Prologue

I'm Andy Miles, although now I go by my assigned name, Andrea. At age 12, I was a junior world swimming champion when I was kidnapped in Australia. I was tortured and sexually abused for an entire year, and forced to undergo several surgeries. Not only did they give me breast implants, but I also received implants in my hips and butt. They removed a pair of ribs to give me a girlish figure, and kept me in high heels for so long that my leg tendons shrank, and I now I have to wear heels. I even wear water socks with built-in heels at the pool.

I also received plastic surgery on my face to make me look more feminine. My skin was softened, and they ensured I would not be able to grow facial hair. They also gave me implants that made my lips full and round. They tweaked my voice box to make me sound like a teenage girl for the rest of my life. After they had finished messing me up in all these ways they let me go. The trauma my body suffered has ensured I will never grow another inch taller so to this day I remain the size I was when I was twelve.,

My parents were outraged and threatened to sue everyone, before negotiating a settlement worth tens of millions of dollars. So now I'm rich. Then they bought me an estate outside a town along the California coast, and hired a young couple, Bob and Jenny. Bob is a teacher who tutored me, and Jenny takes care of the house. They know about my past, and are very good at ignoring whatever mischief I get into.

After a year of recuperation, I went back to school and joined the swim team. The kids accepted me, and I became reasonably popular, especially with the swim team. But I came to the attention of a tech billionaire, whose wealthy friends enjoy taking liberties with a young she-male. So every month I have to spend one weekend on his super-yacht doing unspeakable things at those wild parties for the entertainment of the billionaire and his friends.

It isn't all bad. He also owns a magazine, and the editor did a feature story on me. I live at the boarding school in town now, rooming with my girlfriend who is in my year, and is the younger sister of my old swimming rival from Australia. Despite the kidnappers' best efforts to feminize me, I have remained stubbornly heterosexual, and now my sophomore year of high school is almost over.

CHAPTER 1
The Little Mermaid

In early June of my sophomore year of high school, I received the inevitable text from Mr. Silvers, the tech billionaire, stating only the date, followed by a question mark. We both knew what it meant. He was inviting me to my monthly weekend of debauchery on his super-yacht. I wanted to get it out of the way before final exams, so I agreed.

Friday night, I got in my self-driving car, and pulled up the list of saved addresses. I let out a sigh as I saw the address of the marina at the top of the list. I hardly ever used the car to go anywhere else. So I pressed the big green START button, and off I went.

Soon enough, the car parked itself at the marina and I walked to the gangplank leading up to the huge yacht. I was dressed like a schoolgirl: white blouse, pleated skirt, knee-high socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. My long dyed-blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail. But all the guards knew who I was. The one on duty tonight waved me through, and said, "Nice to see you again, Andrea!"

"Good evening, Sir!" I said, as I walked past him. I never remembered all the faces of the men on that yacht, but I was pretty sure I had sucked his dick at least once, and probably more.

The magazine editor, Ms. Watkins, was waiting for me on the yacht. She looked the same as always, a thirty-something professional woman with neck-length brown hair, dressed in a gray pants-suit. I think she always wore a business suit, even on a yacht. "Andrea, you're free this evening," she said. "You can get something to eat in the dining room if you wish, and then turn in for the night in your usual quarters. Make sure to get a good night's sleep because you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

A big day tomorrow? That sounded ominous. "Thank you, Ma'am," I said. "I already had dinner so I'll just go straight to bed."

I got into a white nightgown and crawled into the big canopy bed that night, wondering what they had in mind for me. At least I didn't have to give anyone a blow job yet, and I wasn't chained up for the night. But tomorrow promised to be interesting.

The following morning I was relaxing on deck, sitting on a recliner in a pink dress with my hair down, the long blonde locks spilling all around me.

Then Ms. Watkins loomed over me. "Andrea, come with me," she said. "We're going to the pool."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and got up to follow her. That made me nervous. Of course I'm an outstanding swimmer, but they don't bring me the pool to swim.

The pool area was below decks, and it is really beautiful, with marble sculptures lining the walls. It's posh; the last time I was here, I remember thinking that if Heaven had a swimming pool, it would probably look something like this.

The two of us were alone on the pool deck, and she said, "Andrea, take all of your clothes off, and put them on that chair."

I quickly stripped down to my birthday suit. I suppose that one benefit of all the abuse and humiliation I had suffered on this yacht was that I wasn't the least bit self-conscious about standing naked in front of a woman.

She looked me up and down and said, "Very nice, Andrea. You certainly are fit."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said. "My swimming coach is good at making sure of that."

She held up a curved metal tube with a cuff attached. "Sit down, I need to put this penis chastity on you."

I grimaced but just sat down and spread my legs.

She had done this before, and quickly slipped it on me, and snapped the cuff shut around the base of my penis. "We can't have you showing a bulge today," she said, as if that explained anything.

I knew better than to question these people. They would explain what they wanted me to know when they were good and ready. Then she held up what I thought was a greenish-blue wet-suit, but it looked kind of flimsy.

"This is the costume you're going to wear today," she said. "You're going to be The Little Mermaid!"

"Oh," I said, as it started to make sense. "It's very pretty."

"I'm glad you like it. It's silicone, and we had it made to your measurements, so it should fit you like a glove. Let's try it on!"

The bottom of the costume was a blue fin, the legs were greenish-blue scales, which gradually changed into the green of the torso. My legs went in first, and were pressed together, resting against the top of the fin. The fit was so snug that my ankles may as well have been bound.

"There's no way I can walk, or even stand up on this fin," I said.

"That's all right, you won't need to," she said.

The body suit encased my thighs and waist tightly. There were bright green cups which fitted perfectly over my ample breasts. My arms slid into the sleeves, my fingers filled the gloves, and I was completely covered from the neck down.

I looked down at the pretty costume and wondered if I could get one for Caroline. Or maybe one for myself, too.

"We're almost done," she said. Then she tucked my hair into the neck hole of the body suit, and held up a rubber full-head mask of a woman in front of me. It was a very pretty face with bright red lips and a full head of dark brown hair.

Before I could say anything, she started stretching it over my head, and pulled it down to my neck, flush against the body suit. At least there were holes for my eyes, nose and mouth, so I could still see and breathe in this thing.

"And now the last step," she said. Then she pulled my arms behind my back, and bound my wrists together with rope.

Now I couldn't move at all. My wrists were bound, and my legs might as well have been in this tight costume.

"How does that feel?" she asked. "Are you all right in there?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

Then she picked me up, carried me in her arms like a baby, and took me around to the other side of the pool where I saw a new decoration.

An enormous clamshell. A bivalve, with half of it flat on a wide pedestal, and the other half standing straight up like the back of a throne. She sat me on the clamshell, and said, "Our guests will be here soon."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. Not that I was capable of doing much of anything, tied up in this costume.

"Just sit there and look pretty," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. I could actually do that.

She left, and I sat there on my shell, looking pretty.

I didn't have to wait long. After a while, I heard some male voices. Loud, boisterous male voices. Worst of all, they sounded Australian. It sounded like a herd of elephants stomping their way toward the pool. Then I saw about a dozen men in swimsuits come barging through the doorway out onto the pool deck. Then they saw me. The Little Mermaid, all tied up on her clamshell, just waiting here for them.

A couple of them pointed at me, and one of them shouted, "Look at that Sheila!"

Oh no! A mob of Australians quickly surrounded me. "She's all tied up!" one of them said. "That's convenient, isn't it?"

"Who are you supposed to be?" another one shouted, leering at me.

"I'm the Little Mermaid," I said.

"So tell me, Little Mermaid," he said, crouching down, and staring at me nose to nose. "Are mermaids good at sucking dicks?"

Well, that was direct and to the point. At least now I knew for sure why I was here, so I said, "Of course! Everyone knows that mermaids give the best blow jobs!"

When they heard that, a cheer went up. That guy started pulling down his swimsuit, and two other men grabbed me, and started a tug-of-war over me.

There was a good chance they might tear both me and my costume to pieces, and I screamed, "One at a time! There are so many of you and only one of me!"

For a moment at least, these raunchy, oversexed jerks calmed down a bit, and they let the one with his swimsuit around his ankles pull me over to his groin. With his hands wrapped around the back of my head, he shoved his dick into my mouth over and over. It swelled and when he spurted into my mouth, the other men all cheered.

I gasped for breath and swallowed the salty cum, but I only had a moment's respite before another man took his place. These guys didn't have a lot of patience. At least they didn't fight over me, but I had to suck all of them, one immediately after the other. Finally they were all done, and they left me alone. I had survived with just a bad taste in my mouth. I sank back against the clam shell, and looked down at my pretty costume. Maybe it was more durable than it looked, but somehow it didn't seem to be ripped or torn anywhere.

But then another man in a swimsuit walked in, spotted me immediately, and called out to me in an Australian accent, "You must be the Little Mermaid!"

"Yes, sir," I said.

He was a big guy, and he stood over me and said, "My friends tell me you like to suck cocks!"

Oh well, I thought. What's one more blow job? "Yes, sir," I said. "I'll be happy to."

But then he scooped me up in his arms. "You're a cute little mermaid, aren't you?"

"Um, thank you, sir," I said. I felt tiny in his arms as he carried me across the pool deck. Then I got a whiff of alcohol on his breath. "Where are you taking me?"

"I thought you might like to go for a swim with me," he said.

My whole body tensed. This was not good. "Sir, I'm not supposed to go in the pool!" I protested.

"Shouldn't a mermaid be in the water?" he asked, walking down the steps into the pool. "Surely you don't belong on a clam shell!"

"I'm not a real mermaid!" I wailed. "This is just a costume!"

"But you can swim, can't you?" he asked as he waded out into the pool.

"Not when I'm tied up!" I screamed as my legs hit the water. "This costume isn't supposed to go in the water!"

"Oh, a little water won't hurt anything," the big man bellowed, swinging me up in the air around him, and then splashing me down in the water.

"Sir, have you been drinking?" I asked. At least my feet were under me, and I looked around frantically but even the men I had given blow jobs were gone. There was no one here to help me, and then my feet left the floor as he took me out into deeper water.

"Maybe a little," he said. "So what's your real name?"

"I'm just the Little Mermaid," I said.

Then he pressed down on my shoulders and shoved my head underwater. I sputtered and gasped and when he finally let me come up for air, I coughed and wheezed.

"Are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to take your mask off?" he asked.

I didn't know what to do. The Australians hated me, and if he found out who I was, there was no telling what he might do to me. "Please, I'm not supposed to-" I started.

Then he dunked me again, and this time he held me under longer. My head swam, and I thought I was going to black out before he finally let me come up again.

As I coughed and choked, he said, "That's a pretty mask you're wearing. Are you a pretty girl under that mask? Or maybe you aren't a girl at all. You're small, but are you really just a boy dressed up as a mermaid? Is that it? Are you a sweet little fag that likes to suck cocks?"

As I managed to catch my breath, he squeezed one of my breasts, and made me squeal.

"You got a nice pair of bazooms, though. Ready to tell me your name now?" he asked.

"OK, it's Andrea," I croaked, hoping he wouldn't know who I was. "My name is Andrea."

"Andrea what?" he asked.

I was so infamous in Australia that my last name would give me away for sure, so I just said, "I'm Andrea, just Andrea."

He didn't ask me again. He dunked me again, pulled my head down and practically turned me upside down. The water got up my nose and burned. But he just held me under, and I struggled and strained in my costume, my fingers clawing at the water uselessly.

At last he let me up, and I choked and retched, my eyes filled with tears as I gasped for air. He waited for me to finally stop coughing and said, "Little one, we can keep doing this all day, or you can tell me your name."

I sniffled and tried not to cry. I was standing in neck-deep water, both of his hands were on my shoulders, and he was ready to dunk me again. "My name is Andrea Miles," I mumbled.

"Well, well," he said triumphantly. "What do we have here? The champion swimmer, and you look like you're ready to cry like a baby! What's the matter, did you get a little water up your nose, little baby?"

"Please don't dunk me again," I begged, sniffling. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"Let me guess," he said. "What you really want is for me to carry you out of this pool so you can get down on your knees and suck my dick…is that right?"

"Yes, sir," I said, still sniffling.

Then he scooped me up into his arms, and started carrying me toward the shallow end of the pool. "You really like sucking cocks, don't you, Andrea?" he asked.

"Yes sir," was all I dared to say. All I wanted was to get out of this pool.

He climbed up on the pool deck, carried me in his arms and walked over to the clam shell. "Now be a good little sissy and beg me to let you get down on your knees so you can suck my dick!" he ordered me.

I just let out a groan, and he took a step toward the pool.

"Want to go swimming with me again, sissy?" he asked. "Because you're such a good swimmer, aren't you?"

I looked down at water and said, "Please no! Sir, please let me get down on my knees so I can suck your dick!"

"That's better," he said, and lowered me to the pool deck on my knees.

He pulled his swimsuit down, and I looked up at his flaccid penis. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me forward, feeding his dick into my mouth. Maybe it was because he was half-drunk, but it took a while to get him hard. I was tied up and there was nothing I could do, so he just slammed me back and forth, up and down, over and over until he finally got hard and spurted his salty goo into my mouth.

He finally caught his breath, and let out a sigh. "You really are a slut, Andrea, aren't you?" he asked. "Admit it, you liked that!"

I really didn't want to say anything that might set him off again, so I just said, "Yes, sir. Thank you. I enjoyed it."

He picked me up, dropped me on the clam shell flat on my back, and left me there.

I just lay there for a while with that taste in my mouth, not even trying to move. I was still lying there when I heard footsteps approaching. It only sounded like one person, and not a horde of Australians, but I didn't even dare to look up, dreading to see who might be here to torment me now. At last I saw Ms. Watkins standing over me.

"Andrea, it looks like you've gone swimming," she said.

"One of the Australian men tried to drown me!" I protested.

"And did he?" she asked.

"Well no, but he dunked me over and over!"

She looked me over and said, "You don't really look any the worse for wear."

"He could have killed me!" I said.

"Don't be ridiculous, Andrea!" she said.

"How do you know?" I said. "You weren't here when he was holding me underwater!"

"No, but Mr. Silvers and I watched the whole thing. Look up there," she said, pointing at one corner of the room and then at another corner. "We have cameras set up all around the pool. We just made another video of you for our Australian friends. We still need to put it all together, but I think we'll call it 'The Little Sissy Mermaid,' or something like that."

I looked up at the cameras. "You watched what he did to me??"

She grinned at me. "Of course, he was just having fun with you! He knew who you were all along! So first we got to see you give blow jobs to all of those guys, and then all the fun you had in the pool. You're really popular with the Australians, and I think they're going to love this video!"

Now I was both completely exhausted and emotionally drained. The Australians hate me so much that just making me give blow jobs isn't humiliating enough. Now they would use water torture and scare me to death for their entertainment. I just lay there on the clam shell, looking up at her. "So now what do I have to do?" I asked.

"Let's get you out of that wet costume and dried off," she said. She untied me and handed me a small key. "In case you want to remove your penis chastity, so don't lose it!

Mercifully, she sent me back to my quarters, and gave me the rest of the day off.

That evening after dinner, Ms. Watkins took me up on deck, sat me down across a small table from her, and ordered iced tea for both of us. I was dressed in a blouse and skirt, with my hair up in a ponytail again, trying to forget this afternoon had ever happened. So of course she had to remind me.

"I sent some pictures of you in the mermaid costume to your phone," she said. "You look really cute. Maybe you'd like to share those pictures with your girlfriend."

"Maybe, but I don't really want her to know what I do on this yacht."

"She doesn't know about your past?"

"Um…she knows about what happened to me in Australia, but not what happens here," I said.

"Oh, so she doesn't know what you do on your weekends here?"

I shook my head. "No, and I don't want her to know. When I get back to school, I always look like I've been run over by a truck, but I've told her not to ask what goes on here."

"Do you really like this girl?" she asked.

I nodded. "She's my roommate and my best friend."

The iced tea arrived and she stirred her drink. "Do you think you might marry her someday?"

I scoffed. "God no! That could never happen!"

"So you don't like her that much?"

"She's great!" I said. "I'm the problem!"

"Why are you the problem?" she asked.

"Just look at me," I said. "I'm five-feet tall and I look like a girl! She deserves someone…normal! I'm sure she can do a a lot better than me!"

"Looks aren't everything, you know. And you really are cute!" she said.

I just stared at her. Was she putting me on, or did she really not understand how preposterous this was? "It's not just that! I'm damaged goods…all the perverted stuff I had to do that whole year in Australia," I said, my voice trailing off as I thought back to that nightmare.

"But that wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for what happened to you, and you had no choice in the matter," she said.

"It's not just that," I said. "It's all the perverted stuff I'm still doing. Here, on this yacht every month."

"You don't really have a choice about coming here either, now do you?" she asked.

"Maybe not. But maybe I could have found a way not to come here…or at least I could have tried to fight harder not to come here…"

"And why didn't you?" she asked evenly.

"Are you going to make me say it?" I asked. "All right, I'll say it. Because I'm a pervert! Because there's a part of me that WANTS to come here just to see what will happen! To find out what you'll do to me, because it's exciting! I know it's illegal and it's wrong, but sometimes when you take advantage of me here, it turns me on! OK?"

She stared at me quietly, and took a sip of her drink.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked.

"So do you have any plans for the summer?" she asked.

"That's…that's what you want to know about, whether I have plans for the summer?"

"Andrea, you didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. I'm just glad that you finally accepted it yourself. Now do you have any plans for the summer?"

I let out a sigh and slumped in my chair, totally deflated. "I don't know, I was thinking maybe I would do some surfing. I'm still trying to learn how."

"That sounds like fun. Good luck with it," she said. Then she picked up her drink, and got up. But before she walked away, she stopped and said, "You got one thing wrong, though. You're not a pervert."

Then she was gone, and I took a gulp of my iced tea, wondering what the hell just happened.

CHAPTER 2
A Hobbit In Mordor

I made it off the yacht and back to school without any further catastrophes, and completed my exams the following week. At last the school year had drawn to a close. Our swim team had completed an undefeated season, but now Coach Collins wanted to see me in his poolside office. Wondering what kind of trouble I could possibly have gotten myself into now, I went to see him. He was your usual swimming coach; an ex-swimmer himself, typical hard-ass but at least he was open minded enough to make sure the other swimmers accepted me on the team.

As I sat across the desk from him, he said, "Andrea, as you know, John is graduating from school, so we will need a new team captain next year. I think that should be you."

"Me??" I asked. "Coach, I'm the smallest kid on the team!"

"You're also the best swimmer, and it's not even close," he said.

I had serious doubts that the other kids wanted a little she-male as their captain. "I…I, uh, I don't think they would want me as their leader," I stammered. I really wanted to keep a low profile, and being team captain wouldn't help any.

"Andrea, you have more high-level swimming experience than the rest of the team put together. If they want to win, the other kids will listen to you," he said. "But you've got all summer to think it over, and I'll see you in September."

"OK Coach, I'll consider it," I said.

At least I wasn't in any trouble, and being team captain would be an honor, but I didn't think I was much of a leader, and some of the other kids, especially the seniors, might not think so either.

The end of the school year also meant saying good bye to Caroline, my roommate and girlfriend. She would be going back to Australia for the summer, and I was really going to miss all the bondage games we played in our dorm room. She loved tying me up and bossing me around almost as much as I liked being humiliated by her. It was a strange relationship we had, but she was my closest and best friend, and the only one at school who understood my double life.

Then school was out, and I went back to my estate to live with Bob and Jenny again. I had hugged and kissed Caroline goodbye, and her brother Nigel had also insisted on hugging and kissing me goodbye, which was kind of yucky, but he was my oldest friend/rival/whatever. Bob and Jenny went with me to Los Angeles to spend the July 4 holiday with my parents. My Dad likes to barbecue burgers, and we got to see a fireworks display that night.

But then I got the text from Ms. Watkins inviting me to the yacht. The school year had ended but my monthly visit was a year-round obligation. So on Friday night, I told Bob and Jenny I would be gone for the weekend, but I would be back Sunday night. I arrived at the yacht, had to give Mr. Silvers his usual blow job. He's a big man (in every respect) about my dad's age, but very fit and muscular. I never wanted to get on his bad side, but he's usually in a good mood, at least with me. When he was done with me, I was allowed to turn in for the night. I went to bed in my usual quarters in the familiar canopy bed.

I woke up and stretched. Something wasn't right. This wasn't the bed I went to sleep in. I looked around, and saw this wasn't the room I went to sleep in, either. I was in a normal full-size bed, and this room had a large window. It dawned on me that I wasn't on the yacht at all. But where was I?

Then a loud voice called to me through the open doorway. "Ah, you're awake! Rise and shine, Andrea!"

The voice sounded familiar, and not just because of his Australian accent. I looked up to see a man come striding into my room. I recognized him, and pointed. "You…you're-"

"Welcome to Australia!" he shouted.

"No, it can't be," I said. This was a nightmare, only I was wide awake. "But you…you're the man that tried to drown me!"

He just let out a belly laugh that echoed around the room. "Andrea, you know better than that! We were just making a video!" he roared. "And let me tell you, 'The Little Sissy Mermaid' is going to be your best video yet! You have no idea how popular you are here!"

"This is all a prank, isn't it?" I asked. "I can't be in Australia! I went to sleep on the yacht last night! What did you do, move me to a hotel room somewhere? We're still in California, aren't we?"

He just laughed again, and pointed a remote control at a television monitor, which sparkled to life. The screen displayed a weatherman, pointing to a map of Australia, describing the different temperatures here and there. And he was speaking Australian…well, you know what I mean, it was English but not so you would recognize most of it. So it was true. I was here, in the last place on Earth I wanted to be. This country was about as welcoming to me as Mordor would be to a hobbit.

"But how? What day is today? How did I get here?" I asked.

"What? You aren't happy about being here in Australia again? Remember back when you were a swimmer, you said that if you were Australian, we would have built a statue of you in our town hall?"

"Um," I said, trying to think back. I was pretty full of myself back then.

"And remember when you said, 'They hate me because they ain't me?' That was a big headline in the Sydney newspapers!"

I groaned despite myself. Why does every single person in this country remember every obnoxious thing I said when I was twelve years old?

"Andrea, get up, take a shower and get dressed! You don't want to miss brekkie! I asked the cook to make your banger sangers with dead horse!"

I had no idea what any of that meant, or why I would want to eat a dead horse, but then he hadn't mentioned Vegemite, so at least I had that going for me.

After I showered, I found out that my clothes had somehow made the trip to Australia with me, so I dressed in my blouse and skirt. My breakfast of banger sangers turned out to be sausage sandwiches, and for some reason I still don't understand, tomato sauce is known as "dead horse". It was actually very good.

A young woman joined me for breakfast and sat next to me. Her name was Jane, and she told me she would be directing me in the mini-series she was going to make. She didn't look evil. Her face had soft features, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Nor did she have the demeanor of a thug or a bully, and her voice was pleasant. But I had learned from long experience that looks can be deceiving, and finding out that I was going to be in her power for the rest of the summer…assuming I lived that long, made me more than a little nervous.

"A mini-series?" I asked. "Like on TV?"

"Oh, this mini-series will never be on television," she said, shaking her head. "And you're going to be the star."

After my year of torture in Australia, I was afraid to ask what this mini-series would be about, but she was happy, almost gleeful to share the information with me.

"It's set in the near future, after a biological agent is released and spreads around the world in the northern hemisphere. The weapon doesn't affect females, but it is almost always lethal to boys and men. You will play a boy who was living in America when this happened. Your father was killed, and you were infected by the biological weapon. So as a last desperate resort, your mother and your doctors decided the best chance to save your life was to attempt gender reassignment surgery."

"Does that mean a sex change?" I asked.

"Yes, but it was thought that only the top surgery would be required, so that you would become female from the waist up, while you could remain male from the waist down."

"Oh, so like I am now," I said, relieved that they wouldn't need to operate on me again.

"Exactly. However, since the agent is still pervasive throughout the atmosphere in the northern latitudes, you would not recover as long as you stayed in America. So your mother decided to send you off to live in Australia. A wealthy family, living in this mansion, was willing to take you in, but you would have to earn your keep by serving as a maid."

"So then I'll be dressed up as a maid?" I asked. That didn't sound too bad. In fact it might even be fun.

"Yes, most of the time. But there is one more detail. After the surgery, your character suffered from a rare side effect, resulting in a hormonal imbalance which can only be corrected by consuming semen."

I stared at her, not sure I had heard what I just heard. "Did you say consuming semen?" I asked.

"Andrea, you know what your fans want to see," she said.

"Um, how often does my character have to…consume semen?"

"I'm afraid that if your character doesn't consume semen for more than a day or two, you will start to weaken and eventually die."

"All right, then," I said with a sigh. "I know what I have to do. Do you have a copy of the script for me, so I can start learning my lines?"

"There's no script," she said.

"Huh?" I said. "Then how will I know what to say?"

"Now Andrea," she said, caressing my cheek, "you've made so many of these videos, I'm sure you know what's expected of you."

"Um, OK, but still-" I started.

"Just do as you're told, and agree with everyone. After all, you're a servant, right? So be servile to everyone," she said. "And I will provide you with direction when needed."

Oh, what could possibly go wrong, I thought. But I just said, "All right, I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will," she said, grinning mischievously at me.

CHAPTER 3
The New Maid

Jane told me we were going to produce six episodes, and each one would take one week. That raised my hopes that I might be able to escape from Australia in only six weeks, and not have to spend an entire year here like the last time. I might even make it home in time to start school in the fall.

Jane and a cameraman were there as the first episode started with me being carried into the mansion by one of their workmen. I was told that I had just taken an 18-hour flight from America, and now I was starving for semen.

"This is Andrea, our new sissy maid," the workman said. "The poor thing is so weak, he can't even stand up! He really needs to eat some cum!"

"I'll help him out!" said a man dressed as a butler, who started unzipping his pants.

They got me on my knees, and since I was too weak to do anything, I had to kneel with my arms dangling uselessly at my sides while the butler rammed his dick into my mouth over and over. The workmen helped shove my head up and down, and the butler's dick started spurting after it slid out of my mouth.

"Oh no!" he said. "It didn't get in your mouth!"

"Here's some of it," said the workman, scraping cum off the side of my cheek. "Quick, open your mouth!"

I opened my mouth, and he shoved his finger in, smearing the cum on my tongue. I didn't enjoy the salty taste but like a good little servant, I said, "Thank you, sir."

"It's not enough!" the butler said. "You'd better give him some, too!"

So of course the workmen unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in my mouth. He was kind enough to make sure I swallowed everything, no doubt to help speed my recovery. "Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Yes sir, thank you," I said. "I'm starting to feel better."

"We don't want to take any chances," the butler said. "I just called the chauffeur. I told him you needed to give him a blow job right away!"

How nice of him. A man in a blue uniform hurried in and said, "I got here as soon as I could!"

"Here's the sissy, he needs to eat your cum," the butler said. "And make sure he swallows all of it!"

And then the chauffeur was in my mouth, and the workman said, "It's a good thing he's a fag and he likes to suck cocks!"

I felt the blood rushing to my head and my ears burning. So now in addition to the director and cameraman, I had the humiliation of three men standing over me when the chauffeur spurted inside my mouth, and I swallowed the life-saving goo.

"Andrea, you look much better now!" the butler said. "That really put some color in your cheeks!"

I'm sure it did. I felt like I was blushing bright red from the embarrassment from everyone watching while these Australian guys stuck their dicks in my mouth. And this was only my first scene on my first day. "Thank you so much," I said. "I feel much stronger now! You big, strong men saved my life!"

It didn't get much better from there. The other maids in the mansion wore sensible white and gray uniforms. I wore a shiny pink satin uniform with a Peter Pan collar and puffed sleeves, all of which were trimmed in lace. My red apron was full of ruffles, and held in place by a wide pink sash tied around my waist with a big floppy bow in the back. Since a proper sissy maid needs to be fully dressed, my legs were encased in pink tights. And of course I had to wear a frilly white cap, also trimmed in lace. The butler explained that I was on probation, and not a full-fledged maid yet, so I had to wear this outfit. Jane had been told that I needed to wear high heels because of my shortened leg tendons, so she thoughtfully got me the highest pair of pumps she could find, pink to match my uniform. That really was too much of a good thing because I could barely walk on these five-inch high skyscraper heels. And that was just my first day.

When we were finally done for the day, I told Jane I was looking forward to getting out of this costume.

"Oh no, Andrea," she said. "Keep it on. It's dinner time. Head on over to the dining room."

"I'm staying in character then?" I asked. "I'll be serving dinner tonight?"

"No, of course not! We have caterers to handle all of that," she said. "You'll be having dinner with the rest of the cast. I just think you look cute all dressed up like that!"

I started turning red again, and managed to stammer, "Yes, Ma'am," before fleeing the room.

So I found out this production may have been completely amateurish with no script to follow, but they did have some professionals to feed us, and take care of my hair and makeup. So I had the pleasure of eating dinner with the men whose dicks I had sucked this afternoon, which everyone thought was quite normal.

This was a very large mansion, and that night, I found out I would be sleeping in one of the smaller upstairs bedrooms. Jane showed me to the room, and then handed me my cellphone, which I had completely forgotten about.

"I sent a text message to your home phone number, saying you would be gone for a while, but not to worry," she said. "But they're still worried. They sent a message back saying your self-driving car came home by itself, and they want to know what's going on, and when you would be home."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Bob and Jenny…the people who take care of my home, they think I'm only gone for the weekend. I guess Mr. Silvers sent my car home. What am I supposed to tell them?"

She pointed to a laptop computer with a camera attached, sitting on top of the dresser. I'd like you to record a brief video, just telling them you'll be gone for the summer. And try to look happy, we don't want to make a hostage video, right?"

"Um…but how…how am I going to explain why I'm gone for the whole summer?"

"Just tell them Ms. Watkins offered you an assignment for her magazine. You will have to travel quite a bit, but you aren't allowed to talk about it until after publication. And you might not want to mention Australia. You had to leave right away, and you'll be back at the end of the summer."

"So I'm a prisoner here for the summer?" I asked.

She frowned at me. "Andrea, you can have a reasonably good time this summer, or you can have a very bad time. I have some scenes planned where things get physical, and the way you behave will decide whether or not I tell the other actors to pull their punches," she said. "At the end of the summer, do you want me to send whatever is left of you back to Mr. Silvers, and tell him you were a bad little sissy?"

I swallowed hard and shook my head.

She smiled brightly and said, "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Then we can have a pleasant summer together!"

She left me there to record my video, and I wondered for which of us the summer would be pleasant. But I made the video message, telling Bob and Jenny I sent the car home because I would be away for the summer, and I was having a good time traveling around for the magazine.

The next day was more of the same, with me giving more blow jobs. Jane explained that I had to keep my strength up, right? I found out that she wasn't just the director, she was also a character in the mini-series. She was the boss; the lady of the manor, whom everyone worked for. I didn't learn the names of the other actors, but that didn't matter because I had to address all of the men as "master" and all of the women as "mistress." That kept things simple for me.

That night I heard back from Jenny, a text message asking why I hadn't told them in advance that I would be gone for the entire summer, and what were they supposed to tell my parents?

I asked Jane what to do, and she told me to say Ms. Watkins offered me an assignment, and the magazine is on a tight deadline. To take advantage of the opportunity, I had to make a decision and leave right away.

Apparently that satisfied Bob and Jenny, or maybe by now they were used to me disappearing without any notice, and assumed I would eventually turn up again. So I spent the next few days being filmed in my pretty maid's uniform, prancing up and down the mansion in my high heels, practicing my curtsy, and of course giving more blow jobs so I could stay healthy.

CHAPTER 4
In The Name Of Science

I had settled into my routine, and after a week in Australia, things weren't really that bad. I had gradually learned that my character was supposed to be a sissy maid who wasn't too bright. Then we started shooting the next episode of the mini-series.

Jane came to me and said, "Andrea, we've received some news about your condition from the scientists in America."

I gasped and said, "Oh, no! Is it bad?"

"We just have to take some precautions," she said. "Lift up your skirt and pull down your panties."

"Yes, Mistress!" I said. My panties hit the floor, and I held up my skirt, exposing myself to her.

She held up a curved metal tube, and said. "This is for your own good, but it won't hurt!"

I knew right away where that metal tube was going. It was a penis chastity with a ring and a metal cuff attached. As she started sliding it onto my penis, I grimaced and asked, "Why do I need this, Mistress?"

The tube went on, with my head of my penis poking out from it, and the cuff clicked into place, locking it on. "The American scientists gave us some bad news."

My mouth dropped open. "Oh, no! How bad is it, Mistress?" I asked.

"It turns out that some of the Americans with your condition were unable to get the cum they needed. As a result, a couple of them resorted to masturbating, and then eating their own cum, and they reacted very badly to it. It turns out that eating your own cum causes severe distress, and could be fatal. So we have to make sure you won't be tempted to do that!"

"So then I'll be OK, Mistress! That's such a relief!" I gushed.

"Yes, fortunately we have so many men here that you will have plenty of dicks you can suck! Still, we have to make sure, don't we? I mean, you're such a slut that you would suck your own cock if you could, right Andrea?"

I tried not to look startled at those insults and remembered I had to agree with everyone. "Oh yes, Mistress! You know how we sissies are, we can never say no to sucking cock!"

"I understand, sweetie," she said, patting my cheek. "And we'll always do our best to take care of you by letting you suck cock here all you want!"

"Thank you, Mistress!" I said, my stomach turning at the thought. "Even though I'm just a maid, you are so kind to me!"

So now I had to have this chastity device locked on me. And I didn't get to take it off that night when we were done. Jane explained that she didn't have time to keep taking it off and putting it back on me, over and over, and it would help me get into my part like a real method actor. I had learnt by then I only had one option and that was to agree. So the penis chastity was going to stay on for the duration.

The next day, we were back at work again and Jane said, "We heard from the American scientists again."

I froze. This probably wasn't good news. "What…what did they say this time, Mistress?" I asked.

"It was more of a question. A scientific inquiry," she said, and held up a few lengths of rope. "You don't mind being tied up, do you?"

"No, Mistress. I don't mind-" I started.

"Good, that's what I thought. Most sissies love being tied up," she said, and led me across the room to a low metal railing. "Then bend over, place your chest on the railing, and spread your arms out along the railing."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and did as she asked.

My arms were spread wide, and she bound each of my wrists to the railing. Then she use more rope to secure my torso to the railing. "Mistress, I don't understand," I said. "The American scientists wanted to know if I like being tied up?"

She laughed and said, "No, silly! I'll explain in a minute." Then she held up a pink rubber penis with straps attached to it. "I know how much you like the feel of a dick in your mouth, so I think this penis gag will be perfect for you!"

"But I still don't understand about-" I started, as she pressed the gag against my lips.

The gag slid into my mouth, and she buckled it tight under my hair at the base of my neck. "Don't you look pretty?" she asked.

I just made garbled sounds as I tried to work this gag around in my mouth.

"Come on in!" she called out.

I heard noises behind me, and I tried to turn my head and saw a few men approaching. Then Jane stood over me and lifted my chin.

"Andrea, the American scientists want to know if swallowing it is the only way cum can be taken into your body. Or if perhaps it could be delivered through your anal cavity."

My eyes got real big and I looked up at her in alarm.

She held up some kind of thin metal instrument, and said, "Now don't worry, you'll be well lubricated. This lube injector will probe far enough that you should be lubed no matter how deep these blokes go!"

I shook my head and tried to scream into the gag, but then my panties were pulled down, and I suddenly felt a cool breeze as my skirt went up. Then that metal thing started pushing into me! I groaned and struggled against the ropes, but it just kept going in.

Then it stopped, I felt the lube squirting, and Jane said, "Andrea, you really have to relax…it's all for science, you know!"

No wonder they didn't have a script. They didn't want me to see what they were going to do to me.

"All right, lads!" she said. "The little sissy is all lubed up, so let's find out if he can take cum this way!"

I felt a man's hands on my butt as he tried to spread my cheeks, and then Jane said, "Andrea, you need to give up control. Just relax, and let go!"

And then the guy's dick started pushing in. Relaxing wasn't really an option for me. I squirmed and struggled, but I wasn't going anywhere, and he plowed his way into me over and over. I bit down on the gag and screamed, but he just kept banging my ass until he came.

After he was done spurting, and pulled out, Jane asked me, "Do you feel better now?"

I shook my head vehemently and screamed into the gag again.

"It looks like he needs another dose," she said. "Next!"

I just moaned, thinking "not again!" but then he was inside me, and it started all over again. By the time he was done with me, my eyes were filled with tears.

"Better now, Andrea?" Jane asked.

I shook my head and tried to call her every four-letter word I knew, but none of it made any sense with this gag in my mouth.

"Maybe we just need to go deeper," she said. "Ryan, go for it. He should be used to this by now, so push in further, go as deep as you can!"

Then he was inside me, it felt like I was being speared, and tears spilled down my cheeks. I only remember screaming until he finally pulled out.

I was still bent over the rail and crying when I heard her say, "All right, that's enough for now. Let's see what happened."

At least they were done with me, but my butt hurt something awful. Then I felt Jane untying my wrists from the railing, but then she tied them together behind my back. Finally she untied the ropes from my chest, and stood me up.

"So how about now, Andrea?" she asked. "Do you feel any better now?"

I could barely see her through my tears, and I tried to curse her out. I still don't think she could understand the words I was trying to say, but my intent must have gotten through to her, because she slapped me across the face hard! My face stung, and I staggered on my high heels, lost my balance, and landed on my sore butt, letting out another scream.

Jane grabbed me by a handful of my hair, and I felt a sharp pain in my scalp as she pulled me up on my knees. "Now look, sissy boy!" she snarled at me. "If shooting cum up your butt didn't help you, then you'll have to eat some! Now would you like suck those cocks for me? The ones you just had up your butt? Would you like to lick your own shit off those dicks for me?"

I shook my head, and whimpered into the gag. Then she grabbed my gag, undid the strap and pulled it out of my mouth. "So what do you have to say for yourself? Are you going to be a good little sissy from now on?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, sniffling. "I'm sorry I got mad at you! I promise it won't happen again! I'll be a good little sissy from now on, but please don't make me do that!"

"So you want to suck some other dicks instead? Like a good little cocksucker?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, choking on the words. "I'll be a good little cocksucker from now on!"

Then she let go of my hair, and I slumped back on the floor. "Untie him," she said. "We're done for the day."

One of the men untied my wrists, and I carefully got to my feet, and walked gingerly back to my room, my butt aching with each step.

The next day, we were back at work again, but my butt still ached, and when I had to walk, I tried walking bow-legged. Mostly I tried not to walk at all.

In one scene, Jane approached me and said, "Andrea, you don't look very good. You didn't suck any dicks yesterday, did you?"

"No, Mistress. You said we had to find out if I could take cum other ways," I said.

"Yes, of course," she said. "Those men fucked you good and hard yesterday, didn't they?"

"Yes, Mistress. I remember quite well," I said, and that was the truth.

"But it didn't do you any good, did it?" she said, and gave me an affectionate pat on my butt. "So you may have to go back to sucking cocks."

"I think so, Mistress," I said. "I feel like I'm getting weaker."

"Oh, you poor thing," she said. "Why don't you get down on your knees to rest? That way you'll ready if you need to suck some dicks today!"

"Good thinking, Mistress," I said, getting down on my knees. "That's a very good idea."

"All right," she said, patting me on the head, "Just wait there and I will call the Americans and see what their scientists think."

For the next scene, Jane told me I had to be weak from the lack of eating cum. Then she walked in, and found me on my knees.

"Andrea, are you feeling any better?" she asked.

"No, Mistress. I think I'm getting worse. I don't think getting fucked did me any good at all. I feel so weak…I really need to suck someone's dick!"

"Are you sure, Andrea?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Did the scientists say anything about this?"

"Yes, they did. They told me the patients in America didn't respond to being fucked, either. So it seems like that treatment is a dead end, and it looks like sucking dicks is the only way you can stay alive."

"Thank you for trying, Mistress, but I really need to suck someone now!" I begged.

"Of course," she said, and called a couple of the workmen over.

I had to give both of them blow jobs and swallow everything. When I was done, she stood over me.

"Are you feeling better now?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress. Much better!" I said, trying not to grimace from the taste in my mouth.

"Well let's not take any chances," she said, and called the butler over. "That was a close call, and we want to make sure you're all right!"

So I had to suck the butler's dick too. That was the way it went all week, but at least they didn't fuck me any more, and by the end of the week my butt wasn't feeling so bad. Jane told me to send another text message home, to check in and let my family know I was OK.

So I did. I sent a message to Jenny telling her I was having a good time. Jane let me keep my phone, and didn't stand over me while I sent the message. She trusted me not to tell my parents to call the police because I'd been kidnapped and taken to Australia. So I convinced myself that I wasn't really a prisoner here. Besides, never once did I consider trying to run away from this place. Because no matter what they did to me in this mansion, I always thought I was safer here than if I went outside, and the Australian people got their hands on me.

CHAPTER 5
Regression

The following week, Jane told me to practice speaking with a speech impediment for the third episode. I should say words like "pwease" instead of "please" and "wet" instead of "let." She didn't tell me why, but it seemed like this would be easy enough.

In our first scene, Jane told me she heard from the American scientists again. Oh no, I thought. Not those God-damn scientists who got me butt-fucked last week. I couldn't wait to hear what brilliant idea they came up with this time.

But I actually said, "What did they say, Mistress?"

"They want to study the effects of semen withdrawal," she said.

I didn't know what that meant, but it didn't sound good. "Mistress, what does that mean?"

"They want you to go without eating any cum for a while, to see what happens."

"But Mistress, we know what will happen. Last time I got so weak and felt so sick..it was awful!"

"That was only for one day. The scientists feel that your body may be able to adapt to a lack of semen. But we'll be careful and watch you very closely if your health starts to decline."

"But Mistress, I'm scared!" I said.

"Don't worry, Andrea," she said. "We have lots of men working here, so there should always be someone around who you can give an emergency blow job to."

I guess that was supposed to be a comforting thought.

You might think I didn't have to give anyone blow jobs that week. But of course the other actors enjoyed getting them, so I had to keep giving them. We just did it off camera. But the show went on.

The next day, Jane asked me how I was feeling.

"Mistress, I don't feel so good," I said, wiping my bangs across my brow. "I feel so tired."

"I thought this might happen," she said. "You need to sit down."

So I sat and said, "Mistress, could I please suck off one of the men? I"m sure that would help a lot!"

"I'm sure it would, Andrea, but we can't allow that for now. Just lie down on the sofa if you need to."

So there I was splayed out on the couch in my pink satin maid's uniform, and Jane told me I needed to use my speech impediment in the next scene.

Then Jane stood over me and said, "Andrea, the American scientists said you may lose some motor control."

I just lay there and asked, "What does that mean, Mistress?"

"They said you might regress. You could lose your ability to walk or talk, like a toddler or a baby. Let's get you up on your feet and see."

She helped to pull me upright, and I said, "Mistress, I don't think I can do this. My legs are so wobbly!"

Then I sank to my knees, and she said, "This confirms what the scientists thought."

"Mistress, I feel so weak. While I'm on my knees, could you…" I moaned, and then my voice trailed off.

"Oh, dear. Andrea, you don't look good at all," she said.

I looked up at her and begged, "Mistwess, pwease wet me suck someone's cock!"

"All right, I've seen enough!" she said. She left the room and returned almost immediately with a workman. "Hurry up and make sure she swallows all of it!" she ordered him.

She I wondered. So now I'm a girl?

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, and started unbuckling his belt.

Then she grabbed hold of my head and shoved me forward. His dick slid into my mouth, and the two of them helped me bob up and down on his dick until he came in my mouth, and I swallowed all of it.

"Feel better now, Andrea?" Jane asked.

"Yes, Mistress. I can feel my strength returning already."

That's the way it went all week. For some reason they had to re-shoot that scene several times, each time with me begging to swallow the life-saving cum. At the end of the week Jane reminded me to send a text message home. She suggested doing that on a weekly basis so my parents wouldn't worry about me. I figured that was a good idea, otherwise they might think I was in some kind of trouble, like I was being sexually assaulted several times a day.

CHAPTER 6
Discipline

We were about to start on the fourth episode when Jane asked me, "How are you at chewing the scenery?"

"I don't understand, Ma'am," I said. "What do you want me to chew on?"

"Andrea, it's a figure of speech. It means to overact," she said, and held up a wooden hairbrush. "I won't be using this to brush your hair. If you can scream and cry when I spank you with it, then I won't have to hit you hard enough to make you scream and cry."

I thought about that for a moment and said, "I can chew the scenery."

"Good, that may save some wear and tear on your butt," she said.

So we started with a scene set in the main foyer. I was just standing there dressed in my shiny pink uniform and red apron, and minding my own business when I heard a loud crash and the sound of broken glass.

Then Jane stormed into the room, followed by a maid in a gray uniform. "Andrea, you clumsy fool!" she shouted at me, as she bent to pick up the shards of a broken glass decanter.

I had nothing to do with that, but of course it was my fault anyway, so I said, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to break it."

"Sorry isn't good enough!" she snarled. She threw herself onto a chair, scowled at me and said, "Pull down your panties, and bend over my lap!"

I approached her and said, "Please, Mistress! I didn't-"

Then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down onto her lap. "It sounds to me like you need to learn some obedience too!"

I was face down over her lap and as I reached back to pull my panties down, I felt her lift my skirt, and then a smack as the brush hit my butt. It didn't hurt but I screamed anyway.

"Oh, you don't like that?" she said. "You should have thought about that before you were so clumsy!"

Then she hit me again, and I screamed again, and then for good measure I started squirming around in her lap, trying to get away.

"Stop struggling!" she commanded me, and then to the other maid, "Maria, bring the bag from the other room!'

As I continued my half-hearted efforts to get away from her, the other maid returned. Then Jane pulled my arms together behind my back, and said, "Tie her wrists good and tight! That will teach her a lesson!"

"Please don't tie me up!" I begged, as I lay there bent over Jane's lap, but I felt my wrists being bound together snugly with rope.

"Now her ankles, let's make sure she can't get out of this!" she said.

I moaned and groaned, but soon my ankles were bound too. "Mistress, I can't move at all now! Please don't hit me any more!" I begged.

"Andrea, be quiet and take your beating!" she snapped at me. "You deserve this!"

Then she hit my butt again, and I screamed and bucked for effect.

"I told you to be quiet!" she said. "Maria, get me the ball!"

The next thing I knew, a red ball gag was being shoved into my mouth, and its straps were tied around my head.

"Maybe that will keep you quiet!" she said, and hit my butt again.

I screamed again, and pretended to sob like a baby.

"Andrea, are you crying?" she asked me, and then turned my face to look up at her. "Crying like a little sissy?? I'll give you something to cry about!"

Then came a succession of smacks on my butt. But Jane was a good actress, and none of them were hard enough to hurt at all. However they did have an effect on me. I was dressed up in a sissy maid uniform, bound hand and foot with a ball gag stuffed in my mouth, bent over a woman's lap while she paddled my naked butt. I felt my dick start to twitch, and as the paddling went on, it was straining against the chastity device. Without that thing on me, it would have been sticking straight up in the air.

Finally the fake beating came to a stop, and Jane asked me, "Andrea, have you learned your lesson now?"

I sniffled and nodded my head.

"So you're going to be more careful from now on, aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded again, and we were done for the day. At least we were done acting, anyway. Since I hadn't given the other actors blow jobs on camera today, they hung around for a while so I could service them off-camera. That's show biz. At least I didn't think Jane had noticed my attempted erection, or if she did, she didn't say anything about it.

The next day, we were at work again, and I was waving my feather duster around in the foyer, pretending to dust things like a good little maid.

Then I heard another crash, and turned to see the broken pieces of a brown vase scattered all over the floor. Even without a script, I immediately knew this was my fault. Sure enough, Jane came stomping into the foyer, saw me and the broken vase, and called out, "Maria, bring both of the bags!"

Jane got right up in my face. "Clumsy girl! What did I tell you about being careful?"

"I…I didn't mean to-" I started, when she squeezed my face between her thumb and fingers.

"Why is it always the pretty ones that are so stupid?" she snarled at me.

"I'm sorry, Mistress-" I started to apologize again.

"You will be, you clumsy little girl," she said, letting go of me. "Now take off your uniform!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and started to unzip myself and undo the bow on my apron.

Then Maria came over and helped me undress, shoving me every which way until she left me there in my matching pink bra, panties, tights, and high heels.

Jane grabbed me my the arm and marched me over to the staircase, and spun me around to face it.. "Put your hands up over your head, and grab the staircase!" she commanded me.

I'm a little embarrassed to say I enjoyed being ordered around like this, and I did as I was told. Then I saw a white corset being wrapped around my midsection, and Jane started lacing it up. She took her time, tightening the laces here and there, and my entire torso started to feel constricted.

"Mistress, that's kind of tight," I said.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that," she said. "I'm going to make it tighter!"

And she did. She planted her knee in my back and drew the laces even tighter. I felt like I was being crushed, and said, "Mistress, I can hardly breathe!"

"You'll get used to it. Just take shallow breaths," she said. "But I must say this gives you a wonderful figure! That narrow waist really complements those big beautiful breasts of yours!"

I gasped and just tried to breathe normally.

"In fact, you look so good in it that I may make this part of your uniform. Maybe I should make you wear this all the time!"

"Mistress, please no. I can't bend, and I can hardly move in this corset."

"Perhaps that will teach you to be more careful. If it's hard for you to move, then maybe you won't be so clumsy."

"But I-" I started.

"Shut up and turn around so I can tie you up!" she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and turned around.

I felt my wrists being bound together with rope, and then she laid me face down on the floor. "You really need to learn a lesson, so let's see if we can get your elbows to touch!"

I felt my elbows being pulled together by ropes. As a swimmer, I am super-flexible, so that's not a problem for me, but it was time to chew the scenery some more. "Mistress, please no…that hurts so much!" I begged as she tied my elbows together.

"Then I hope you remember this before you break anything else!" she said, and started binding my ankles together. Then my ankles were drawn up into a tight hogtie, and I could barely move at all.

"Mistress, these ropes are too tight! They're hurting me!" I cried out.

"Andrea, you talk too much!" she said, and stuffed a red ball into my mouth.

As I moaned and groaned, I felt the ball gag being tied off behind my neck. But she wasn't done yet. She gathered up my hair in a scrunchie, and then tied it back to my ankles, so now my head was pulled back and I couldn't move at all.

"There!" she said, and pulled up a chair next to me. "That ought to hold you for a while. Maybe I'll untie you when it's time for you to go to bed. Or maybe I'll just leave you tied up all night here on the floor!"

I just groaned and whimpered into the gag.

"What's the matter, Andrea, you don't sound happy?" she said, nudging my chest with her foot. "Oh, I know. You didn't get to suck any cocks today, did you? That must be why you're so unhappy; I guess you aren't feeling well. Maybe I should have some of the blokes come by and they can make you suck their dicks while you're all tied up like this! You'd probably like that, wouldn't you? Well, I'll think about it. After all, we can't have you dying on us just because you're a clumsy idiot!"

Then she got up and left me there. Just me, completely helpless on the floor, and the cameraman to record my struggles. And then it happened again. I don't know what triggered it; the verbal abuse from her, the ball in my mouth, the corset wrapped around me, or the tight hogtie, but my dick was straining against the chastity. Whatever it was, this predicament was turning me on.

After a while, Jane returned, said, "Cut!" and dismissed the cameraman. Now we were alone, and she helped me up on my knees, still tightly hogtied. Then she reached in, pulled my panties down, and said, "Andrea, it looks like that thing of yours is trying to get hard."

I just moaned into the gag.

She untied the gag from my mouth, and asked me, "Is there something you would like to tell me?"

"No, Ma'am," I said, feeling the blood rush to my face. "Not really."

"I felt it happen yesterday when I was spanking you, and here it is again," she said. "Now why does this keep happening?"

By now I think I had turned beet-red. I glanced down toward my groin, than looked shyly up at her and said, "I kinda like it when you tie me up, and you're mean to me, but you don't really hurt me."

She just stared at me.

I said, "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I don't really control it, so when I'm tied up like this, it kinda does what it wants."

"All right then," she said. "Here we are more than half-way through the mini-series, and I wish I had known about this earlier, but better late than never."

Then she started to untie me, and I asked, "So you aren't mad at me?"

"No, not at all," she said. "In fact this gives me some ideas!"

I wondered if that was good or bad.

But at least I didn't break anything else, and require more discipline, so my dick somehow managed to behave itself throughout the shooting of the rest of that week's episode. We had finished dinner that night, and I had gone up to my room to wonder about what the last two episodes had in store for me.

I was relaxing on the bed when the door to my room opened, and a boy walked in. I had never seen him before, and got to my feet. I was still dressed in my pink maid's uniform, and although he looked younger than me, I was only about an inch taller than him, even on these heels.

"Oh, don't you look cute in that outfit!" he said, grinning as he looked me up and down.

He had short dark hair, and was wearing a white T-shirt and bluejeans. So unlike me, he actually looked like a boy.

"Um, who are you?" I asked.

"Me? I'm just someone who's looking for a total sissy," he said. "A sissy who's good at giving blow jobs!"

"How did you get in here?" I asked. "What are you, twelve years old?"

Then he walked up to me and said, "Oh, so you think you're better than me just because I'm younger than you? You think you're too good to give me a blow job?"

Before I could say anything else, he lunged at me, his open hand catching me under the chin, and shoving me back. I staggered backward on my high heels until he backed me against a wall, and then punched me in the stomach.

I groaned from the pain in my stomach, his other hand still wrapped around my throat and holding me against the wall, and then he hit me in the belly again.

As I sank to my knees, he said, "So how about it now, sissy boy? Or do I have to mess up that pretty face of yours?"

I tried to catch my breath and gasped, "All right! I'll do it!"

Then he shoved me face down on the floor, knelt astride me, and pulled my arms behind my back. I felt my wrists being bound together with rope and he said, "Imagine that! Andy Miles, the great swimming champion! Only now you're Sissy Andrea the Cocksucker!"

Oh no! One of my many Australian fans had somehow gotten into the mansion. "What?" I said, "No-"

Then he got off me, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me up to my knees. "Don't bother to deny it, faggot!" he snarled at me. "I hear you make great movies! They say you've sucked more dicks than anyone!"

If this kid had seen any of my videos, there was no way I could deny anything. All I could do was give him a blow job and hope for the best.

"Yeah, you thought you were something special, didn't you? Back when you were the best swimmer in the world? And look at you now, Blondie, with your sissy long hair!" he said. First he yanked a handful of my hair and then he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it. "Those are real, aren't they?"

I squealed at the pain in my breast and said, "Ow, I'm sensitive there!"

"Aw, poor baby. Sissies like their tits, don't they?" he said. Then he took my chin and his hand, and squeezed my cheeks together. "Sissy boy, you've had some surgery done on your face too, haven't you? Just look at those full lips of yours! Those are cocksucker lips, aren't they?"

I couldn't even say anything with his hand clenched on my face, and I wouldn't even want to explain those were also implants, courtesy of my kidnapping three years ago.

"So you're just dying to wrap those lips around my dick, aren't you, faggot?"

I just tried to nod my head, anything to be done with him and get him out of here.

He pulled his pants and underwear down, and stood over me, his dick in front of my face. Then he grabbed my hair, and jerked my head back. "If you bite me, I will knock your teeth down your throat! You understand me, sissy boy?"

"I won't bite you, I promise!" I said. "Then will you let me go?"

"First you suck my dick, and then I'll decide about letting you go!" he said, and pulled my face forward.

I wasn't in much of a negotiating position, so I just opened my mouth, and he fed his dick in. He was smaller than the men I was used to here, and it wasn't long before he got hard, and then spurted his salty goo into my mouth.

I just knelt there and waited as he caught his breath.

"Damn, you sissies know how to suck cock, don't you?" he said. Then he shoved me face down on the floor. As I watched, he reached into his pocket, pulled out another length of rope, and used it to bind my ankles.

"But I did what you wanted!" I protested.

Then he used the rope to draw my legs up, and tied them to my wrists in a hogtie.

"Aren't you going to let me go?" I said, starting to panic.

"Sissy boy, you talk too much," he said, and suddenly a cloth was pulled between my teeth, and a cleave gag was tied off behind my head. "I never said I would untie you! But thanks for the blow job, faggot!"

Then he left and closed the door behind him! I was hogtied and gagged on the floor in my maid's uniform with his salty taste in my mouth. But at least he was gone. I waited a while, and finally decided that he wasn't coming back. I may have been gagged, but I knew from long experience that I could talk through a cleave gag.

I started screaming over and over, "Help! Help!"

After a while, the door opened and I was relieved to see that it was Jane who walked in. She took a good long look at me and sat on the bed. "Andrea, how are you?" she asked.

"A boy got in here," I said through the gag. "He tied me up and made me give him a blow job!"

"That was Ian, a friend of my family," she said. "So did you enjoy it?"

"No! He hit me! He punched me in the stomach twice!" I shouted.

"All right then. Apart from that, did you enjoy it?"

"No! I didn't know what he was going to do to me, and then he just left me here all tied up!"

"But I thought you liked being tied up!" she said. "It got you all excited. That's why I invited Ian to come over, so you could have some fun, and I told him to make sure he didn't hurt you."

I let out a sigh through the gag. This was her idea of fun. "Ma'am, would you please take this gag out of my mouth so I can talk properly?" I asked.

She pulled me up on my knees in front of her, and removed the gag from my mouth. But she still left me tied up. "Is that better?" she asked.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said. "I don't enjoy pain. Being beaten, being raped, those are not turn-ons for me. And especially not being scared to death!"

"I see," she said. "Well now I have a much better idea of what your limits are. But you might have told me this earlier, and saved yourself some grief!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Then I exhaled and went on, "I didn't know you were going to bring that kid here to do this to me. I thought he was some random Australian who wanted me dead."

"You don't think all Australians want you dead, do you?"

"No, there's Nigel and Caroline…and maybe their parents, I'm not sure about them," I said, and then quickly added, "and of course you and the film crew here."

"So then it's just the other twenty-five million of us who want you dead?"

"Pretty much, yeah," I said. "Although it's possible some Australians have never heard of me. They wouldn't want me dead. Yet."

She chuckled and said, "Andrea, I think you may have misjudged us."

"I would really like to believe that, Ma'am," I said, "but could you please untie me?"

CHAPTER 7
Massive

We were ready to start shooting the fifth episode. Jane explained to me, "We heard from the American scientists again."

Oh, no! I thought. What have those geniuses come up with this time? Every time they had an idea, I ended up getting butt-fucked, or worse. My face fell immediately but I asked, "What did they say?"

She must have noticed my expression, and said, "It's not that bad. The scientists believe there may be some benefit to you from receiving massive doses of semen."

"Um, how massive are these guys, Ma'am?" I asked. "Because some of the ones we have here now are pretty big!"

"No, no, don't worry. It's not the men…we aren't bringing in massive…you will need to take massive doses, just more doses from the same blokes we have here now."

Then Jane added an accessory to my outfit. A pink collar with the word "SLUT" embroidered into it. Just in case anyone wasn't clear on what I was supposed to do this week. Otherwise this episode started out like the others, with me on my knees in my maid's uniform with a man standing over me. My head bobbing up and down on his dick, until he shot his load and I had to swallow it. And then another man. And another, and another. All morning long, the guys just kept coming.

After I had finally taken care of everyone, they gave me a break by letting me pose for sexy pictures in my uniform. Then in the afternoon, I had to service the guys again. All of them. Again. By the end of the day, my jaw ached, and I was exhausted.

But the next day, we were at it again, bright and early. And then again in the afternoon. This went on for five days. By then my jaw was sore, and those guys were barely able to spurt any more, nothing like the thick ropes of cum I had to swallow on the first day. So as exhausted as I was, at least I had exhausted them too. But then we were done. At last this episode was finished. Five down, and only one to go.

"Andrea, are you all right?" Jane asked me. "We're still on schedule, and just one more week to go."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "My jaw is a little sore from all the…well, you know, the show must go on.

"That's the spirit," she said. "Now let me give you a head's up about the final episode again. We're going to get a report from the American scientists," she said.

I wanted to cry.

She saw the look on my face and said, "It will be a little different this week."

I sighed and said, "It always is. But please continue, Ma'am."

"For one thing, you won't have to wear the SLUT collar," she said.

"Oh, that's nice," I said.

"Also it now appears that the massive doses of semen you swallowed may have worked to stabilize your hormonal imbalance," she said.

"But?" I asked. One thing I know for sure is that there is always a "but." I just hoped it wouldn't involve MY butt.

"But," she went on, "you will have to undergo withdrawal symptoms as your body needs to reduce the amount of semen in your system."

I thought about that for a moment, and asked, "Does that mean I don't have to give blow jobs this week?"

"Yes, exactly. You can't take in any more semen."

"Well that's quite a relief, after thinking my jaw was ready to fall off this past week," I said. So I figured I was finally in for an easy week. Of course I was wrong. Why would my fans want to see that?

Once again, I sent a text message home to Jenny to tell her I was having a good time, and everything was all right. Once again, she texted back, asking me to let her know if I needed anything. So all was well, and that night, I dressed in my short white nightgown and went to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night with someone climbing on top of me! "What's going on?" I blurted out.

"Hi, Andrea," said a voice that sounded young, female, and Australian. "Or do you still like to be called Andy?"

A girl was lying on top of me. I was pinned underneath my blanket with her weight on me, and in the darkness, I could barely see the outline of a girl with long dark hair spilling around me. "Who are you??" I gasped.

Then she giggled and said, "Oh just a fan and an admirer from your swimming days."

Oh no, not again, I thought. Another psychotic Australian who wants to kill me. "Whoever you are, and whatever I said or whatever I did three years ago when I was a swimmer, I'm really sorry about it," I said.

"Hmm…what exactly did you say or do, Andrea?" she whispered to me.

"I don't know!" I said, my voice rising in panic. "But whatever I said that upset you, I'm sorry about it! I was twelve years old then! I'm a different person now! I mean that literally, just look at me!"

"You know, you ARE pretty! I mean, I thought you were cute when you looked like a boy," she said, tracing her finger down my cheek. "But now you look super-cute as a girl!"

"What…what do you want? Why are you here? If you're going to hurt me-" I started.

Then she pressed her finger against my lips to quiet me. "Tell me if this hurts," she said. Then she kissed me full on the lips!

"I…I didn't expect that-"

"Well now you're ready for it, so this time kiss me back!" she said, and kissed me again.

This time I open my mouth and…well, this girl knew how to kiss. When she finally let go, I asked her, "What's your name again?"

"Becky," she said, and kissed me again.

"Just Becky?" I asked.

"Short for Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky," she said, as she applied another lip-lock to me.

"OK Becky, it's not that I don't enjoy this, but I don't know what's going on-" I started.

Then she got off me and said, "That's OK, Andrea. I just wanted to meet you. I've wanted to for a long time. Later!"

And then she was out the door and gone. I just lay there staring up at the ceiling, thinking that at least this went a lot better than my last visitor. Maybe I should ask Jane about putting a lock on my door.

CHAPTER 8
The Final Episode

And so we started the final episode. Apparently my body's internal systems had been saturated with semen last week, so now I would not be allowed to swallow any more. That was the good news. The bad news was that I would have to go down to the basement and suffer through the expected withdrawal symptoms.

First the maids stripped me of my pretty pink uniform, as well as my bra and panties. The basement felt kind of chilly now that I was half-naked, but they masterfully solved that problem by wrapping a pink corset around me. This thing was heavily boned, and they drew it tighter and tighter until I could hardly breathe.

"Is there some reason I have to wear this?" I asked.

"It's so you won't be able to struggle so much," Jane said. "We wouldn't want you ripping up your maid's uniform or even your underwear, but you should be safe in that."

Then the maids wrapped leather cuffs around my wrists, and tied them up to metal rings set in the ceiling. Then more leather cuffs around my ankles were tied to rings set in the floor, so now I was tied spread-eagled, and could barely move or breathe. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a corset, my pink tights and heels. Somehow they had managed to cover just about all of my body except my genitals, and my breasts, which were forced up over the corset.

Then Jane said, "Girls, don't forget to tie off his thing."

"Yes, Mistress," one of them said, and then a tug on my penis chastity got my attention, as my dick was now stretched taut and bound to another ring set in the floor between my legs.

I couldn't imagine what they thought my penis was going to do, but I didn't have a lot of creative control over this project, so I just stood there in my bonds.

"Now Andrea," Jane said. "The scientists told us that as you go through withdrawal, your body will crave semen, but you understand that you can't have any?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand," I said. I really wasn't too upset about that.

"But to help you through this process, you can suck on this penis gag," she said, holding up a pink fake cock with straps attached to its base."

"Oh, Mistress, I really don't think I need that," I said.

She waggled her finger at me. "You say that now, but you don't know what the symptoms will be like. So open your mouth!"

I obediently opened my mouth, and she slid the gag in, and tied it off behind my neck.

"Just think of it as a pacifier. Sweetie, I know how much you want to suck cocks," she said, shaking her head, "but I'm afraid that just won't be possible. But this is the next best thing. I know it's not a real dick in your mouth, but you can suck on it all you want until you get through this."

I just nodded my head like a good little servant.

"Now there's just one more thing. The withdrawal symptoms will be starting soon, and I know it won't be easy, but at least we can try to take your mind off that," she said.

I wondered what that was all about. For that matter, I didn't know how I was supposed to fake going through withdrawal symptoms. I just assumed she would tell me when I needed to start doing something.

Then I felt her fingers spreading some cool lube into my butt, and I strained and shook all of my bonds as I whimpered into the gag.

"Just try to relax," she said. "This plug isn't very big."

I sagged against the cuffs and tried to relax. I ended up biting down on the gag as she worked it into my butt. At last it went all the way in and I heaved a sigh of relief. It didn't feel good, but it really didn't hurt that much.

Then Jane called over one of the assistants, and told her to brush my hair. "I want to show how nice she looks before the withdrawal starts," she said.

So then the hairstylist was fussing over me, brushing and arranging my hair until everyone was satisfied. After she left, Jane walked around behind me and said, "Andrea, the battery should only last about three or four hours before it goes flat."

Battery? What battery? I wondered.

Then the thing inside my butt started vibrating, and I nearly jumped in the air!

"I turned it up full blast so we can get maximum effect," she said. Then she turned to the two cameramen and said, "Let me know if there are any problems."

I strained against my bonds and screamed into the gag as she walked away, and left me alone except for two cameras pointing at me. I had a vibrating plug up my butt, and she said this would go on for three or four hours! I struggled and tried to hop around but I was tightly bound, and I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to beg the cameramen for help, but their job was to record my struggles, not to help me.

It wasn't long before I started crying, and then sobbing. I tried to force the plug out. I shook back and forth, hoping I could somehow dislodge it. I wished I could just rip that evil thing out of me, but it was wedged in there good. After a while I was drenched with sweat and my bangs were plastered to my forehead. Sweat trickled down my brow and stung my eyes, but no matter how much I tried to wiggle and squirm, there was nothing I could do about it. Now I understood why she wanted me to look nice before all of this started. I didn't look pretty any more. She wanted the contrast between how good I looked before, and the mess I was now.

After a long time, I think I must have become numb to the pain. I hung from my bonds, my head slumped down on my chest. But the plug was still buzzing away when Jane returned. I feebly looked up to see her ask the cameramen if they got some good footage. My vision was blurry through my tears, but it looked like both of them nodded.

Then she walked up to me and said, "Andrea, it looks like you've gone through the worst of the withdrawal symptoms. Do you still want to suck cocks?"

I lifted my head up and shook it. This vibrator had made me look like I gone through some kind of serious drug withdrawal.

"Are you sure? We don't want to have to do this again," she said.

She got that right. I moaned, "Noooo!" into the gag, and shook my head as hard as I could.

"Good girl," she said, and walked around behind me.

The vibrating mercifully stopped, and I just hung there, barely able to breathe. I remember thinking how much my Australian fans were going to love to see me looking like this, all tied up, corseted, gagged, plugged, and with my eyes all puffy from crying.

"I think you'll be all right now," she said, and called for the maids to untie me.

Two maids quickly untied me, and it was nice of them to catch me before I collapsed on the floor. Then they bent me over and pulled the plug out of my butt. That hurt too, but I was really glad it was gone. Finally they got the gag out of my mouth and laid me on the floor.

"Andrea, that was very good work today," Jane said. "When you've collected yourself, the girls will take you up to your room so you can lie down and rest.

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

Once they got the corset off me, one of the maids ended up carrying me like a baby up to my bedroom, and left me there naked on the bed.

Jane gave me the next day off to recuperate. Then she told me we didn't have to shoot any more scenes of withdrawal symptoms. She was very happy with the footage of that scene, and in turn it made me very happy that I wouldn't have to go through that again.

The following day we only had to shoot a brief scene in which Jane told me the good news that I was cured! "It's a miracle of science," she said. "You won't have to consume semen to stay alive!"

"That's good news, Mistress," I said.

"And not only that," she said, smiling broadly at me. "You can still suck cocks if you want to! So it's not like you'll become addicted, or have to go through withdrawal again, either! Isn't that wonderful?"

"Oh yes, how wonderful!" I lied. "I am truly blessed!"

Afterwards, she told me only one scene remained to be done. Now that I was cured of my dependence on cum, I could go out with friends. So I wouldn't have to wear that awful pink maid's uniform that made me look completely sissified. I thought that was a good thing. Of course I should have known better.

At last we came to the final scene. I was cured, and because I was about to go out on a date, I didn't have to wear that shiny pink maid's uniform. Instead they found me something I might describe as slutwear.

"Andrea, I'm so glad that you're finally cured," Jane said. "So now you can get dressed up and go out! You really do look lovely!"

I was dressed up all right. My hair was done up, and looked elegant, and I didn't mind the ridiculously high heels, because with my shortened leg tendons, I really did need heels. But the maids had me dressed up in this sleazy low-cut red dress which barely covered my nipples, and had slits on both sides that went all the way up to my waist. My lips were painted bright red and I felt like I was wearing as much makeup as a circus clown. "Thank you, Mistress," I said, as I waited in the mansion's main foyer.

"The young master is here!" the butler announced, as he opened the door.

I was a little nervous about what might happen in this final scene. Then my date walked in and I got a lot more nervous. It was Ian. The kid who assaulted me in my bedroom, tied me up, and made me suck his dick. He was wearing a blue blazer and a matching pair of slacks, but it was still him.

"Miss Andrea, Master Ian is here to see you," the butler said.

Then Jane said, "We'll leave you two alone to get acquainted. Then the butler made himself scarce, and Jane retreated behind the camera, presumably to direct. In any event, I was on my own. So I curtsied, and tried to smile. "It's nice to see you again, Master Ian," I lied.

"It's nice to see you too, Andrea," he said, walking up to me as he looked me up and down. "You really got yourself all dolled up, didn't you?"

I wondered if this could get any more awkward. I wasn't expecting to be complimented. "I…I wanted to look pretty for you," I said.

"I appreciate that," he said. "But I really deserve it, don't I? I mean me going out with a lowly maid like you!"

I gasped. So much for being complimented. "I…I just wanted to look nice," I stammered.

"And you do. Your hair looks really nice…and those shoes are sexy! But I think maybe you overdid it on your dress. I mean, could it be any sleazier with your tits practically hanging out? And that makeup…makes you look like a whore."

I didn't know what to do. But there's no script and I'm supposed to improvise. "I'm sorry, Master Ian," I said. "I'm just not very good at makeup."

"That's OK Andrea, I know you can't help looking like a slut," he said. "We all know you're a cocksucker."

My mouth dropped open. "What?? I don't understand-"

"Come on, Andrea. Everyone knows what you are," he said. "You're a sissy boy who likes to dress up so you can go out with guys and suck their dicks!"

"No…I don't-"

"Oh, don't try to deny it! You must have sucked everyone who works in this mansion at least a dozen times! Those blokes are always talking about you!" he said. "Why else do you think I would want to go out with a fag like you??"

"I…I didn't know," I said, my chin slumping toward my chest.

"Then he lifted my chin and said, "Don't worry, sissy boy. I don't mind at all that you're a cocksucker! Now let's go out into the garden."

Then he offered me his arm, I took it, and we walked toward the door. I couldn't wait for this scene to be over. This jerk was the last person I ever wanted to see. If Jane wanted to cast someone who barged into my bedroom uninvited, why couldn't she have picked Becky instead? Instead I was walking arm in arm with a twelve-year old asshole who was going to make me suck his dick, but not before taunting and humiliating me.

We walked through the door, where another cameraman was waiting, and he followed us out into the garden.

Surrounded by all the flowers and greenery, Ian asked me, "So tell me, Andrea, about that yummy lipstick of yours. When you suck someone's dick, do you leave a red ring around it?"

"I…I don't know," I said. Actually, all the times I was being abused and humiliated, I hardly ever wore lipstick, and had never thought to look for that.

"Seriously?" he exclaimed. "I mean, you must have sucked cock dozens…no, hundreds of times, and you never noticed?"

"I'm sorry, Master Ian," I said, looking down at my feet. "I just never thought to look."

"That's all right, Andrea. I understand," he said soothingly. "As pretty as you are, you can't help being stupid, now can you?"

Yet another insult jarred me. God, I would love to have punched this kid, but that would just hand him the excuse he needed to give me a beating. Then Jane would have her cameramen record everything, it would become one of the highlights of the video, and the viewers would love to see me getting a good beating from a 12-year-old. I forced myself to remember that I was supposed to agree with him, so I just said, "No, Master Ian. I'm just not very bright."

"That's OK, Andrea. We can find out for ourselves right now. The grass in this garden is nice and soft, so it will be easy on your knees when you suck my dick," he said.

Startled, I looked up at him.

"No time like the present, sweetie," he went on, his mouth forming a feral grin. "So get down on your knees!"

I knew this was coming, but I really hated this kid, and I tried to think of a way out. "I…I don't know if I can-"

"Oh, I get it," he said. He reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a length of rope. "Lady Jane told me you really get turned on by being tied up. So turn around!"

"Um, that's very thoughtful of you, Master Ian," I said, "but-"

"Andrea, turn around and put your hands behind your back!' he said, making a circular motion with his index finger, and then shouted, "Now!"

Somehow I had managed to make things even worse. Now I was going to be tied up again. But I had to turn around, and then felt my wrists being bound together with rope. Then he spun me around to face him, and shoved me down to my knees in the grass.

Suddenly he grabbed a handful of the hair at the back of my head, and pulled me face first into his groin. His dick was already hard inside his pants, and I could feel it through his clothes, pressing against my cheek. "Feels good, doesn't it, Andrea?" he asked.

"Y-yes, Master Ian," I said.

"But you really want it in your mouth, don't you?" he asked.

I gulped and repeated, "Yes, Master Ian."

He unzipped his pants, and his dick sprang out, pointing upwards toward my mouth. I opened my mouth to accept the inevitable, and he pulled his dick aside, and it sprang back and slapped my cheek. Then he turned my head aside, and his dick slapped my other cheek. "Are we having fun yet, Andrea?" he asked.

I just wanted to get this over with, and said, "Master Ian, I'm trying to suck you!"

"Andrea, a cocksucker like you…this can't be the first time you've had your face slapped by a dick!" he said.

By now I had run out of patience. "Master Ian, do you want me to suck your dick or not?" I asked.

"Well, not with that attitude!" he snapped. Then he grabbed my hair, and jerked my head back, making me wince. "Now beg for it, slut!"

He let go of my hair, and I had to look up at him and say, "Master Ian, may I please suck your dick?"

"That's better, faggot!" he said, and shoved his dick in my mouth.

Even as small as he was, this was so much more humiliating than sucking the men at the mansion. But it was over quickly, and he spurted over and over, and then made me swallow all of it.

"Well that proves it, sissy boy!" he said triumphantly.

"What?" I said dully, still tasting his cum.

"Look at my dick, faggot!" he said, pointing down at himself. "There's a red lipstick ring!"

I looked over at him, and so there was. I really couldn't have cared less, and didn't bother to say anything.

"Andrea, don't you feel good when you learn something new?" he asked.

"Yes, Master Ian, of course," I mumbled.

"That was terrible," he said, and called out to Jane. "We got to do that line over."

"I agree," Jane called back to us. "We're still rolling! Andrea, put some enthusiasm into it! Ian, take it from the red lipstick ring."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and then Ian recited his line about the ring around his dick. I responded, "Oh Master Ian, I never noticed that before, even with all the cocks I've sucked! Thank you for teaching me this! I'm so glad you let me suck your dick! I don't know how I can ever thank you!"

"That's all right, Andrea," he said. "It was my pleasure!"

Then Jane yelled "Cut!" and I slumped back on my haunches. I was tied up on my knees in a sleazy dress with the cum of a 12-year old in my mouth, and I was thanking him for letting me suck his cock. Then I thought about my parents and what they would think of me if they ever saw this mini-series, and my face must have turned as bright red as my dress.

"You did very well, Andrea," Jane said, helping me up, and starting to untie me. "There were so many things that could have gone wrong with this production, but you managed to get everything done and we finished on time."

I guessed that she meant I held up under all manner of physical and sexual abuse, but I just said, "Thank you, Ma'am."

She finished untying me and said, "I was even going to call you One-Take-Andrea because you never needed more than one take to shoot any scene until this very last one."

"This last scene was kind of challenging," I said. "That kid Ian is mean!"

"Oh, you think so?" she said. "Well, you don't have to worry about him any more. Now get changed into your regular clothes; we'll be having dinner soon."

CHAPTER 9
Me And My Fans

Now that the video was finally done, Jane had asked me to meet her in the main foyer of the mansion. At least my part of it, being abused and humiliated every day on camera, was done. Now it was up to their post-production people to edit it and produce the final video that my fans were eagerly waiting for. So now I could dress normally (for me, anyway) in a blouse and a skirt.

I hurried to the foyer, and asked, "So do I get to go home now?"

"Oh no, I have other plans for you," she said, and pointed to a chair where two housekeepers were standing. "Sit down."

A feeling of dread crept over me as I sat between the two maids. "But I thought we were all finished with the mini-series?"

Then one of the maids pulled up the sleeve of my blouse, and I felt a jab in my arm.

"I looked up in surprise and asked, "What was that?"

"It's just a sedative," Jane said. "You'll only be out for a while."

"But why did I need a sedative?" I asked, pulling my sleeve back down. "And when am I going home? I thought Mr. Silvers just sent me here to make your video!"

"He did. You see, you've outlived your usefulness to him," she said, smiling broadly at me. "And he told me that once we were done with the video, I could do whatever I wanted with you!"

"What??" I said. "No! You can't-"

"Oh, I can do whatever I want with you, little sissy," she said. "And what I'm going to do is hand you over to Ian!"

"Ian? But I did what you wanted! I gave him that blow job in the last scene!"

"Yes, and now that we've finished the video, he doesn't have to take it easy on you," she said, caressing my cheek. "So you better do whatever he wants, or he can bust up that pretty face of yours!"

"Oh, no!" I said, trying to get up, but all of a sudden I felt so weary.

"Just go to sleep, sweetie. We'll tie you up nice and tight, and deliver you to Ian," she said. "Then you can try to beg him for mercy, but as you may have guessed, he really doesn't like you! In fact he really enjoys tormenting you!"

"No," I moaned, but I could barely keep my eyes open.

She stroked my hair and said, "When you wake up, I would not want to be in your pumps!"

I felt my head sliding to one side, the last thing I remember was her cruel laughter ringing in my ears, and then everything went black.

I woke up, and felt a restraint across my chest. I opened my eyes and slowly realized that I was sitting in a car, and it was the shoulder strap of a seat belt.

I was still trying to understand what had happened to me, when a deep voice said, "Nice to see you again, Andrea."

I turned to my left to see Mr. Silvers. We were in the back seat of his limousine.

"Where am I?" I asked, wondering what fresh new hell was waiting for me now.

"Oh, I gave you a ride in my limousine to the beach," he said simply.

"But…but Jane…the director, she said you had given me away to her," I said.

"A practical joke on my part, I hope you'll forgive me," he said. "Actually Jane was very pleased with your work on the mini-series. But I only lent you to her for the summer."

"I'm glad to hear that, sir," I said. "But could you please answer a question for me?"

"Certainly!" he said. "Go ahead!"

"I thought if I behaved myself and did everything you wanted, then you wouldn't send me back to this God-forsaken country!"

"So was there a question in there?" he asked, a smug look on his face.

"I mean, why did you bring me here, when I had done everything you wanted?"

"Sorry about that, Andrea, but business is business. This little vacation of yours was the price that had to be paid for me to close a large and very lucrative business deal with my Australian associates. They really wanted you here, so there was no other way. You have no idea how popular you are here in Australia!"

Yeah, I thought, I'm so popular that they love seeing me abused in their porno movies. "All right, then since I made this mini-series or whatever it is, so do I get to home now?"

"No, because you still have two weeks of vacation left. You don't have to be back at school until September."

"Well then why do I have to be here the next two weeks?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to hear the answer, but all I could think was that I hated this country even more than it hated me.

"You'll see," he said, and pointed. "The beach is down there."

I looked out the window. We were parked up above some remote beach, and I couldn't see any other cars or people around. Now I was getting scared again. I remember my Dad telling me that people can become millionaires without selling their souls, but you have to be a real cut-throat bastard to become a billionaire. I figured there must be a special place in Hell for them, right next to swimming coaches.

So I briefly wondered if he had taken me all they way out here to kill me and then throw my body in the ocean. But then I figured he would probably have a film crew on hand for something like that, and make it into a feature film for the Australians.

"Get going. Head on down to the beach," he said.

I wondered what I was getting myself into now. I might be walking down into another nightmare. Mr. Silvers didn't even make me give him a blow job, so I figured this must be serious. I trudged over to a staircase and made my way down to the beach. As I stepped down onto the sand, a girl's voice called out, "Andrea!"

I turned to see a tall, dark-haired girl in a white swimsuit. It was Noelani, the Hawaiian girl who had given me surfing lessons last year. I ran to her and gave her a hug. "What are you doing here in Australia?" I asked.

"Mr. Silvers said you needed more surfing lessons, so he invited me to come here for a couple of weeks."

By now Mr. Silvers had followed me down to the beach and said, "You did say you wanted to go surfing this summer, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir. That just seemed like a long time ago," I said. A couple of hundred blow jobs ago, for that matter.

"And now you've got two weeks to surf. My chauffeur will be here to take you back to the mansion when you're done for the day."

So he left us there, and Noelani handed me a one-piece yellow swimsuit, pointed to a small shack, and said, "You can change in there."

We had a private beach all to ourselves, and I actually got to enjoy some time in Australia. The surf was good every day for almost two weeks, and I was actually getting better at it. I was living in a mansion, going surfing every day, and no one was sexually abusing me. I ate my meals with Noelani, so I now could chat with her about surfing over dinner instead of having to make small talk with the maids who tied me up, or the men who made me suck them. Once in a while, I was tempted to think that maybe Australia wasn't so bad. But of course I knew better.

The day before I was due to go home, the chauffeur drove Noelani and me to the private beach, but the ocean was flat. No waves at all. "I know another beach," he said. "It's not that far."

So we got back in the limo, and drove down to another beach. But there were lots of people here, up and down the beach. "This is a public beach," I said.

"That's OK," Noelani said. "The surf looks good here."

"It's not the surf I'm worried about," I said. "It's the Australians who might kill me! They've hated me ever since I was a swimmer."

"Oh, stop worrying about that. Look at you now, they won't even recognize you!"

She did have a point. Me with my long blonde hair down to my large breasts. Even I wouldn't recognize me as the boy who came here three years ago. So we grabbed our boards and gear, and went down to the beach.

Noelani and I spread out our beach towels in the sand, and she said, "So what do you do now?"

I knew what she was getting at. She had taught me that the first time I come to a new beach, I don't just go charging out into the water. First I observe the conditions, and learn everything I need to know. "I sit here for at least fifteen minutes."

"Good," she said. "Let me know when you're ready."

I was supposed to watch the waves, see if they're coming in sets, find out where they're breaking, and see if there's a rip tide I can use to ride out into deeper water. It was also important to see if the surfers waited their turn to ride waves. Breaking their rules was a good way to get beat up by the local surfers. However, I found myself paying more attention to the groups of people on the beach. Now there were dozens of them milling around, and I was much more concerned that the locals would somehow recognize me.

After about ten minutes, I thought I had figured out the ocean conditions, and we were good to go. Then a tall teenage boy in a baggy blue swimsuit walked by, and stopped in front of us. I just glanced up at him, and tried not to pay attention.

But he just stood there, staring at us. Finally he asked, "Aren't you Andrea Miles?"

I stared up at him in horror, and then looked over at Noelani, wondering if we should make a run for it. "Yes, she is," Noelani said. "We're here to surf!"

"Wow, I thought that was you! You really do look different!" he said. Then he hurried away.

"I think we better get out of here!" I said.

"Why? We haven't even been in the water yet."

I watched as that boy joined a large group of teenagers. Then it looked like an animated conversation was going on, and some of them were pointing at me! I started to get up. "Noelani, I'm in big trouble! We have to go-"

But she grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. "They're just surfers and you haven't done anything!"

I looked over there and now more than a dozen of those kids were heading toward us. "You don't understand! They don't like me!"

But it was too late. I looked up, and around in all directions, but the gang had us completely surrounded. Then a couple of the kids took out their phones and started taking pictures of me.

"Andrea, will you take a selfie with me?" one of the boys asked.

"Huh?" I asked.

Then Noelani got up, and helped me up to my feet. A girl asked me if I would sign her swim fin. Kids gathered around, and everyone started taking pictures. I had the wild thought that at least there would be plenty of photographic evidence after they killed me.

"I…I'm surprised you recognized me," I told them.

"Oh yeah, Nigel was on TV last month talking about you, how you were on your school swim team now," one kid said. "He said you were dating his sister, is that right?"

"Yeah, Caroline and I go to school together in California now," I said, starting to hope that maybe they weren't going to kill me after all.

"Wow, that's a small world, isn't it?" he said.

Someone produced a felt-tipped pen, and they had me signing all kinds of things, even one girl's shoulder. But against my better judgment, I had to find out what was going on here. "I…uh…I didn't think I was ever very popular here, I mean back when I was swimming," I said hopefully.

"Back then, sure," one of the guys said. "We didn't like you when you were swimming because you were beating all of our swimmers. But you aren't swimming against us any more, so now you're all right!"

Then another one said, "Yeah, and if Nigel says he likes you, that's good enough for us!"

I think I signed autographs and posed for pictures with everyone on the entire beach before I finally got into the water, and even then the other surfers got out of the way and let me ride as many waves as I wanted. It turned out I was a celebrity in Australia, and not just for giving blow jobs in porno movies!

And to top it all off, I surfed so well that day that I impressed not only the Australians, but Noelani, too. I surfed for almost an hour, and didn't even get my hair wet! At last, Noelani and I waved goodbye to the Australian kids, and the chauffeur took us back to the mansion.

When I got there, Jane was waiting for me.

I wagged my finger at her. "You scared me!" I shouted.

"Yeah, I know. That was fun!" she said, and handed me a copy of Northern California Lifestyle magazine. "Ms. Watkins sent this to you; it's an advance copy of their next issue. I bookmarked the page your story starts."

I opened the magazine to see pictures of me surfing last week. "At least they're publishing some of my good rides, and not the wipe outs."

"She said you could use this to explain to your parents…or anyone else who asks, how you spent your summer."

"Yeah, this actually might be very helpful," I said.

The next day, I was ready to leave Australia, and Jane gave me a pill. "Take the pill and sit down. It's a long flight, and this will help you sleep."

At least it wasn't another injection, so I took the pill, and sat down to think about all that had happened to me this summer. At least I was going home, and I remember thinking that somehow I might get my life back in order.

CHAPTER 10
No Longer Useful

I woke up, yawned, and stretched. I was wearing a white nightie, and when I looked up, I saw I was in a canopy bed. I was back on the yacht. Back where my summer had started, and best of all, the penis chastity was gone. It was as though the last two months had never occurred.

After I got dressed, I went up on deck, found Ms. Watkins, and thanked her for including me in her magazine. She arranged to have one of their security guards give me a ride back to my estate.

Bob and Jenny were waiting on the front porch when we drove up. "Welcome home," Bob said.

"Thanks, it's good to be home," I said.

"Andrea, where did you go, and what did you do this summer?" Jenny asked.

I showed them the magazine. "I went on a little surfing safari this summer, an assignment from the magazine, and they told me not to talk about it," I said. "I had some really good rides, too!"

Bob looked at the pictures. "Surfing," he said, and looked down at me impassively. "All right, we're going to assume that's all you did this summer. You went surfing. That's good enough for us."

Bob and Jenny knew how to turn a blind eye to the more bizarre aspects of my life. They also knew enough to not ask questions when they didn't want to hear the answers. They especially didn't want to have to explain to my parents whatever I might have gotten myself into when I was supposed to be in their care.

So I had survived another trip to Australia, this time without major physical or emotional damage. My junior year of high school was about to start, and I received the inevitable text inviting me to a weekend of abuse. I wanted to get my September visit to the yacht done before school started. So there I was, in the first week of September, climbing up onto the yacht. Once aboard, the first person I saw was Ms. Watkins, the editor, dressed in her usual business suit. With a stern look on her face, and without a word, she pointed to an open doorway.

I knew better than to ask her about it, I just nodded to her and walked into the room. Mr Silvers was sitting in a chair, poking away at his phone. As soon as he saw me, he put down his phone, started unzipping his pants, and said, "Andrea, it's good to see you again! Now get down on your knees!"

As usual, he was a busy man, and didn't waste a lot of time on foreplay. It seems we both knew what I was there for, but I asked him anyway, "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" as I dropped to my knees.

He chuckled as he stood over me, and then shoved his dick in my mouth. I hadn't given him a blow jobs in two months, and he was already hard. It wasn't long before he spurted into my mouth.

As I swallowed the entire load and wished I could get the salty taste out of my mouth, he told me to take a seat, and then called for Ms. Watkins. She entered the room and sat in a chair next to him.

As I sat across from them, Mr. Silvers said, "Andrea, while I appreciate the work you did for my associates in Australia this summer…there really is no easy way to say this…I mean, you're still small and cute, but you've gotten too old for my tastes. I'm afraid you've outlived your usefulness."

My mouth dropped open and my eyes went wide with shock. "Oh my God," I finally said. "You're…you're going to kill me!"

The two of them exchanged glances, and they seemed surprised too. "What?? No!" Mr. Silvers said. "Why would I want to do that?"

"You…you said I outlived my usefulness! And I remember those two boys you killed! You threw them overboard!"

"Yes, I did that because you asked me to! Because they tried to kill you!"

"But you said I outlived my usefulness?" I asked.

"What I meant was that my friends and I prefer younger children at our parties. You're sixteen now, and it's time for you to go. You're free, and you no longer have to come to our parties."

"No more parties here?" I asked, hardly believing my ears.

"Oh, you can still come here if you want to," Ms. Watkins said. "You have an open invitation, whenever you want!"

"Um, I don't think-" I started.

"Andrea, you misunderstand," Mr. Silvers said. "From now on, if you come to our parties, you would be an honored guest, not part of the entertainment."

Think about it, Andrea," Ms. Watkins said. "At these parties you would get to rub elbows with important people."

"I've already rubbed a lot more than just their elbows," I observed.

Mr. Silvers actually let out a guffaw, but she went on, "I mean, you could make connections that would advance you in life. You wouldn't be a slave here. You might even have fun on your own terms, if you get my meaning."

I saw the trace of a grin on her face, but right now I had only one thing in mind. "So I can leave right now?" I asked. "I can just walk out of here?"

"Yes, if that's what you want," Mr. Silvers said. "But you know you'll always be welcome here at our parties. Always. The next one will be the first Saturday in October."

"All right, I'll think about it," I lied. "Thank you very much, both of you. I'll be leaving now."

"See you around, Andrea," Ms. Watkins said, as I got up out of my chair.

"Good bye!" I called back to them as I rushed to the door.

I wasn't actually running as I left the yacht, but I was walking as fast as I could go. And as soon as I cleared the gangplank, I started running. I sprinted across the marina to my car, strapped myself in, and pressed the green START button before they could change their minds and call me back there.

My heart was pounding as the engine came to life, and the car drove out onto the open road. I finally exhaled. I was free! A huge weight had been lifted off me, and I wasn't a slave any more! No more double life, and I could just be a normal school kid; well, at least as normal as I could be, looking like me. Finally, life was good! I was going to be captain of the swim team, and I never had to go back to that marina again.

On the drive home, I started to think about them inviting me back to parties on their yacht. They said I was too old for them, so I guess now they would have to find a younger kid to do all the awful things they made me do. And they were inviting me back to join those parties as a guest? Did they think I would enjoy watching another kid being abused? Or did they think I would enjoy doing the abusing, right along with them? Maybe they thought I had paid my dues, and now it was my turn to have some fun.

As I drove along, I thought back to my summer in Australia. It was scary at first, but once I understood that they weren't really going to hurt me, it was kind of exciting. Being dressed up like a girl, and all tied up and being humiliated really turned me on. Jane could see right through me; she put the penis chastity on me so I couldn't have an erection, but she knew I liked it. My kink wasn't a secret. She knew it, and so did Watkins and Silvers.

I wondered about that for the rest of the drive home. As the car drove onto the school grounds, I got my phone out and counted the number of days on the calendar until the first Saturday in October. So maybe I would go back to that yacht one more time. Just one more time would be OK, right?

The End