shiny, sticky cock, and said, "Yes sir, thank you for letting me lick it clean. I'd like that very much-"

Another yank on the leash, and his dick was in my mouth again, and I licked it clean, and then thanked him again.

All of the other guys wanted the same thing, and I gave all of them the same service. When all of them were done with me, I lay face down on the bed. Then the woman turned me over and looked down at me.

"That was very good, Andrea," she said. " I think this will be one of the best videos yet."

I just lay there on my back, bound hand and foot with my arms trapped beneath me and said, "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm glad I could help."

"See, you're good at being submissive," she said. Then she turned my head from one side to another, and asked, "Andrea, didn't we tell you to start wearing earrings?"

"I did," I said. "I have a couple of pair of earrings, but I don't always wear them. I didn't know I was going to be kidnapped today, OK?"

"Your ears aren't pierced," she stated in an accusing tone.

"I just got the ones that clip on my ears," I said.

I heard her huff and then she said, "Clip-ons? Your ears need to be pierced to wear real earrings. Would you like me to do the piercing for you? Because it's not just your ears I'll pierce!"

Then she cupped her hands around my breasts, and squeezed hard enough to make me squeal.

"I'll pierce your nipples, too!" she said. Won't you look cute with permanent gold rings through them? Your swimsuit won't hide them either, so you'll get plenty of attention from the boys on your swim team!"

I gasped, and said, "Please don't do that to me!"

"And then I'll have your dick pierced, and put a ring through that, too! Wait till the other kids see that! Maybe they'll hook a leash onto it, and lead you around by your dick!"

"Please no!" I begged. "If you let me go, I promise the first thing I'll do is get my ears pierced!"

"You know, your hair could really use a trim too," she said. "We have a hairstylist on this ship. I could have her come in here and work on you."

That was the last thing I would want. Who knows what they would do to my hair. They might think it would be fun to make me look ridiculous. "I go to a salon at home," I said. "They're used to working on me."

"Oh, but won't it be fun to have your hair done while you're completely helpless, and don't know what will happen to you? You don't get that at your salon, do you?"

"No, and I don't really want that-" I started.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like it? Have your ever asked your hairstylist to tie you up?" she asked. "Then she could explain to the other customers that you're a sissy who likes being tied up while she makes you look like a girl!"

I cringed at the prospect of being tied up at the salon while other women hovered over me as I had my hair done.

"Maybe I should make that a condition of your release. If I let you go, first you get your ears pierced, and then you'll go and have your hair done, but bring some rope along and tell the hairstylist to tie you up nice and tight!" she said.

"You really want me to do this?" I asked. "If I say I'll do that, then you'll let me go?"

"I think the real question is, do YOU really want to do that? Do you want to be tied up at your salon while the other customers point at you, and tell you that you're too small and pretty to be a boy anyway?" she asked. "Would that turn you on?"

It wasn't turning me on at all. "It…it's not something I ever thought about," I said, frowning.

"Do you want to go home or not?" she asked.

I just looked down in my lap and mumbled, "Yes."

"Then it's up to you," she said. "Does cute little Andrea want to go home badly enough to be made fun of while getting a haircut?"

"But even if I say I'll do this, how do you know I will?"

"Andrea, we are always watching you. We follow you wherever you go. If you don't follow through on this, we'll know," she said. "And then you can expect some piercings."

I thought about it. Somehow she always knew where to find me, first in Santa Cruz, then when I was in that shack with the rats, and now here. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she could always find me.

"All right," I said. "I'll get my ears pierced, and then I'll go to the salon and get my hairstylist to tie me up."

"You sound like you aren't looking forward to it," she said.

"I'm not," I said.

She chuckled and said, "Are you sure? You like being humiliated, don't you?"

"No," I said. "Well, yes. I mean sometimes, like in private at home but not out with people around."

"Really? Because I heard a story about you back when you were swimming as a boy," she said.

"I did a lot stuff back then," I said. "What do you mean?"

"You made a bet with one of the girls on the Australian team," she said. "Whichever team lost the swim meet, you or her would have to wear the other's ones swimsuit in their next race."

"Oh, that," I said. "I remember now, but as soon as the team officials heard about it, they put a stop to it, so it didn't really happen."

"But the idea was that if the Australians won, you would have to have to wear a girl's swimsuit in a race."

"But we weren't going to lose," I said. "And when we won, she would have to wear one of my little Speedos in a race."

"So she would be completely humiliated by having to swim a race topless, right?"

"Yeah, while even if by some miracle they won, I would have only have to wear a girl's swimsuit, which wouldn't be nearly as bad," I said.

"Actually, it wouldn't be bad at all for you, now would it?" she asked. "You'd get to dress up as a girl in front of everyone and you would have the excuse that you lost a bet, and you couldn't help it! Very clever, Andrea! That was a win-win bet for you, wasn't it?"

"What? No, I didn't want to do that!"

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"That's not what I was thinking back then!" I said.

"Oh, but maybe it is now. After all, there's a first time for everything," she said. "And now you'll get the chance to find out you're really just a sissy who likes being publicly humiliated."

"I don't know why humiliating me over and over is so important to you, but I'll do it," I said. "I'll tell my hairstylist to tie me up. And you'll let me go?"

"Just one more thing. You're going to forget what Brittany looks like, and by the way, that isn't her real name. And you aren't going to try to find out anything about this yacht, or who owns it. Because its owner is a very powerful Silicon Valley billionaire, and he isn't as nice as we are. If you stick your nose in where it doesn't belong, he will make you go away. Permanently. He will make you wish you were living in an Afghan village getting butt-fucked by ten men every night!"

My mouth went dry, and when I finally managed to speak, I did Bob's version of Sergeant Schulz. I said, "I know nothing! I see nothing!"

"Good," she said. "It would really be a shame to have you fall into his hands!"

Then she left me alone, but after a while, Brittany came in to see me. And she was carrying a riding crop.

"I hear you want to go home, sissy boy," she said, standing over me and brandishing that crop.

I just nodded my head, never taking my eyes off her riding crop.

She got right in my face, and squeezed my mouth shut with her other hand. "But you're not going to do anything stupid like telling the police about me, are you? You're going to keep your mouth shut, aren't you?"

I tried to nod my head and say 'yes' despite her grip on my face. Then the riding crop hit the side of my upper arm and made me scream.

"Oh, this is nothing compared to what will happen to you if you try to get me in trouble," she said, shoving me face-down on the bed.

Then I felt my panties being pulled down, and the crop hit each of my butt cheeks once, the sharp pains making me scream again as I squeezed my eyes shut.

Then she turned me over and made me look up at her. "Do we understand each other, faggot? Don't even THINK of telling the police about me!"

"I won't!" I wailed. "I promise I won't talk to the police! I just want to go home!"

She slapped me hard across the face, and my cheek burned as she said, "You better hope you never see me again, faggot!"

But then I was relieved to see her storm out of the room. I just lay there on the bed, desperately hoping I would never see that bitch again.

It was quite a while before the masked woman returned, and she was carrying a cup. "This pill will help you sleep," she said. "Take it!"

I didn't dare ask what it was. I just opened my mouth, she put it in and then fed me a cup of what I hoped was water. At least it tasted like water.

"Now go to sleep!" she said, and walked out.

I had some time to think about what had happened to me today, but then I started to feel drowsy. When I could barely keep my eyes open, I wondered where I would be when I woke up, if I would be home, or I would still be here. That's all I remember.

CHAPTER 12
FREEDOM?

Something smelled horrible, and I tried to twist my nose away from it.

"Those things are called smelling salts for a reason," said a woman's voice.

I was sitting on a pavement, and the woman crouching next to me wore a bandanna that covered most of her face.

"Where am I?" I asked her.

"You're back at the marina. Now what are you going to do when you get home?" she asked.

"Marina? Huh? What?" I asked.

"Andrea, do you want me to drag you back onto that yacht, and let my friends have some more fun with you?"

I looked around. I really was in the marina, and my back was leaning up against my car. The marina was dark and empty now, but I was back where this nightmare had started.

"No! Please don't!" I begged.

"Then what are you going to do when you get home?"

"I swear I won't tell the police anything!"

She lifted my chin and said, "Tell me about your earrings and your hair!"

"Oh, that!" I said. "I remember now, I'm going to have my ears pierced and then I'm going to the salon to be tied up!"

"You're sure about that now?" she asked.

I nodded my head fervently. "Yes! Absolutely! Right away, first chance I get, I'm gonna get that done!"

"See that you do!" she said, and walked away.

I let out a huge sigh of relief. She was gone, I was still in one piece, fully dressed, and my car was here. Then I got up, and my butt hurt with every step I took, but at least I could go home.

Then I had to explain what happened to Bob and Jenny. They listened to all of it, and eventually Bob said, "How does she keep finding you?"

"I don't know! I never even turned my phone on! But she said they're always watching me, and they can always find me," I said.

"That sounds like an impressive yacht you were on. The harbor master at that marina must have a record of every boat there," he said. "For a yacht that size, I'm sure we can find out the name of it, and who owns it."

"No, they already told me not to do that. The owner is some billionaire from Silicon Valley, and if I go to the police, he will have me killed. Or worse!"

"What's worse than being killed?" Bob asked.

"These people will think of something!" I said. "Trust me, they'll come up with something!"

"So what are you going to do?"

"What they told me to do. Jenny, could you take me into town some day this week?" I asked. "I'm afraid to go by myself now."

"Sure, where do you want to go?" she said.

"I need to get my ears pierced. I promised that woman I would do it."

"All right, that seems like an odd request, but I can help you pick out some earrings," she said.

"If you think that's an odd request, they made me promise I would do something else, too," I said.

"What would that be?" Bob asked.

"When I go to get my hair cut at the salon, I have to get Karen to tie me up first."

"What??" Bob asked.

"They want me to be tied up the next time I get my hair done at the salon, and I agreed to do it if they would let me go," I said. "If I don't do this, somehow these people will know."

"Why would they even…why would they care about this?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know! I think they have some idea that it would humiliate me to be tied up in public with the other customers in the salon laughing at me," I said.

"I'll talk to Karen. I've known her for a long time," Jenny said. "I'll tell her it's part of some school initiation."

A few days later, I was able to walk without my butt hurting, and Jenny took me into town. Getting my ears pierced turned out to be painless, and Jenny picked out a pair of studs for me to wearat home, and another couple of pairs of earrings that she thought were pretty. The lady who pierced my ears told me that if I didn't wear earrings for a long time, those holes would close up. So that meant I had to keep wearing earrings, because if that masked woman ever got her hands on me again, and my ears weren't pierced, she would pierce them for me, along with other body parts that I really didn't want pierced. But that was a problem for another day. At least this day might not turn into a disaster.

Then we went to the salon. I was relieved to see there were no other customers, and then Jenny handed Karen some rope.

"Karen, you know what to do, right?" Jenny asked. "As we discussed?"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of the little one!" she said.

I hate it when adults talk about me right in front of me, but that seems to be my station in life.

Jenny left, and then Karen smiled at me. "Don't worry, sweetie," she said. "There are no other appointments, no other customers, so just turn around and put your hands behind your back."

I did so, and felt my wrists being bound. The ropes were snug, but not too tight, so I hoped she knew what she was doing. Then she led me over to a sink, had me sit back, and washed my hair. Then she took me out and sat me in a chair, and started brushing out my hair.

"Andrea, Jenny told me this is a school initiation for you," she said.

"Right," I agreed.

"But it's summer, and you aren't even in school now, so we both know that's not true, right?"

"Um, well not really…I mean, it's kinda complicated," I said.

Oh, don't worry, sweetie," she said. "You've been coming here for quite a while, and it's not hard to figure you out."

"It's not?" I asked.

"You aren't really transgender, are you?"

"Well, don't I look like a girl?"

"It's OK, Andrea. I've known you for a while, and you may look like a girl, but you don't move like a girl, and you don't act like a girl."

I couldn't argue with any of that, so I didn't say anything.

"I think you're a boy who wants to look and dress like a girl, and even be tied up and helpless like a damsel in distress, but you don't really want to be a girl, now do you?"

That was hitting close to home in some ways, but not others. "Well, some of that might be true," I offered.

"If I peeked in your panties, I'd find something very unladylike down there, wouldn't I?"

I nodded my head, and it was getting awfully warm in here.

"Don't worry, Andrea, I'm just here to do your hair, not take advantage of you," she said. "Remember, you're the one who wanted to be tied up."

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"All right, then let me finish with your hair, and then I'll put you under the dryer," she said. "And if someday you want to tell me your story, I'm here to listen."

"OK," I said.

So I ended up being tied to a chair under a hair dryer, wondering if I had made a new friend or a new enemy today. Eventually, Jenny stopped by, found me tied to the chair, and complimented me on my hair. Then instead of untying me, the two woman went off and chatted somewhere for a while. I don't know what they talked about, but Jenny finally came back and untied me.

As Jenny walked me out of the salon, she said, "It looks like things went very well today."

"Yeah well, she figured out that I'm not really transgender," I said. "She probably thinks I'm a sissy who likes being tied up."

"Don't worry, she's a friend and I just had a long talk with her. She's not going to hurt you, and I left the ropes with her so you don't have to bring them with you any more," she said, and then nudged me with her elbow. "And having your hair done here may be a lot more fun from now on!"

I laughed nervously, wondering if it would more fun for me or for Karen.

CHAPTER 13
PUFF PIECE?

A few days later, I heard from Marge Watkins of Northern California Lifestyle magazine. They really wanted me to come to their offices in the San Francisco bay area for a photo shoot and another interview. One way or another, they said they were going through with the feature article, and it would be a lot more flattering if they could talk to me and get my side of the story.

I didn't know what they had heard about me, and I talked it over with my parents, and they finally agreed that it would be better to make friends than enemies with the press. A car would be sent to my home, and take me to the Bay area for the day, and bring me home that night.

That morning, an impressive-looking black limousine arrived at my estate, and I sat in the back by myself for the ride up to the Bay area. I wore a light blue dress, teardrop earrings, and a pair of white heels. My neckline and hemline both said I was a proper young lady. When we arrived at an office building, the driver escorted me into the elevator and up to the top floor.

He ushered me into an office, where the editor Marge Watkins was sitting behind a large desk, talking to two large men in business suits.

"Andrea, good to see you again," she said. "Today, we need to ask you some questions, take some pictures, and introduce you to our publisher."

"Oh, OK," I said, wondering why I had to meet the magazine's publisher.

As she picked up a briefcase, and some files, one of the big guys grabbed me! As he pulled my arms behind my back, I shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Miss Watkins glanced up at us and said, "Don't let her make so much noise."

Then the other man clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to struggle, but it was hopeless against these big guys. Finally she walked around behind me and I felt handcuffs snapping shut around my wrists. Then the man took his hand off my mouth just long enough to stuff a cloth into it. They quickly tied another cloth around it to gag me.

"Andrea," she said, turning me around to face her, "We're on a tight schedule, so we need to leave right now."

Then the two behemoths dragged me out of the office, across the hall, and into an elevator. This was all so surreal, I was being marched out of an office building, bound and gagged, in the middle of the day! But they already had that figured out.

"This is our private elevator, and it will take us all the down to our garage under the building," she said, and smiled at me. "So we won't attract any unwanted attention."

The elevator door opened, and we were in an underground parking lot, my heels clacking across the pavement as they marched me over to a van. They hauled me up onto the carpeted floor of the van, where my ankles were drawn up and tied to my handcuffs in a hogtie. I was face down on the floor, and the ropes weren't very tight, but snug enough that I wasn't getting out of this.

"Now relax," she said. "This might be a long trip if we hit traffic."

"Where are you taking me?" I tried to ask, but the gag muffled most of it.

"Keep quiet," she said, and pointed to a suitcase on wheels, "Unless you want to be put in that luggage roller."

I groaned and kept quiet. She sat on the floor next to me, and the van started up. We were taking a trip to somewhere, and every time the van swerved, I would topple over on my side. That would make her laugh, and then she would roll me back over on my stomach again.

The van finally came to a stop, and she folded me up, and wedged me into the luggage roller. "Quiet, Andrea," she said, and then zipped it up. "You won't be in here for long."

Now I was in darkness, being rolled along on the ground, occasionally bumping over things, and the air was becoming stifling in here. At last, the suitcase was unzipped, and I breathed cool air in as best I could, as she picked me up and dropped me on something soft. I was on a bed. But it wasn't just any bed. It was the big canopy bed on that super yacht where I had recently been beaten and raped. And here I was again, hogtied and gagged.

"Welcome back, Andrea!" she said. "I was told how much you enjoyed your first stay on this yacht, so I thought this would be the perfect place for you to meet our publisher!"

I just shook my head, and she started untying my wrists from my ankles. Then as I lay flat on the bed, she worked the gag out of my mouth. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "I thought you wanted to interview me for your magazine."

"We do, and we're going to take pictures of you, too," she said. "But first you need to meet Mr. Silvers, our publisher."

Just then, a man walked into the room. He was a burly guy, probably in this 40's but still fit. His muscular arms bulged out of his white polo shirt, and he also wore a white pair of shorts. "Andrea, it's good to meet you," he said, placing his hands under my armpits and lifting me up in the air to take a good look at me. "And you ARE pretty. A little disheveled, but our hair and makeup people can take care of that."

Either I didn't know how much trouble I was in, or I was too disgusted to care, because the old Andy spoke up. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't look my best when I've been stuffed into a suitcase."

"Oh, aren't you a snarky little thing?" he said, with a gleam in his eye. "You know, you're just the kind of girl I like to see on her knees, giving me a blow job!"

"You know that's illegal, right?" I asked.

"Really? Is kidnapping you illegal, too?" he asked. "I had no idea, Andrea! Would it be even more illegal if I took you out to sea and threw you overboard?"

"To be honest," I said. "That probably wouldn't be the worst thing that's happened to me on this boat!"

Now I thought he was really going to be pissed off at me. But he just shrugged. "It's a yacht, not a boat," he said. "Now let's get you down on your knees, and see how smart that mouth of yours is with my dick in it!"

There was nothing I could do, and after he set me down on my knees in front of him, he told Watkins to call the photographer in. I waited for the inevitable, but even after the photographer came in, he still hadn't unzipped his pants.

"So tell me, Andrea," he said. "What happened to you in Australia? You went there as a boy, and came back as a girl."

"I'm not allowed to talk about that," I said. "I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

"Do you think I haven't done my research? I didn't become successful in Silicon Valley, or become a magazine publisher, or own a yacht like this by being stupid!"

So this guy is the tech billionaire who can make me disappear if he wants to. "If you know all about me, then you don't need me to tell you anything," I said.

"Then help me fill in the blanks. You were a 12-year old swimming champion, and an obnoxious little brat, when you went to Australia. Then you went missing for a year, and you came home as a 13-year old girl. You received a large amount of money, which you aren't allowed to talk about, and now you're in high school as the star of your swim team. The girls swim team," he said.

"That sounds about right," I said. Even the obnoxious brat part.

"Now I've talked to people, the woman you met in Santa Cruz and her Australian friends, and it all points to you being used as a sex slave for that year, and then having gender reassignment surgery performed on you against your will'" he said. "How am I doing so far?"

"You're a smart man," I said. "It sounds like you've connected all of the dots. So what do you want from me?"

"The thing is, it seems to me that this change of life wasn't without at least some benefit for you. That you've found out that you're really a submissive little sissy at heart," he said. "That you like being tied up, humiliated, and abused. Am I still on target, Andrea?"

"Um…well, maybe," was all I could say.

"You've said enough," he said, unzipping his pants. His dick sprang out, already hard.

He didn't bother with taunting me or telling me what to do. He grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me in close, his dick sliding into my mouth. In and out, over and over, until he started spurting in my mouth. Then he pulled out and got some of it on my face, too.

"Get some pictures of this!" he told the photographer.

I just knelt there with his taste in my mouth as the photographer snapped one picture after another. I had no idea what this man was going to do with me, but then the photographer just wiped my face with a damp towel. "What are you going to do now?" I asked him.

"Me? Oh, I'm done with you. The hair and makeup women will work on you, and then we'll get the pictures we need for the article," he said. "Nice earrings, by the way. So we won't have to do any piercings."

I was afraid to ask what he would have pierced, but he left, and the photographer untied my ankles and walked me into another room that he was using as his studio. Then two young women converged on me. One of them started brushing my hair, and the other one started applying makeup to my face.

"Do all of you work for the magazine?" I asked.

"Yes," one of them said, "And if you do as you're told, we can get this over with very quickly."

So I did as I was told. They unlocked my handcuffs, and the photographer had me strike various poses in my blue dress. I had no idea how to model clothing, so the women had to physically position my arms and legs where he wanted them. All I had to do was look pretty. Then they took my dress off, and dressed me in a black racing swimsuit, and took pictures of me in that, too. It didn't take more than an hour, and the photographer announced he was done with me. Then the makeup woman washed all of her handiwork off my face.

Then Watkins showed up. "Andrea, they told me you're done here," she said.

"So now what?" I asked.

"We got what we wanted, so we're going to take you home," she said.

I wasn't sure I trusted her, but I was really looking forward to getting off this yacht. So she led me away, off the yacht and out into a parking lot where the black limousine was waiting. The driver held the back door open for me, and I wondered if I should make a break for it. But I decided I really didn't want to try to run away in these heels, and all that would do was make them angry, so I got in. He shut the door after me, and the two of them sat up front.

The car started up, and Watkins turned and passed a manila envelope back to me.

"What's this?" I said.

"It's a copy of your article that will be in the next edition of our magazine."

I took the folder, said, "Thanks," and rested it in my lap.

"Aren't you going to read it?" she asked. "It's going to be a long drive."

"I'll get to it eventually," I said. But the truth was that I'd already had plenty written about me by the press. A couple of years ago, Australian sportswriters would write nasty things about me all the time, and made me their Public Enemy Number One. Those stories made people so angry that they kidnapped and abused me for a year. So I was in no hurry to read this story about how I was a sissy who liked dressing up as a girl and being humiliated. Once this magazine hit the newsstands, I would be ridiculed wherever I went, and would have to leave school.

This group of people, that masked women and her Australian friends, this editor and her publisher, the tech billionaire…they were all in this together to make my life miserable. On the other hand, maybe they would stop this car somewhere along the side of the road, and the two of them would spare me all of the embarrassment by throwing me off a cliff.

But they drove me all the way home, and as we turned into my estate, Watkins laughed and said, "You still haven't read it? I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's just a puff piece."

The car stopped in front of the house and I got out and said, "I'll get to it."

They drove off, and at last I was home, and finally rid of them. But instead of going inside, I went out to the pool and settled into a recliner to look over the hatchet job I was sure they had done on me. My morbid curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see how much trouble I was in.

There were four pictures. Two of them were of the 12-year old Andy. One was me in my blue team sweat suit, with USA written across my chest. The other one was me in just my Speedo suit, with my washboard abs. The other two pictures were the ones they had just taken. I actually did look pretty in my blue dress, and the other picture was me in that form-fitting black one-piece racing suit, which actually looked kind of sexy.

So I started to read the story. To my surprise, it explained that I had come to the difficult decision that even though it would destroy my chance to go to the Olympics, I had to be true to myself by having gender reassignment surgery. But then after a long and difficult rehabilitation process, I had returned to swimming. Even as a freshman, I had become the leader of my prep school swim team, and had inspired my teammates to the point that our school had gone undefeated this year.

It really was a puff piece. For reasons that made no sense to me, this magazine was presenting me in the best possible light. So I thought there had to be a catch. I figured this must be some kind of trick, and when the magazine appeared in print, the story would be completely different.

A month later they mailed a copy of the magazine to me, and it was exactly the same as the advance copy I had read. I had never wanted to see or hear from any of them again, but I decided to get on the phone and call up Marge Watkins.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said.

"Sure, Andrea," she said. "Go ahead."

"If you wanted to do a story like that on me, why didn't you just ask me, instead of…you know, kidnapping me?"

"Now that wouldn't have been any fun at all, now would it?" she asked.

"I don't understand," I said.

"You will," she said. "Be seeing you!"

And she hung up.

I just sat there looking at the pictures of me in the magazine, both as a boy and a girl, and thinking I am never going to get rid of these people. Somehow, they always know where to find me, and I'm just a plaything they enjoy toying with.

Epilogue

"How did you like Andrea's last group of videos?" she asked.

"They're like gold here! Especially that last one, 'Dominant Swimmer, Submissive Sissy,'" the man said. "There's nothing an Australian likes more than seeing that little brat being turned into a sissy, and being humiliated over and over."

"I thought that last batch was the best, too," she said. "I think he's a natural submissive, and that makes it easier. As long as we don't hurt him too badly, he'll do whatever we want."

"Actually, we like seeing him getting hurt too!" the man said.

"One thing at a time. We don't want to kill a goose that lays golden eggs," she said.

"And he still doesn't know how you're tracking him?"

"Not at all. Of course he knows that he has implants in his breasts, hips, and butt, but he has no idea that one of his implants is a tracking device."

The man laughed and said, "He's an athlete, so he doesn't have to be smart, does he?"

"No, all he has to know is how to dress up like a girl, act like a sissy, and suck cock like a whore," she said. "And he's good at all of that!"

"That he is. Let me know when your little porn star makes another video!"

"Will do," she said. "He doesn't know it yet, but it's only a matter of time."

The End?