CHAPTER 1
KIDNAPPED!

I was twelve years old when my life went horribly wrong. I had just come home from sleep-away summer camp, after spending two months swimming, playing sports, and camping. By then my hair was almost down to my shoulders, and Mom told me to get a haircut before I had to go back to school.

I didn't really want to get a haircut, but my big sister Sue said she knew a hairdresser who would give me a trim. She was home from school for the summer, and was about to start her junior year in college, and said she could give me a ride. I got dressed in a tie-dyed T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and off we went.

On the way there, she pointed up at a big white mansion on a hill. There was a fence around it with a guard shack at the entrance gate. "That's some house up there, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but the kids who live there are jerks," I said.

"Oh, you know them?" Sue said.

"Yeah, the girl's cute but she's a bitch, and the boy's a fag. She was in my class, and he's a year older."

"What's the girl's problem anyway?"

"Just your typical stuck-up rich bitch. One time I asked her to kiss me, and she slapped me!"

"She slapped you just for that?"

"Well, maybe there was a little more, but she was way out of line," I said. Actually there was a lot more. After she wouldn't kiss me, I had asked her for a blow job instead, and that's when she slapped me. So then I posted some nasty rumors about her and her fag brother on the internet to embarrass both of them. So we weren't exactly friends.

"A little more?" she asked. "Joey, what did you do?"

"It was nothing, just the stuff kids do," I said.

Soon we parked in front of the salon. The place was empty except for the two young women who work there. Both of them were tall, with dark hair, and they wore white smocks.

Sue said, "My brother is your one o'clock appointment."

One of the women said, "You must be Joey, your sister said you just wanted a trim."

"Right," I said. "I don't want it too short."

"No problem," she said. "We'll need to wash your hair first, but the whole thing should only take about a half hour."

"All right Joey, I'll be back in a half hour to pick you up," Sue said, and she left.

One of the women escorted me into their back room, and I saw another boy about my age standing there next to a couple of sinks.

"He looks a lot like you, doesn't he?" the hairdresser said. "Except of course he has a short, tight haircut."

I looked at the kid, and said, "Yeah, he does but I don't want my hair cut that short."

"Of course not," she said. "But don't you think the resemblance is…striking?"

I turned to look back, and that's when he struck me. I had my chin up in the air, when the punch landed flush on my jaw. My knees buckled, the world spun, and I hit the floor and lay there groaning, as I reached for my aching chin.

"Let me help you up," she said.

As my head swam, I felt her hands under my armpits as she pulled me up to my feet. Then the kid hit me in the stomach twice, and the pain in my gut made me double over as she held me up. Then another punch hit the bottom of my chin, and all I saw were stars as my head snapped back. After that, I just remember being lowered to the floor, and having my T-shirt pulled up over my head and off.

Some time later, I woke up and found myself lying on the floor, still in the back room of the salon. My head hurt, and I wanted to rub it, but I couldn't move. My hands were tied behind my back! I tried to roll over, but my ankles were tied together, and they were tied to my wrists. I tried to scream, only a groan came out, as something was stuck in my mouth and tied there.

"Looks like sleeping beauty's awake," I heard a female voice say.

I looked up to see the two women standing over me, and the boy was off to the side, now wearing my tie-dyed shirt. "Yeah, I really kicked his ass, didn't I?" he said.

"You sure did, you knocked him down with one punch," she said. "But his sister should be back soon, so get out there!"

"And remember, your name is Joey," the other woman said.

What is going on?? I'm lying here half-naked on the floor all tied up, and he's wearing my shirt? I tried to struggle, but the ropes wouldn't budge.

One of the women and the boy went out into the main area of the salon.

"Relax kid, you're not going anywhere," the other woman said. "Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt!"

Then I heard the door chime tinkle. She pulled me up on my knees, and grabbed me by the throat. "Don't make a sound!" she snarled at me. "Or I will choke you out!"

I just knelt there helplessly as I heard my sister talking out in the other room.

"Joey, you look like a different person!" she said.

"That long hair was so hot this summer that I decided to get rid of it," he said.

"Oh, I'm sure Mom will like this much better!" she said.

Then after a while, I heard the door chime again, so I guessed they were gone. That kid was pretending to be me! And Sue had fallen for it! Why did he want to be me? I wondered. And what was going to happen to me now?

One of the women started untying my ropes, and at least I could stretch out my legs again. Then the other one said, "Slide him onto the carpet."

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged along the floor by my ankles onto a carpet. Then they wrapped the carpet around me, and rolled me up in it. I don't know how many times they rolled me over and over, but I was getting dizzy and it was hard enough just to breathe with this gag in my mouth.

"Up we go," I barely heard a woman say, and then I was up in the air, being carried away.

I felt myself being placed somewhere, and then shoved around, and finally a door slammed, and what little light I could see went completely dark. Then I heard the sound of an engine starting up, and we were moving. I was trapped in a car, being taken somewhere!

After a short drive, we parked and the engine stopped. I felt myself being picked up again, and carried away. Eventually I was placed down again, and the carpet unrolled. I blinked against the light, and saw the same two women standing over me. One of them grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me up to my knees.

"We'd rather work on your hair here, in the privacy of our home," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

I groaned from the pain in my scalp, and they picked me up and threw me into a chair next to a sink.

I heard the water running, and one of them said, "Now about that new hairdo you wanted."

They pulled my hair free of the gag, and I felt cold water running through my hair. After they had rinsed it out, they sat me down in another chair, and started brushing and cutting my hair.

"What are you doing?" I tried to ask. "Why are you doing this to me?"

One of the women grabbed my by the chin, which was still sore, and it hurt something awful. "Keep quiet if you don't want a beating!"

"Ow, OK!" I said.

"That's better. You're a cutie," she said. "And now we're going to make you look even cuter!"

I just groaned and had to sit there in the chair, all tied up and half-naked as these women got out their brushes and curling irons and worked on my hair. When they were done, they tied me to the chair with another rope around my neck, and told me not to move.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had been kidnapped from a salon, another kid had gone home with my sister, and now I was having my hair styled by these two hairdressers.

After a while they returned, but now a woman dressed in black had joined them. She was blonde, and probably older than the other two.

"Good work, he looks like a pretty little sissy," she said. "This will do nicely for a start. Put him in the trunk of my car."

I tried to yell into the gag, but one of the woman slapped my face, and squeezed my mouth shut.

"What did I tell you about making noise?" she asked, as I grimaced from the pain in my cheek.

She let go of my face and I quieted down. Then she untied me from the chair, threw me over her shoulder, and all three of them walked down into their garage. Then I saw an open car trunk, and was immediately dumped into it.

"You can take it from here?" one of the woman asked the blonde.

"Sure. He hasn't been broken yet, but this won't take long," she said, looking down at me. "He doesn't look too tough!"

Then the trunk slammed shut, and soon we were off again. After another short drive, we came to a stop. The trunk opened, the blonde slung me over her shoulder, and once again I was being carried around like a sack of potatoes. Finally she dumped me on the concrete floor of a garage.

I looked around and the garage was empty except for a couple of white plastic chairs. Then the blonde was talking into her phone. "OK kids, I'm here. It's party time!"

I just lay there on the floor, bound and gagged, looking up at her. This didn't look like the place for a party. Wasn't anyone going to tell me what was going on?

Soon, a boy and a girl walked in, and I recognised them. Jenny, the cute blonde girl I had asked for a blow job, and Gary, her fag brother.

They hadn't forgotten me, either. "Well, well," she said. "What have we here?"

"Joey, I love what you've done with your hair," Gary said. "Those curls are lovely!"

I had no idea what my hair looked like, but right now that was the least of my problems. I had made life miserable for these two, and now I was at their mercy. I tried to talk into the gag, but even I couldn't understand what I was saying.

"Kids, would you like me to give him a beating?" the woman asked.

I looked up in horror at her, and then over to them.

"First let's see if he behaves himself," Jenny said, and then she turned to me. "Joey, you gave me and Gary a lot of grief, all because I wouldn't give you a blow job! We had to transfer to a new school for this year, all because of the rumors you started, and the things you said about us online!"

Now I was really getting nervous. Was everything that happened to me today all because of that, was that what had brought me here?

"I think it's time he got that blow job," Gary said. "Only he's not going to be pitching, he's going to be catching!"

Jenny got her phone out and said, "I want to record this!"

I looked up at him and shook my head. No way was I giving this fag a blow job!

"What's the matter, Joey, you don't want to?" he asked.

I shook my head even harder.

"All right, I won't bother asking you again," he said. "Brooke, would you deal with him?"

"It will be a pleasure!" the woman said.

Oh no! Was she going to give me a beating now? But I was all tied up, and there was nothing I could do! She grabbed me, stood me up, and started pulling my pants down. Then she pulled my underwear down, and Jenny laughed as I was completely exposed.- She threw me over the arm of one of the chairs, and untied my ankles, and then pulled off my pants and underwear, leaving me completely naked.

I tried to struggle, but she shoved me face down into the chair, with my butt in the air. And then I felt her fingers working into my ass, and I bucked and squirmed, but she still held me down as she smeared something cool into my ass.

Then Gary said, "Joey, you only have two holes, and I was going to put this in your mouth, but you didn't want that. So you don't give me any choice."

First I felt him lifting one of my legs by the crook of my knee, and then I screamed as his dick started to penetrate me. I squirmed and struggled, but that woman held me down, and Gary pushed his way deeper inside me. I felt my eyes fill with tears, and then they streamed down my cheeks as he slammed himself inside me over and over. After what seemed like forever, he spurted inside me, and then pulled out.

I just lay there bent over the chair, crying into the gag.

After a while, Jenny said, "Joey, the next time my brother asks you for a blow job, I think you better give it to him. Unless you want to do this again!"

As I sniffled and whimpered, the woman asked her, "Did you get all of that?"

Jenny held up her phone. "Oh, yeah! Now we'll see how he likes it when I post this on the internet!"

My vision blurry with tears, I looked up in horror and shook my head.

"Oh, you don't want that?" she asked. "Well, there isn't anything you can do about it, now is there? You like to take advantage of girls, don't you? You enjoy hurting girls, don't you? Well now you belong to us, and my brother and his friends are going to fuck you like a girl! Then we'll see how much you like that!"

"All right kids, call the household staff to assemble out here," the woman said.

Jenny and Gary left me there with this woman, and I just lay there wondering when this horrible nightmare would end.

"In case you're too stupid to figure this out," she said. "You've already been replaced. As far as your family knows, Joey is home with them. You don't exist any more. I could kill you right now, and no one would ever look for you. Do you understand me?
I looked up at her, sniffled, and nodded my head.

"Then I highly recommend you do as you're told if you want to go on living!"

I nodded again. I hated to admit it, but she was right. Not only had I already been beaten and raped, but she could kill me whenever she wanted.

CHAPTER 2
A NEW HOME AND NEW NAME

I was still lying there on the floor when a group of women walked in. All of them wore the same maid's uniform, gray with a white apron. One of them spoke up. "I'm Marge, the head of housekeeping, and this is my staff," she said.

"I'm Brooke," the woman in black said. "I'm going to teach you how to discipline your slave."

My eyebrows went up. Slave? I'm tied up and naked in front of all these women, and they think I'm a slave??

"First we're going to work on tying him up." Then she grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, "Get up, slave!"

I screamed into the gag, but I still couldn't get up until she grabbed one of my arms, and pulled me up to my feet.

She reached into a huge canvas bag, and pulled out a length of white rope. "Now I'm going to see if I can tie his elbows together," she said, and looped the rope around my elbows, and started tightening it.

The pain in my shoulders made me wince, and she finally decided she couldn't go any further, and tied the rope off above my elbows. Then she turned me around, stuck a finger inside the rope and said, "Make sure you can get a finger under the rope, so you won't cut his circulation off. That would kill him, which would be no great loss, but then you wouldn't get to play with him any more."

"Could I try that?" Marge asked.

"Of course, I want all of you to get some practice. First untie his wrists, and don't worry about him getting lose. With his elbows tied, he is quite helpless. Not that he would be stupid enough to try anything," she said, and then gave my hair another tug. "Isn't that right, faggot?"

I nodded my head and tried to say, "Yes, Ma'am."

The rope came off my wrists, and they ached something awful as I tried to shake them. But the woman immediately started tying me again.

"Not like that," Brooke said. "First put the two ends of the rope together, then wrap it around his wrists by putting the free ends through the loop. Then wrap it around and around, making sure it's not too tight, and then tie it off."

She did it well enough to satisfy Brooke, and then all of the maids took turns tying and untying my wrists, elbows, and ankles. All of these servants shoving me around like they were practicing on a mannequin or a test dummy.

"Have you decided on a name for the slave?" Brooke asked.

"I think we will leave that up to the kids," Marge said. "I'm sure they'll come up with a name the little bastard deserves."

"Good idea,' she said, and then pulled me face to face with her. "But you will address everyone as 'Mistress' or 'Sir.' Is that clear?"

I nodded my head and tried to say, "Yes, Mistress."

"Now he needs a proper gag." she said, untying the gag, and prying a cloth out of my mouth. "If you ever need to stuff his mouth like this, make sure you bundle it up so there are no loose ends inside his mouth. They could get into his throat, make him start gagging, and that could kill him too."

How many ways are there for them to kill me without even trying? I wondered.

Then she held up what looked like a black panel with a pink dick sticking out of it. "This is a penis gag, and it will be very useful for training him," she said, as a murmur went around the room. "You'll want him to get plenty of practice so he knows what to do when big guys stick the real thing in his mouth!"

Now the women were laughing at me openly, as I looked up at the fake penis she was going to shove in my mouth.

"But this is the gag you will want to use on him most often," she said, and held up a red ball with a strap sticking out of each side. Then she forced it into my mouth, and once it was behind my teeth, she buckled it in place behind my head. "It's your choice whether you want to tie his lovely sissy hair back with it like this, or let it fall all around his face. The important thing is that the ball will give him something to bite down on while you're beating him!"

I looked up at her in horror. These women were going to beat me?

"Now this is the small ball gag," she said, "So he can keep it in his mouth for a long time. I have a much larger one that will force his mouth open, but that might make his jaw lock after a while, and then the poor thing wouldn't be able to talk or eat or really do much of anything. So for now we will use this small one."

Then she reached into her bag again, and held up a paddle in one hand, and a wooden cane in the other. I looked from one to the other, and I was about ready to faint.

"Ladies, would one of you bend him over the arm of this chair with his butt up in the air?"

Three of the maids hurried forward, eager to get their hands on me. The first one grabbed me, and threw me over the arm of the chair.

"The paddle covers a nice wide area, and will make his butt nice and red, but it won't cause that much pain," Brooke said.

Then she hit me, and the sharp pain in my butt made me scream into the ball gag. Not much pain? Speak for yourself, bitch!

"The cane will make nice red lines, and it will hurt a lot more!" she said.

Then she hit me with the cane, and the searing pain in my butt made me struggle and flail against the ropes, but the maid held me down.

"See that red stripe? It's important not to hit him in the exact same place twice in a row. The idea is not to break the skin or cause any welts. If you draw even a drop of blood, you have to stop," she said. "Anyone can beat a slave to a bloody mess, but we want to avoid that. However, if he misbehaves, you can turn him over to professionals for more discipline. We are very good at eliminating unwanted behavior!"

By now I had calmed down and caught my breath enough to hear Marge ask, "Can we try that?"

"Of course, everyone will get their turn at him, but only use the paddle for now," Brooke said. "We need to break him in without killing him. At least not yet."

Then all the maids lined up and took turns hitting me. I moaned and groaned each time my poor butt got hit.

"Ladies, I'm sure you can do better than that!" Brooke said. "Why don't all of you try again?"

I whimpered into the gag. All of them were going to hit me again.

"Something the matter, faggot?" Brooke asked me.

I shook my head and tried to say, "No, Mistress."

"I didn't think so," she said. "All right, let's give that another shot!"

All of them hit again, and by the end my butt felt like it was on fire, and I was fighting back tears. As I lay doubled over on the chair, I felt a metal ring being locked around my ankle. When they dragged me up to my feet, I saw a chain leading from my ankle to a metal ring set in a corner of the concrete floor. There was a large mat made of wooden slats on the floor.

"Here's the key," Brooke told Marge, and handed it to her. "If he behaves himself, you can unlock him long enough to shower and take a crap. But if he gives you any trouble, or even looks at you the wrong way, feel free to give him a beating, and then call me. I'll be happy to straighten him out for you!"

"You hear that?" Marge asked me, and pointed to the wooden mat in the corner. "This is your home, and that is your bed."

I looked over at the corner and started to hobble over there.

When I got to the mat, Marge grabbed me, said, "Make yourself comfortable," and threw me down on the mat.

I winced and screamed as my butt hit the mat, and I rolled over on my side to look up at them.

Then Marge stood over me and asked, "Do you want something to drink, you little shit?"

I just nodded my head. I was thirsty and hungry.

"Then keep quiet for an hour. Be a good little slave and we'll bring you some water."

I nodded again and tried to say, "Yes, Mistress."

Then they all left me there in the garage. It doesn't get very cold here in Los Angeles, but I was lying there naked on a wooden mat, tied up, gagged and chained to a concrete floor.

An hour must have gone by, when they returned. It was Marge and two of her maids. One of the maids put a bowl of water on the floor in front of me, and the other one took the ball gag out of my mouth. Then the two of them started untying me. Each time a rope came off, it hurt even more as the circulation returned. I groaned as I rubbed my wrists and ankles.

"Keep quiet for the rest of the day, and we might bring you something to eat," Marge said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"You don't sound very grateful for that bowl of water," she said. "Maybe I should kick it away!"

"Thank you, Mistress!" I said. "Thank you for bringing me this water."

Then the three of them left, and I gulped down the water. I was still chained to the wall and naked, and hungry, but at least they had untied me, and I could just lie here on this mat.

I tried to fall asleep but I couldn't. This wooden mat wasn't very comfortable, and my butt was still sore. But eventually, I heard someone approaching, and I figured I would finally get something to eat.

Then Jenny and Gary walked in.

"Nice place you got here," she said. "A little spartan, though."

"Is this what they call a man cave?" Gary asked.

"Not for him, that's for sure," she said. "Maybe a sissy cave would be more like it."

I just sat there and waited to see what they wanted from me.

"I brought you something to wear," she said, and held out a folded pink cloth.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. I took it from her, and when I unfolded it, I was holding a frilly nightgown.

"It's a babydoll, so it won't even reach to your knees. But it's better than being naked, right? And I think it's perfect for a sissy like you!"

"Um, thank you again, Mistress," I said, holding it out at arm's length as though it were radioactive.

"Well don't just sit there, sissy, put it on!" she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and stood up to climb into the pink nightgown.

"Aw, don't you look cute!" Gary said.

"Thank you, sir," I said.

"I think we should name him Sissy," she said. "Because he's such a sissy."

Gary thought about it for a minute and shook his head. 'No, sissy is a good name, but I think we can do better. Seeing him in that little babydoll nightgown, I think we should call him Pansy because he's such a pansy!"

Jenny clapped her hands together. "Oh, I like that even better!" she said.

How can this be happening to me? I wondered. They made me dress in a pink nightgown, and this fag is calling me a pansy!

Then Gary walked up to me and said, "So do you like the new name I gave you, Pansy?"

I grimaced and frowned, and Jenny finally said, "Go ahead, Pansy, just swallow your pride and admit it!"

So I said, "Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Well, you know what, Pansy? Your pride isn't the only thing you're going to swallow tonight! Why don't you get down on your knees so you can thank me properly?"

A chill went down my spine. I had to give this fag a blow job now. I knew what he would do to me if I refused. The same thing he did to me last time, and my butt was still hurting.

"Yes, sir," I said, and slowly sank to my knees at his feet.

Then his shorts and underwear were around his ankles, and his dick was in front of my face.

"What are you waiting for, Pansy?" he said. "That dick isn't going to suck itself, you know!"

"Yes, sir," I said, and took him in my mouth. I grabbed his butt cheeks, and slid his shaft in and out of my mouth, licking it as I went. He quickly grew and then started spurting. I got the salty taste in my mouth, but he slid out and a couple of spurts landed on my face too.

"I thought you were going to swallow all of it," he said. "I guess you need more practice, huh?"

"Maybe little Pansy just wanted a facial," Jenny said. "Then she rubbed her palm in the goo, and started smearing it all over my face!

"Oh, that looks nice!" Gary said. "You should get some pictures of that!"

"Good idea," she said, and got her phone out. Then she started taking pictures of me on my knees in a pink nightgown, with cum smeared all over my face.

"Maybe we should post these pictures on the internet?" Gary said. "Give Pansy a taste of his own medicine!"

"Yeah, he really deserves that, doesn't he?" she said. "But let's wait until we have a bigger collection of photos. I have some big plans for little Pansy!"

I just knelt there cringing, wondering how I had gotten into this mess, and how I could get out it.

"Pansy, I brought you something else to put on," Jenny said.

Whatever it was, I thought it had to be better than this short pink nightgown. But when I looked up, she was holding out a vial of nail polish.

"Put this on your nails. Fingers, toes, all twenty of them. We'll check back with you to make sure you've done a good job!"

"Nice color, sis," Gary said. "That pink will match his nightgown."

"Yes, he'll look really cute in that shade, won't he?"

"I think so," he said. "And my friends will think so, too!"

Oh no! Gary's friends spelled even more trouble for me. If they were anything like him, and I was sure they would be…

Then the two of them were off, calling to me, "See you later, Pansy," as they walked out, laughing.

CHAPTER 3
GOOD LITTLE SLAVE GIRL

So I sat there painting my toenails pink, and then my fingernails. Then while I was waiting for them to dry, Marge returned, holding a half loaf of bread.

She looked me over and asked, "What have we here? What's all that on your face?"

"Gary made me…um," I said.

"He made you suck his cock?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Then he smeared some on my face," I said. I didn't have any way to wipe it off except on my nightgown, and I was afraid to do that.

"He certainly put you in your place, didn't he?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Then next time maybe you'll swallow all of it like a good little cocksucker!"

I could feel myself turning red. "Yes, Mistress."

"Jenny said you want to be called Pansy from now on," she said.

"That's the name they gave me," I said.

"But you ARE a pansy, aren't you? You look like a pansy in that nightgown, that's for sure."
"Yes, Mistress," I said. The way my stomach was growling, I would agree to anything if she would just give me that bread.

"Hold out your hands so I can get a better look at your nails."

So I showed off my pretty nails.

"Your nails are very pretty, Pansy. It's not the best job, but I'm sure you'll get better at it with more practice."

"I'll try to do better, Mistress."

She held up the loaf of bread. "Would you like to eat now, Pansy?"

I looked up at it and tried to keep my mouth from watering. "Yes please, Mistress."

"Then lie down on your back, and then turn your head to face me," she said.

So I lay there at her feet, and turned to face her.

"Now I am going to step on your face, and you are going to lie there and take it because you are a slave. Is that clear?" she asked me.

"Um, yes, Mistress," I said.

Then she placed the sole of her shoe on my cheek, and pressed down on my face. "Now listen to me, you worthless little slave. Tell me that you are a pansy, and you will never be anything but a pansy, and that is why you want to be called Pansy from now on!"

With my face stuck between her foot and the cold concrete floor, I didn't have any choice. "I'm a pansy! I'll never be anything but a pansy, so I want to be called Pansy from now on!"

At last she took her foot off my face. "Very good, Pansy, you're learning," she said, and dropped the loaf of bread on the floor. "Now enjoy your dinner."

As she walked out and left me there, I rubbed my sore cheek, and picked up the bread. I hoped the five-second rule for dropped food applied, and started biting off hunks of bread.

After I finished eating the bread, I crawled over to the wooden mat, and as uncomfortable as it was, I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the following morning to find Marge, the head of housekeeping, and two maids standing over me.

"Mistress, I have to go to the bathroom something awful," I said.

"I'm not surprised. But do you think you deserve to use a bathroom? Are you going to be a good little slave? Or maybe we should just make you stay right here in a pile of your own shit and piss!"

"Mistress, please! I'll be a good little slave!"

"All right then, we're going to take you over to the bathroom in the basement of the servant quarters. No one ever uses that one," she said. "But if you try to run away…if you try anything at all, we will beat you until you are nothing! Do you understand me, Pansy?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I really have to go to the bathroom!"

They took my nightgown off, unchained me and marched me naked a short distance to the house where the servants lived. Then they took me downstairs to a tiny bathroom. It was just a sink, a toilet and a shower. As I hurried to the toilet, I glanced in the mirror over the sink and saw my hair, long brown curls spilling everywhere. But right now that was the least of my problems.

I sat on the toilet and had to pee and take a dump right there in front of all of them. But at least I was relieved to get that over with.

"Now get in the shower!" Marge said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and climbed into the shower.

One of the maids detached the shower head, and started spraying me with it. I yelped as the cold water hit my chest.

"Looks like little Pansy isn't used to cold showers!" Marge said.

Then all of them laughed, and one of them said, "She'll get used to it soon enough!"

They turned me around and around, spraying water on me, lathering me with soap, and then rinsing me off. I was so cold that my teeth were chattering.

"Be a good little slave girl and behave yourself, and we'll let you use warm water next time," Marge said.

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," I said. "I will

As the maids wrapped a pink terry cloth robe around me, Marge said,"No body hair. I thought we would have to shave you but it looks like you're completely hairless."

After they dried me off and I stopped shivering, they took the robe off me and sat me down naked on the toilet.

"Spread your legs!" Marge ordered me.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and did so

She took a good look at me and said, "My god. that thing is tiny! You look like a girl already!"

As both of the maids laughed, I looked down at my shrunken penis. "It's the cold water did that!" I protested.

"No matter," she said, and took hold of my penis and balls with one hand, and held a metal tube up to me.

"What…what is that?" I asked, and tried to pull away from her.

"Pansy, I thought you said you were going to be a good little slave girl," she said. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Um…no, Mistress. I just don't know what that thing is…I wanted to know what you're doing down there with it."

"Nothing to worry about," she said. "It's just something to keep you out of trouble."
As I watched, after much pulling and tugging on my penis, it slid into the metal tube. Then the attached metal ring was locked around the base of my genitals. As embarrassing as this was, at least it didn't hurt.

Then they marched me back to the concrete garage, and chained me to the wall again. One of the maids put a bowl of water and a plate with a hunk of bread on the floor.

"Enjoy your breakfast," Marge said. "Then keep quiet and behave yourself, and maybe we'll give you some clothes."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then they left me to dine on bread and water. After that I just lay there naked on my wooden mat, chained to the wall, wondering what they were going to do to me, and how I could get out of here. At least they left me alone for the rest of the morning.

Around mid-day, two of the maids returned with another bowl of water and some bread.

"Is that all I will ever get to eat here? Bread and water?" I asked them.

They looked at each other, and one of them said, "She wants more variety in her diet? We can help her out with that."

Then they left, taking the bread and water with them. A few minutes later, they returned, and one of them held up a rope.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back!" she said.

I reluctantly did so, and then felt my wrists being bound together. By the time she got done tying me up, and shoving me down on my knees, there was a bowl of brown food on the floor in front of me.

"This is dog food, and you're going to eat it like a dog!" she said. "You don't even need any water because it makes its own gravy. Now dig in!"

I stared down at the dog food and sniffed it. It smelled like spoiled food, and as I recoiled from it, one of the maids grabbed my hair, and pulled my face down into it.

"I said, eat it!" she snarled at me.

"Maybe she needs a good beating first!" the other one said.

'No, I'll eat it right now!" I said, and took a bite of the dog food.

It was awful. It tasted even worse than it smelled. But she held me over the bowl, and I ate one awful bite after another until I finished it.

"Maybe next time you won't complain about the food so much, Pansy!" she said, and let go of me.

"No, Mistress, I won't."

She stood over me and said, "Good, because next time we'll give you the beating first and then make you eat the dog food. Do I make myself clear?"

I looked up at her and nodded. "Yes, Mistress, I understand," I said.

Then they left me there, only now I was tied up and I had the rotten taste of dog food in my mouth.

I just lay there on the wooden mat for a long time. I couldn't do anything with my hands tied behind me, but the ropes weren't tight enough to be uncomfortable.. But after a while, Jenny and Gary walked in on me.

"Pansy, I heard you had dog food for lunch, is that right?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"That's what you get for complaining about the food!" she said. "You aren't very bright, are you?"

I just fumed but I didn't want to do anything that would get me punished even further. "I won't do it again, Mistress,"

"Oh, so maybe you're not as stupid as I thought," she said, and held up a bottle of water. "I brought you some water so you could wash the dog food out of your mouth."

My eyes narrowed. Why was she being nice to me? "Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"Yeah," Gary said. "I don't want you getting any dog food on my dick when you suck it."

That explained it. Of course, I thought, as she poured the water in the bowl.

"Could you please untie me first?" I asked. "I can drink the water a lot faster if I can use my hands, and then I can, uh…"

"And then you can suck my cock?" Gary added helpfully.

I frowned. "Yes, sir," I said. "You won't have to wait so long."

"Oh Pansy, isn't that considerate of you?" she said. "You know what, I think you're really a slut and you can't wait to suck Gary's cock!"

"I…I'll do whatever you want but could you please untie me so I can drink the water?"

She walked around behind me, pulled me up on my knees, and as she untied me she said, "All right slut, since you're in such a hurry to suck Gary's cock, drink up and then ask him nicely if he'll let you suck his cock!"

My hands came free, and as I drank the cool water, I tried not to wince at the thought of having to beg this fag to let me suck his cock. But taking it in my mouth was a lot better than taking it up the ass. I looked up at him. "Sir, may I please suck your dick?" I asked.

A moment later, his dick was in my mouth and starting to grow. It slid in and out, and then spurted a few times. So now the dog food taste was replaced by the salty cum taste as I swallowed it.

Gary caught his breath and said, "Pansy, you're getting better at giving blow jobs. But they say practice makes perfect, and I'm going to give you a lot of practice! Won't that be fun?"

I just knelt there, looking down. Then Jenny grabbed my chin and lifted it. "My brother just asked you a question!" she snapped. "Now answer him!"

"Yes sir, it will be fun," I mumbled.

Then Gary left, but Jenny stayed there, looking down at me. "Pansy, you are going to do as you're told, and be a good little slave girl, and if you ever give us any attitude, I will invite my brother's friends over to play with you, and those guys will pound your ass all night long! Do you understand me?"

"Yeah," I muttered.

Then the entire side of my face stung as she slapped me hard. "Now that's what I'm talking about, you little bitch! Lie face down with your hands behind your back!"

"Yes, Mistress!" I said, and did as she ordered me.

Then I felt her weight on my back as she straddled me and tied my hands behind me. Then I felt my ankles being bound, and finally she drew them up in a hogtie. As I lay there helpless, I could only wonder what was coming next as she stood over me.

"I think you will want to be a sweet little slave girl from now on, isn't that right?"

By now I was starting to figure out what was expected of me. "Yes, Mistress, I'd like that very much," I said.

"Good, because I have some dresses I've never wanted to wear. Frilly, girlie dresses that my parents got for me, that would make me look like some kind of ridiculous princess, but I think they would be perfect for you!" Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up on my knees. "You'd like to get dressed up, wouldn't you? I mean even a slut like you doesn't want to be naked all the time, right?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'd like to get dressed up!" I said.

"Good!" she said, and shoved me face down again. "Now you just lie there and think about how you can behave like a nice, sweet little girl from now on!"

"Yes, Mistress!" I said, as she stomped away and left me there.

I was alone for hours, thinking about my future as a sweet little slave girl. But if I didn't do what Jenny wanted, she would have Gary's friends visit me. And I was sure they were all fags too, and they would want to use my ass, and they were probably bigger than him…I didn't even want to think about it. So I really did not want Jenny getting mad at me.

That evening Marge and a couple of maids walked in to find me hogtied on the floor.

"Jenny told me you're going to be a good little slave from now on," Marge said.

"Yes, Mistress, I will," I said.

"So tell me, what's your name?" she asked.

"My name is Pansy, Mistress," I said. Then both of the maids snickered.

"I see. Pansy, are you a boy?" she asked.

"No, Mistress, I'm a girl," I said. Then the maids started laughing openly, and I felt my face turning red.

"She also said you'd like to wear pretty dresses from now on, is that right?"

"Yes Mistress," I said. "I'd really like to."
"Good, then tomorrow we'll get you all prettied up in some of Jenny's clothes," she said, and started untying me.

When the ropes came off, my wrists and ankles ached even more, and I rubbed them as I lay there on the wooden mat with all of them standing over me, wondering what would come next.

"Pansy, do you like sucking Gary's cock?" Marge asked me.

Oh, I really wanted to yell at her, but I just said, "I will do what he wants me to."

"Well maybe it's an acquired taste," she said. "Do you think if you got more practice, you'd learn to like sucking cock more?"

"I don't know," I said, looking down. "It's not something I ever thought about."

"Then we'll leave you here now, and maybe you can think about it overnight."

So they left me chained up to the wall for the night. Now what did they want me to do, think about how much I liked sucking cocks? These were some sick, twisted people.

CHAPTER 4
BAD LITTLE SLAVE GIRL

The next morning after I had been forced to take a cold shower, a pair of maids dried me off and then started dressing me in a pink bra and a matching set of panties. Then they wrapped some white piece of cloth around my waist, and started lacing it tighter and tighter.

"Mistress, what is this?" I asked, gasping for breath.

"It's a waist cincher," she said. "It will give you a much nicer figure."

"But it's so tight! I can hardly breathe!" I said.

"You'll get used to it," she said, and shoved her knee into my back so she could tie it even tighter.

"And then we'll get you into a corset, so we can really take in your waist," the other one said.

I just groaned and tried to catch my breath.

"Take shallow breaths, Pansy," she said. "You're going to be a pretty little sissy when we're done with you!"

I just leaned against a wall for balance, when the maid held up a frilly white dress with puffy shoulders and sleeves. "You're just dying to try this on, aren't you, Pansy?"

I just sighed and said, "Yes, Mistress, could you please help me into that dress? This waist cincher is so tight that I can hardly move."

"Oh, you poor baby! Of course I'll help you," she said, and the two of them held me as I stepped into the dress, and they zipped it up.

"There, it's so much better to be wearing clothes again, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and then she started brushing out my wet hair.

"Your hair is still damp, so I think you'll just wear it brushed straight back today," she said. "But we'll use this hair band to keep it in place."

Then I saw a white hair-band with a big pink bow, which they placed on my head, pulling my hair back behind my ears.

"Now aren't you a pretty little sissy?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said dully. "Thank you."

"All right then, lets get you tied up and then we can leave you here for the kids to play with. If you promise to be a good girl, we won't gag you."

Well, at least that was something. "Yes, Mistress. I promise to be a good girl," I said.

So they set me on the concrete floor, hogtied me, and left me there. But at least I didn't have a gag stretching my mouth.

After a while, Gary and Jenny showed up.

"Pansy, I see you're moving up in the world," Jenny said. "They let you stay in the servant quarters, and not just the garage. And don't you look cute in that dress!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"Gary, what do you think? Isn't she a pretty little sissy?" she said, pulling me up onto my knees. "I think the little pansy looks better in that dress than I ever did!"

I looked over at Gary, and he didn't have to say a word for me to know what he was thinking. I was all tied up on my knees in this sissy dress with a bow in my hair, and his dick was making a tent out of his shorts.

"So tell me, Pansy…do you like sucking cock?" she asked.

I tried to look at her, but I couldn't take my eyes off Gary who was already pulling down his shorts.

"Sis, you can talk about that stuff later," he said, his dick springing free from his underwear.

"Oh, all right, you just can't wait, can you?" she said, getting her phone out and pointing it at me.

I must have been his wet dream in this outfit because his dick was already hard, and he had his hand behind my head, shoving his dick in and out of my mouth before he spurted, filling my mouth with the salty taste.

Jenny put her phone away, and asked me, "So you DO like sucking cocks, don't you, Pansy?"

There was only one safe way to answer that, so I said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, because we invited someone over, and I'd really like you to suck his cock, too. That won't be a problem for you, will it?"

Now who could that be? Someone with a huge dick? "I…uh…I hope he isn't too big is all," I offered.

"Well of course I don't know for sure, but he's our age, so I doubt that will be a problem. So you'll be a good little sissy and do it, right?"

"Yes, Mistress.," I said.

They left me alone for a while on my knees with that taste in my mouth, but then I heard them returning. Gary, Jenny, and someone else. He was wearing a tie-dyed T-shirt. MY tie-dyed T-shirt! It was the kid who beat me up in the salon!

"Pansy, this is my friend Joey," she said.

I stared up at him in horror. How could this be happening?

"So, we meet again," he said.

"Oh, do you two know each other?" Jenny asked.

"Not really, I just beat him up and took everything he had…I mean back when he was a boy," he said. "But he looks a lot cuter as a girl. What's her name now?"

I stared up at Jenny, and she said, "Go ahead, sissy, tell him your name."

"My…my name is Pansy," I said.

"Come on," she said. "Isn't there more? Why do we call you Pansy?"

"Because I'm a pansy," I muttered.

Then he burst out laughing, and when he finally collected himself, he said, "All right, talk to me, Pansy, you really like being tied up in pretty dresses?"

I had just about enough of this. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "You're wearing my shirt! You're living my life now?"

"Better me than you! Don't I deserve it more than a little sissy cocksucker like you?"

"No! You don't deserve anything! I got beat up and kidnapped and now I'm a slave because of you!"
"Pansy, shut up!" Jenny shouted at me. "The only thing I want you to use your mouth for is sucking his cock now!"

"Yeah, that's really why I'm here," he said. "They told me you're getting better at it. But you need more practice!"

"There is no way I'm sucking your cock, you bastard! I don't care what they do to me! You stole my life and now you want me to suck you? You put that thing in my mouth and I will bite it off!"

"Maybe the sissy needs a good beating," he said. "Maybe she'll change her mind after I kick the shit out of her."

"Joey, wait," she said. "I have another idea."

"Don't call him that!" I shouted. "That's MY name, it's not his name!"

"That's all right," he said. "I've been looking forward to giving you another beating and this is just the excuse I need to do it!"

"Gary, would you get the-"

"I'm way ahead of you, Sis," he said. He had a metal ring with straps attached to it.

Then she pulled my head back, and he forced the ring in, stretching out my mouth.

"What the hell is that?" the fake Joey asked.

"It's a ring gag. They gave it to us just in case Pansy was disobedient, and didn't want to suck cock like she's supposed to. This way she can't close her mouth."

"Oh, I get it," he said, unzipping his pants. "Now the sissy's going to suck my dick, and she can't do anything about it!"

I gave him the dirtiest look I could, but he just laughed, grabbed my head, and shoved his dick into my mouth. I may as well have just been an object as he rammed it into my mouth over and over, and then spurted inside my mouth, and held me there, forcing me to swallow all of it.

"Admit it, Pansy," he said. "You really loved that, didn't you?"

I just shook my head and tried to scream at him.

"Yeah, I get it. You're a total slut, and you like it rough! That's why you belong here, and I belong where I am, living your life. You know, Mom and Sue never suspected me, not even for a minute! In fact, they said I seem a lot nicer since I came home from summer camp and got my hair cut. I guess that's because I'm not a total asshole like you!"

Then all of them burst into laughter, and I just knelt there, shaking with rage and embarrassment.

"That's OK, Pansy. I'm where I belong, and you're where you belong. On your knees, dressed up like a girl, tied up, and with my cum in your mouth! It's really a shame I have to go because I'd really like to do this again!"

"Oh, we'll be sure to invite you back," Jenny said, and turned to me. "After we've taught her some manners!"

"Good idea, I'll see you around then," he said.

He left, and Jenny stood over me. "You have a lot to learn about being a good little slave girl, don't you, Pansy?"

I couldn't talk with the ring gag in my mouth, which was just as well, because if I said what I wanted to, I would have gotten into even more trouble. They left me there, hogtied face down on the concrete floor with that awful ring gag making my jaw ache.

After a while, a couple of maids brought me lunch. A bowl of rice and a bowl of water. They took the gag out of the mouth, which finally allowed me to try to work the stiffness out of my jaw. Then they undid the hogtie, but left my hands tied behind me.

"Eat like a dog, Pansy," one of them said. "And just be glad it's not dog food, because the next time you misbehave, it will be."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, and tried to start eating.

They left me alone, and it took a long time to eat, but I finally managed to eat most of the rice and drink most of the water.

I had barely finished eating when Jenny came in with a woman. She was a blonde dressed in black leather…oh no, it was Brooke, the woman who had brought me here in the first place.

"Pansy, I'm very disappointed in you," she said.

"She told us she was going to be a good little slave girl," Jenny said. "But she's still a nasty little bitch, and she really needs to learn some manners!"

"Oh don't you worry, Jenny," Brooke said, as she pulled me up to my feet. "I can take care of that!"

Now how much trouble was I in? I wondered. "Mistress, I-" I started.

Then she slapped me hard, making the whole side of my face sting.

"Oh!" I gasped.

"Be quiet, Pansy, or I will gag you," she said. "I don't want to hear another word from you!"

"Pansy, why don't you start talking so she can beat you?" Jenny taunted me. "She's going to do it anyway, so you might as well get your beating started here so I can watch!"

"That's not a bad idea, Jenny," she said. "But I have other plans for her!"

Then she picked me up, and threw me over her shoulder.

"Will you be bringing her back to us?" Jenny asked.

"That depends on what kind of shape she's in," Brooke said, and she headed outside.

I don't know where she's taking me, and I knew better than to ask, or to say anything at all. So she took me outside, opened her car door, and put me in the passenger seat.

"Those white ropes should go very nicely with your white dress," she said, and pulled the shoulder strap and seat belt over me, locking my bound wrists behind me.

Then she attached another rope to my bound ankles, and fed it under my seat. A few moments later, I felt a tug on the rope, and my ankles couldn't move, so she must have tied the rope off to something behind me.

She held up a pink pair of wrap-around sunglasses, and said, "You'll look cute in these." Then she took out a pair of foam earplugs and place them in my ears. "In case you don't like my music."

I could still hear, but not very well, as she unwrapped a rectangular adhesive bandage and placed it over one of my eyes. I looked up at her in surprise as it completely covered my eye. She placed another bandage over my other eye, and I was blind. Then I felt the sunglasses being fitted onto my face.

"Now you can't see, you can't hear very well, and you're all tied up. If anyone sees you, you're just a girl in a pretty dress out for a drive. But you're completely helpless, and there is nothing you can do about it. If you try to scream or call attention to yourself, I have some clear tape I can use to gag you, but this is a long trip, and you won't like being gagged the whole time. Now, if you understand me, and you're going to be a good girl, then nod your head."

I nodded my head, and then the engine started. I barely heard music through my earplugs, and we were off on a long drive to somewhere. Once again I was being kidnapped and taken away, but how could I call for help? A police car could pull up right next to us and I wouldn't know it. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move, and if I tried to scream or shout, she would gag me. I just slumped against the seat, and waited for us to get wherever we were going. She knew what she was doing, and I was just along for the ride.

CHAPTER 5
THE DUNGEON

I may have fallen asleep on the ride. It's hard to tell when you're blind, but eventually the car came to a stop. Brooke untied my ankles, and took the plugs out of my ears. Then she got me out of the car, and started marching me somewhere, and being barefoot, I could feel a wooden floor beneath me, so I knew we were indoors.

"Brooke, it's nice to see you again," a woman's voice said. "And this is the disobedient sissy you told me about?"

"Yes," Brooke said. "She needs to learn some manners."
"Take her down to the dungeon," the other woman said. "Honor will be happy to deal with her!"

Dungeon!? What is this place, some kind of medieval castle? How far did we drive? I wondered.

Brooke marched me downstairs, and into someplace that had a tile floor. Then she took the sunglasses and bandages off my eyes, and I squinted and tried to get used to seeing again. Then I saw her. Standing in front of me was a girl in a shiny black bodysuit that looked like it had been painted on her. She didn't look older than a teenager, her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was pretty, but she looked mean, and not just because she was holding a leather paddle.

"So this is the sissy that won't do as she's told?" she asked.

"Yes, she refused to give a boy a blow job, and then gave him a lot of attitude," Brooke said.

"Oh, really? Well, we can beat that out of her, that's for sure," she said, brandishing her paddle. "Just leave her with me. I'll give you a call when you can pick up whatever is left of her."

"Have fun!" Brooke said in a cheery voice, and left.

"You will speak only when spoken to, and you will address me as 'Mistress,' is that clear?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, Mistress."

She lifted my chin, and asked me, "You don't mind giving guys blow jobs down here for me, now do you?"

"N-no, Mistress," I said, trying not to shake. "I'll do whatever you want me to!"

She gave me a stern look and said, "If you did as you were told like a good little sissy, they wouldn't have brought you here to me in the first place!"

"I…I made a mistake," I said.

Then she spun me around, and I was surprised to see another girl tied to the wall behind me. She was wearing a light blue dress, she had a cloth gag in her mouth, and her hands were tied up over her head. I was so afraid of this leather girl that I didn't even know anyone else was here.

"Let's get you down on your knees," she said, shoving me down in front of the bound girl. "So my new slave can meet my old slave!"

I looked up at her. She didn't seem afraid at all, and she was pretty, with long brown hair, and straight bangs across her forehead.

Then the leather girl grabbed a handful of my hair and said, "You're going to pleasure her now, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," I said. If she wanted me to eat this girl, I would do it. It had to be better than getting hit with that paddle.

She reached under the dress, pulled down her panties, and then pulled up her dress, and tucked it into her belt. And I was looking at a penis.

My mouth fell open and my eyes went wide as I stared at it. "What the…"

"What's the matter, sissy?" the girl said. "Haven't you ever seen a chick with a dick?"

"I…I thought she was a girl?" I said.

"You thought wrong, now start sucking that cock if you know what's good for you!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and leaned forward.

The leather girl grabbed my hair, and pushed me forward, and the penis swelled inside my mouth, and after a while it spurted and I had that salty taste in my mouth again.

I just knelt on my haunches and wondered where this place was, and what kind of strange people were in this dungeon.

Then she told the bound boy-girl, "I told you I'd give you a reward if you came to the dungeon."

He nodded, and she untied him.

"Now run along," she said. "I have to teach this one some discipline."

He took the gag out of his mouth, said, "Bye," and left.

The girl threw a rope over a bar set below the ceiling, and left it hanging down in front of her. Then she dragged me over to it, and tied the rope to my wrists. As she pulled on the other end of the rope, my shoulders ached, and as I doubled over, I struggled to get my feet under me. But then she kept pulling, making me bend over again, and I groaned as my arms were pulled almost straight up behind me.

"We don't need you making so much noise," she said. "If you're groaning now, you're going to be screaming soon!"

"Please, Mistress-" I said, before she shoved a ball in my mouth, and buckled it behind my head.

"No more talking, sissy," she said. Then she hiked up my dress and pulled down my panties.

I shuddered as I felt my panties fall to my ankles, and then my butt stung from the smack of her paddle.

"Normally I make my slaves count the number of times I hit them. It helps me keep track, and just as important, it humiliates them to have to do it," she said. "But that's when I'm dealing with paying customers. I have to be careful with them, and make sure I don't get out of control and accidentally hurt them."

Then she walked around in front of me and went on, "But you're not a paying customer. You're just a worthless sissy who needs a good beating. So no one will care how badly injured you get. It won't matter to anyone if I break one of your arms or legs, now will it?"

I whimpered into the gag, and shook my head. This crazy girl is some kind of psycho, and they left me all alone with her!

"And trust me, I've put a lot of people in the hospital!" she said, walking around me again.

Then I felt the sting of the paddle across my butt again. And then across my upper thighs.

"You're going to be a good little sissy when I get done with you!" she said, gripping my chin in her hand, and lifting my face to make me look at her. "But first I am going to beat you until you cry like a baby! Then I will drink your tears, little sissy, and they will be delicious!"

Then she let go of me, and hit me again. Time after time, she hit my butt and upper thighs, until my eyes filled with tears, and they began streaming down my cheeks. As the beating went on, my butt was on fire, and I started sniffling and then sobbing into the gag.

Then she walked around in front of me, and I could barely see her through my tears. "I have a general rule," she said. "The beating normally goes on until your face is as red as your butt. Right now your butt is a much prettier shade of red, so you need to do more crying, don't you think?"

I just shook my head and kept sobbing into the gag. Then I felt the rope tied to my wrists relax so I could stand up straight. I tried to straighten my back and catch my breath, but the waist cincher wouldn't even let me take a deep breath.

Then I gasped as she slapped my hard across the face, and my entire cheek stung like fire. "That's a little redder," she said. "But now they're not even."

So she backhanded my other cheek, which stung even worse. Then she started slapping both of my cheeks, sending my head snapping back and forth. Finally I lost my balance, and tripped. I toppled over, and screamed from the pain in my shoulders as I hung there by my wrists.

As I scrambled to get my feet under me again, she said, "You might not want to hang there by your wrists for too long. You'll dislocate both of your shoulders that way, and that pain will make you forget all about your sore butt."
At last I got back on my feet, and stood there crying in front of this horrible girl who enjoyed beating me so much.

"Now then, Pansy, I think your face and cheek are both about the same shade of red. But before I tell Brooke to take you off my hands, I need to make sure you understand your place. You are going to be a good little slave girl, and you will be happy to suck every cock that is put in front of your face, is that clear?"

I nodded my head, still sniffling and trying not to cry.

"I really hope you understand that," she said. "Because if they ever have to bring you back here again, you won't get off so easily!"

My eyes went wide. She thinks she went easy on me today??

As if she understood what I was thinking, she said, "I can do a lot worse, and I HAVE done a lot worse! So you had better be a good little sissy from now on!"

I swallowed, and eagerly nodded my head.

"Now I'm going to have Brooke come and get you, and from now on, you aren't my problem any more! You better not come back here!"

I nodded my head again. I never wanted to see this bitch again.

She left, and I just stood there waiting. My butt and face ached so much that only now was I starting to notice that my entire body was covered in sweat, my dress sticking to me everywhere. Then Brooke showed up.

"So have you learned your lesson?" she asked.

I nodded my head and tried to say, "Yes, Mistress."

"Then the next time they invite Joey to come over, you'll be happy to treat him with the proper respect. In other words, you'll get down on your knees and give him a blow job, right?

I nodded again. I didn't want to give them any excuse to bring me back here again, so I had no choice.

"Good, then you'll ride home in the trunk," she said. "Trust me, it's for your own good. I don't think you'll want to sit down for a long time."

Then she marched me up the stairs, and this was the first time I actually saw the house. It was huge! This was some kind of mansion with a dungeon in its basement. Then Brooke took me outside, folded me into the trunk, and slammed it shut. A minute later, the engine started up and we were off.

It was a long trip home in the dark, cramped trunk. My butt ached, I was tied up and gagged, but at least I had some time to think about what a mess I was in. Somehow I had to escape, but until I could figure out a way to do it, I had to do whatever they told me. I would even have to blow that fake Joey kid.

I must have fallen asleep on the ride home, and the next thing I remember is Brooke pulling me out of the trunk, and then marching me down into the basement of the servant quarters. She peeled the dress off me, pulled down my panties and turned me around and around to take a good look at me.

"It looks like she did a very professional job on you. Not a drop of blood, no scars, and nothing that will leave a permanent mark. But that swollen ass of yours must hurt like hell, right!"

She was right about that, and I nodded. I ached something awful and just wanted to lie down and go back to sleep.

She pried the gag out of my mouth, and said, "Tomorrow we'll see if you've really learned to behave better." Then she chained my ankle to an exposed pipe near the floor, and untied me.

I worked the stiffness out of my mouth and said, "Mistress, I'll do whatever you want. I just don't want to go back to see that girl again."

"I'll bet you don't," she said. "You're going to live here as long as you behave yourself, so they brought your mat in for you to sleep on."

I looked down to see my familiar wooden mat on the concrete floor of the barren basement. At least it was better than sleeping on concrete. "Yes, Mistress," I said.

"I used a chain long enough to reach into the bathroom so you can use the sink, toilet and shower to freshen up. But it's up to Marge and the household staff to decide about that. So you better behave yourself from now on!"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you," I said. At least I could drink water from the tap now.

She left me there, and after I used the bathroom, I went to sleep, wondering what they would want from me tomorrow.

CHAPTER 6
PUTTING PANSY IN HER PLACE

The next morning, the maids woke me up and ordered me into the bathroom. At least they gave me some privacy and didn't stand over me as I used the toilet and the shower.

When I was done, they dressed me in a bra, panties, and a light yellow dress trimmed in lace. Then unchained me just long enough to tie my wrists and ankles with ropes. Then they went to work on my hair, parting it in the middle and using a curling iron on me. When they were done, I could see long curls all around my face.

"You probably don't want to sit down, but that's OK," one of them said. "Gary will be here soon, and you'll need to be on your knees anyway."

My sore butt definitely did not want me to be sitting down, so they left me face down on the wooden mat. It wasn't long before Gary showed up for his morning blow job.

"Oh, don't you look pretty today!" he said, pulling me up to my knees. "I love that dress!"

"Thank you, sir," I said. I didn't want to give him any excuse to send me back to that dungeon.

"I remember when Mom got that dress for my sister. But Jenny never wanted to wear it. Too girly for her, you know," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"But you look really cute in it," he said. "I think it's perfect for a sissy like you!"

"Yes, sir," I said, wishing he would just get this over with.

"You did something with your hair, didn't you?"

"I think the maids were trying to curl it," I said.

"That's nice for a start, but why don't we see if we can do better?"

He disappeared for a minute, and then came back and started brushing my hair. Oh, so now this fag is going to style my hair for me? As if I didn't already look ridiculous in this sissy yellow dress.

Then he started spraying my hair with something, and I closed my eyes. After a while, he finally stopped brushing and pulling at my hair.

"That's better!" he said. "I want you to look nice when you suck my dick!"

"Yes, sir," I said, as he used his phone to take pictures of me.

At last he dropped his shorts and underwear and stood over me. "Pansy, I won't make you wait any more. I know you've been looking forward to this!"

"Yes, sir," I said, and he shoved his dick in my mouth.

At least he didn't mess up my hair. He used his hand at the back of my neck to guide my head as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. It grew quickly, and I swallowed all of it as he spurted inside me.

As the salty taste filled my mouth, he said, "Pansy, you are one pretty little cocksucker, you know that?"

"Thank you, sir," I said, hoping he would leave me alone now.

"I was going to invite my friends over to have a party with you, but Brooke told me your butt hurts too much for that."

"Please sir," I said. "No, please don't…my butt is still swollen from the beating I got yesterday!"

"I get it," he said. "But you have no problem sucking cocks, right?"

"Yes, sir," I said. "No problem."

"Good, I'll see you later then."

Then he left me on my knees, and it was all I could do to get up and hobble on my bound ankles to the bathroom sink, and then use my bound wrists to turn on the faucet, so I could drink some water to get Gary's taste out of my mouth. I had just finished turning off the water when Jenny showed up.

"What's the matter, did little Pansy need a drink of water?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, trying to hobble back to my wooden mat. "I didn't have anything to eat or drink yet today."

"Oh you poor thing," she said. "But at least you got to suck Gary's cock, right?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I really didn't want to say anything that would make them feed me dog food again.

"And I just love the way you look all sissified in that dress," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"To be honest, I think all of my dresses will look better on you than they ever did on me!" she said.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"And are you trying something new with your hair?"

"Um, the maids and your brother were working on my hair this morning," I said.

"Maybe we should give you a perm then. That would make you look even more sissified," she said, holding my chin up between her thumb and fingers. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, faggot?"

I swallowed and just said, "Yes, Mistress."

"That's something I'll keep in mind," she said. "Now let's get you down on the mat, so you'll stay out of trouble."

Then she pulled me over to the mat, laid me face down, tied my wrists and ankles together in a hogtie, and forced a red ball against my mouth. As soon as I opened my mouth, she shoved it in, and buckled it.

As I lay there face down with my curls spilled all around my face, she asked me, "Does your butt still hurt?"

Before I could answer, she slapped my butt, and the sharp pain made me scream into the gag.

"Was that a 'yes,'" Pansy?" she asked.

I nodded my head as hard as I could, making my curls shake.

"Good, because you deserved it, you bastard. Soon I'll have Joey over here again, and you're going to be much nicer to him this time, now aren't you?"

I nodded again.

"I thought so," she said. "See, you thought it was fun to ask a girl for a blow job. And now you're going to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end. Over and over. I think you're going to learn more about sucking cock than you ever wanted to know!"
I just groaned into the gag. This bitch really wanted revenge.

"I haven't decided exactly how to deal with you yet. I thought about having Gary's friends come over. They would have a lot of fun playing with you. You could be sucking one guy's cock while another one shoves his dick up your ass. They could take turns using you all night long! Or I could invite the guys I know. They wouldn't be interested in your ass. But when they see you all dressed up like a sissy, they might get a little rough with you. In fact, they might beat all the attitude out of you. The more I think about it, that could be the better way to go. I'm sure that once they give you a good beating, you'll be happy to suck all of their cocks, right?"
This was going from bad to worse. I just groaned into the gag, and shook my head.

"Oh, decisions, decisions!" she said. "But look on the bright side, Pansy. One way or another, you'll get lots of experience giving blow jobs, so by the time we get done with you, I think you're going to be one special little cocksucker!"

That's the way it went for days. Every day, they would dress me up in another frilly dress, and Jenny would taunt me, trying to provoke a reaction. Every day I would have to swallow my pride and accept all of the humiliation. They would feed me bread or rice, but at least now I could get water from the bathroom sink. But every morning, and every evening, Gary would show up, and I would have to get down on my knees and suck his cock. At least he didn't taunt me the way Jenny did. He would just compliment me on my dress or my hair, and I would have to thank him, which in a way was even worse.

Then one evening, after I had finished giving Gary a blow job (and Jenny had finished recording it with her phone) she stood over me after he left. My wrists and ankles were still bound as I knelt there, and she grabbed a handful of hair to make me look up at her.

"Tomorrow night, Joey will be coming over to see me," she said.

Just what I needed, I thought. Another visit from the kid who stole my life.

"And I'm going to bring him here so you can apologize to him. He hasn't forgotten about you refusing to suck his cock," she said. "So now you're going to make it up to him."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I really didn't want to know, but I asked her anyway. "What do you want me to do?"

"You're going to get down on your knees and beg him to let you suck his cock. Then when you're done, you're going to thank him for letting you suck his cock. And make sure to smile! You look even cuter when you have cum all over your mouth and teeth!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, resigned to my fate. The last time I disobeyed her, I ended up being beaten in a dungeon.

"And of course you won't be tied up for any of this. I'm going to record all of it, so I can show everyone what a total slut you are, doing all of this of your own free will! Oh, and finally, you will get up and curtsy like a proper young lady."

"Mistress, I don't know how to curtsy," I said.

She huffed, and said, "Of course you don't, because you're trash!"

Actually it was because I wasn't a girl, but I wasn't going to point that out to her.

She stood in front of me, and slid her right leg along the floor behind her lifting her skirt as she lowered her knee. Then she untied me, and I got to my feet and practiced it a few times.

Finally, she said, "That's enough. At least you're not completely hopeless, but I think that's about the best we can expect from a worthless sissy like you!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then she chained my ankle and left me alone for the rest of the evening. Now I had to look forward to the following evening, where I would be the entertainment as I begged the kid who had replaced me and stolen my life to let me suck his cock.

The next day, Jenny made me wear a white bra and matching pantyhose, so now even when I wasn't tied up, the entire lower half of my body felt like it was wrapped up. I wore a pink dress with puffy shoulders, all trimmed in lace. My hair was parted in the middle, tied back by a couple of pink scrunchies, and still reached down almost to my shoulders. For the first time, they let me wear something on my feet, a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes with a single strap.

That evening, Jenny told me the fake Joey was on his way over. "I hope you know what you're supposed to do," she said. "Unless you want to take another trip to that dungeon for another beating!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I know."

"Then tell me."
I sighed. "I'm going to apologize for the way I behaved-"
"You're going to apologize for being a bad little sissy!" she corrected.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm going to apologize for being a bad little sissy, then I will get down on my knees and beg him to let me give him a blow job-"

"To let you suck his cock!" she corrected.

"To let me suck his cock," I went on, "Then I'm going to smile and thank him for letting me suck his cock, and then I'm going to get up and curtsy."

"Good," she said. Now curtsy like a proper young lady for me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and curtsied.

"That will have to do," she said. "No one will confuse you with a princess. Now wait here and don't move!"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She went upstairs, and I waited. You would think I might want to put this off as long as possible, and hope they spent hours together before they came down to see me. But actually I wanted to get this over with. The dread of waiting for it seemed even worse than what I would have to do.

But Jenny and Joey returned soon enough. He stood across from me, looked at my outfit, and tried unsuccessfully not to laugh at me. She got her phone out, pointed it at me and said, "Pansy, don't you have something you'd like to say?"

I had something I really disliked having to say, but I knew I had to say it anyway, so I did. "Sir, I'm sorry I was a bad little sissy the last time you were here. Please accept my apology and let me suck your cock." Then I hurried to get down on my knees, where at least it would be harder for him to punch me.

He looked down at me, lifted my chin, and said, "So, little Pansy wants to make it up to me by sucking my cock now?"

I swallowed, and said, "Yes sir, I'd like that very much."

"Then how come you didn't want to last time?"

Oh God, was this going to be some kind of test? I just wanted to give him a blow job and get this over with. Who ever questions being offered a blow job anyway? "I was just upset…I was wrong…I'm very sorry."

"Really? What were you wrong about? I seem to remember you said I didn't deserve to live your life. Do you remember that?"

"Yes sir, I was wrong about that."

So then why don't you spell it out for me? That I deserve to live your life, and you are just a worthless little sissy who's only good for sucking cocks!" he said, and tightened his grip on my chin.

I wanted to hit him, but I had to keep my hands in my lap. "Yes sir, I'm just a worthless little sissy who's only good for sucking cocks. And you deserve to live my life."
"So what's your name, sissy?"

"My name is Pansy, sir."

"Right, because you're a pansy. And what's my name?" he asked.

"Sir, your name is Joey," I said, swallowing. This discussion had to be even more humiliating than giving him the damn blow job.

"No, Joey was the name for a little sissy boy. I'm more grown up than that, so I go by Joe now. You get that, faggot?"

"Yes sir, your name is Joe. May I please suck your cock now?"

"Yeah, that's what you fags love to do, isn't it?" he asked.

I just knelt there and hoped he would unzip his pants and let me get on with this.

"Isn't it?" he repeated, crouching in front of me.

"Yes, sir," I said, fighting back the tears. "We fags love to suck cocks. Can I please suck your cock now?"

He finally stood up and unzipped his pants. "All right, sissy. I think you've begged for it enough!"

When he pulled his dick out, I took it in my mouth, grabbed both of his butt cheeks with my hands, and even as I started sliding it in and out of my mouth, I saw Jenny out of the corner of my eye, pointing her phone at me. But then I thought she might get mad at me just for that, and stared at the dick as it grew bigger. It took a while, but he started spurting, and some of it got on my mouth and face, which I think was what Jenny wanted all along.

So I looked up at him, I smiled, and said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me suck your cock." Then I got up and curtsied for him.

He started laughing at me even as he was catching his breath. Then Jenny slapped the chain around my ankle and said, "All right, Pansy, I think you've had enough fun for the evening. Now we're going to go upstairs and watch the video so we can see you sucking cock all over again!"

"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled.

"Oh, what's the matter, Pansy?" she asked. "You didn't have any problem posting nasty things about me and Gary online, did you? So I'm sure you won't mind if I post this video so everyone can see you for the cocksucker you are, right?"

"Mistress, please don't do that to me," I begged.

"We'll see. Tell you what, Pansy," she said. "Maybe if you're a good girl, I won't post it after all."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. "I'll…I'll be a good girl."

"Promise?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress, I promise I'll be a good girl."
Then Joe burst out laughing again, and I felt myself turn bright red. But then they went upstairs, still laughing at me as they left.

The next day, Jenny made me dress up in a pink leotard. It was really tight, and fit me like a second skin.

"I can barely fit into this," I said, as she zipped up the back of the leotard.

"My mom had me taking ballet lessons. I was never really into it, and I've just about outgrown it anyway," she said. "But I think it's still the right size for a little sissy like you."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, looking down at myself, my whole body encased in this pink girly outfit.

"Now step into this," she said, stretching out a flimsy pink band of cloth.

I did so, and she pulled it up to my waist, and started fluffing it up until bands of pink fabric stuck out in all directions around me.

"What is this?" I asked.

"This is your tutu, and no ballet costume is complete without one," she said. "Besides, every sissy looks cute in a tutu, right?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

As I looked down at it in horror, she pointed her phone at me and said, "Smile! I need to take some pictures of you!"

I frowned as she started taking pictures of me in this horrible outfit.

"Pansy, I can take pictures of you smiling, or I can take pictures of you crying after you've had a good beating? So what's it going to be?"

So I smiled, and she went on taking pictures. Lots of pictures.

Then her brother showed up. "Oh wow!" he said. "Don't you look adorable!"

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled.

"Sis, I hope you don't mind but…" he said.

"Oh, I understand," she said. "Seeing Pansy all dressed up like the fairy she really is…that's gotta be a turn on!"

I looked over at Gary, and sure enough, his dick was making a tent out of his pants. So I got down on my knees, he stuck his cock in my mouth, and Jenny recorded the whole thing.

So tell me, Pansy," she said. "Which do you like better, sucking Gary's cock or sucking Joe's cock?"

Now what was I supposed to say? I was on my knees, and if I said the wrong thing, I might get a beating. Finally, I just said, "Mistress, I don't play favorites."
"Oh, so you like sucking both of their cocks, do you?"

"Yes, Mistress, that's it," I said, hoping that agreeing with her was the safest thing to do.

She took a handful of my hair, and pulled it back. "Why is that, because sissies can never get enough cock?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Why is that again?" she asked, pulling my head further back to make me look up at her.

"Yes, Mistress. I love sucking both of them because sissies can't get enough cock!"

"That's what I thought," she said. "You really are a pansy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I"m a pansy!" I said.

Then she finally let go of me. "Then you'll be happy to know that Joe will be coming over again on Friday night, so you can suck him again!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"He's going to our school now. You know, the school we had to transfer to, because you made our lives miserable?"

"I didn't think…I'm sorry about that-"

"Yeah, sure you are, you little piece of shit!" she snarled at me. "Joe's going to our school, and no one knows you there either, so he was able to take your place with no problem."

"So I won't be going to school at all?"

"What's the point of sending you to school?" she asked.

"Yeah, you already know how to suck cock," Gary said.

"And it's not like you're good for anything else," Jenny added. "No, you're going to stay here and be a worthless little fuck-toy for us until we can think up something better to do with you!"

Then they left me chained to wall, and I had to spend the rest of the day in my pink leotard and tutu.

Every day was the same. I had to touch up my pink nails to make sure they looked pretty. Gary wanted a blow job every morning and every evening. Jenny came by to humiliate me whenever she had some free time. Of course they never gave me enough to eat. Then it was Friday night, and they had me dressed only in a pink bra and panties, with my wrists and ankles bound when Joe arrived. I was already on my knees when he and Jenny came down to the basement.

"Pansy, I guess you didn't feel like dressing up for me?" he asked.

"Sir, I just wear what they give me," I said. I hoped he wasn't going to be mad at me, so I quickly added. "May I suck your cock?"

"Aren't you going to say please?"

I tried not to sigh. "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

"That's all you think about, isn't it, you little slut?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I said. "I thought that's why you were here."
"No conversation, no foreplay," Jenny said. "The little faggot just wants to suck cock!"

"Well don't expect me to play hard to get!" he said, and stood over me with his dick sticking out in my face.

I took care of him, and as usual, Jenny recorded it.

I smiled and said, "Thank you, sir!"

He turned to Jenny and said, "I love it, you got her well trained, don't you?"

"Oh, I have a lot more in mind for that little bastard!" she said. "We're just getting started!"

I shuddered and both of them burst out laughing. Then they went upstairs and left me tied up on the floor.

A couple of hours must have passed before they came back downstairs again.

"Pansy, my sister's going to give me a ride home soon," Joe said. "But you're in luck! We got time for you to give me one last blow job before I go."

"Yeah, we know how much you love to suck cock!" Jenny said.

And so I had to do it again, with Jenny standing over me and taking pictures. And then I thanked him again, and they started taunting me again about what a sissy faggot I was.

Then I heard Sue's voice! "Joe, they told me at the house that you were over here!"

Jenny and Joe just looked at each other.

"Joe, are you down in the basement?" she called out.

Then I heard footsteps coming downstairs.

"Let's put her in the bathroom!" Jenny said.

Both of them grabbed me, and dragged me along the floor into the bathroom, and threw me onto the toilet. My sister was here! I could convince her I was her brother, and she could rescue me from this Hell! As I was about to call out, one of them stuffed a cloth in my mouth, and started tying it in place.

Then Joe ran out of the bathroom, and shut the door. Jenny clamped her hand over my gagged mouth, and said, "You better not make a sound!"

But I knew my sister was right outside the door, and I started screaming, "Help! Help!"

It didn't come out very clearly, but I was making enough noise that Sue said, "What is going on here?" and she pulled the door open.

There I was sitting on the toilet, tied up and gagged, dressed in girl's underwear with Jenny trying to keep me quiet, and the fake Joey standing next to Sue.

She scowled at both of them, and said, "Let go of her!"

Jenny reluctantly let go of me, and Sue pulled the gag out of my mouth.

I knew what I was going to say. I had rehearsed it a hundred times in my mind, just in case I ever got this chance.

"Sue, it's me, Joey! The real Joey! I'm your brother, not him! He's an impostor! The day I went to get my haircut, he beat me up at the salon and took my clothes! He's been impersonating me ever since. You've got to get me out of here! All these people need to be arrested! They've been keeping me a prisoner in this house ever since! They made me a slave, they did horrible things to me!"

I finally caught my breath; at least I had gotten all of it out.

Sue looked at the fake Joey, and then back at me. "Tell me something I don't know," she said.

CHAPTER 7
BETRAYAL

I just looked up and stared up at her, open-mouthed. "What?" I finally said.

"Pansy, just how stupid are you?" Sue asked.

"What? Huh?" was all I could say.

"VERY stupid is the answer," Jenny said.

"I don't understand," I said. "You need to take me home."

"Pansy, you ARE home," Sue said.

"This IS your home now, you stupid little slut," Jenny said.

"Sue, you're going to have to spell it out for her," Joe said. "She's an idiot."
"Pansy, do you think I didn't recognize that he," she said, pointing to the fake Joey, "wasn't you?"
"You knew??" I asked.

"Who do you think planned all of this? I brought him home, familiarized him with the house, filled him in on all the stories about things you had done when you were younger, taught him what your favorite foods were…I told him everything he needed to know to take your place. Mom never suspected a thing!"

I just sat there, speechless. I had been betrayed. Completely and absolutely betrayed by my sister. "But…but how could you do this to me??"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the same way you could humiliate Jenny and Gary. I saw a chance to replace you with a major upgrade, Joey 2.0 here," she said, putting a arm around his shoulder. "He isn't a jerk. And he isn't a whore who will suck every cock that's put in front of him. They sent me the videos, and I can't tell you how much you disgust me!"

"But he isn't your brother!" I shouted. "I am!"

"Not any more, Pansy!" she said. "You're just a sissy now! A fag who dresses up like a girl, and begs to suck cock!"

Then Sue and Joe left together, laughing as they went, leaving me alone with Jenny. I couldn't believe what had happened to me. My big sister had done this to me.

Jenny stood over me, her hands on her hips. "So you thought you could get away? You thought your big sister would rescue you?" she asked me. "How did that work out for you?"

"What? I…I don't understand."

Then she slapped me hard across my face, making my cheek sting. "What did I tell you about being disobedient?"

I winced, and looked up at her. "What…what are you going to do?"

"The first thing I'm going to do is give Brooke a call, and tell her you need a ride out to that dungeon in the valley. That you need to learn some discipline!"

"Please don't do that-"
"And this time they won't take it easy on you!"

I begged her not to do that, but she just chained me to the wall, and left me there for the night. Now I was really in trouble. My sister had turned against me, and they were going to take me to see that teenage dominatrix again.

The next morning, Brooke showed up, and two maids dragged me out of the house in just my bra and panties, and dumped me in the trunk of her car with my wrists and ankles bound. She didn't even bother to tell me where we were going, but I already knew. The big house out in the valley with the dungeon in its basement.

I spent hours in the darkness of the cramped trunk before we arrived. But when the car finally came to a stop, she dragged me out of the trunk, and we were in front of the ranch house again. She threw me over her shoulder, and carried me inside.

"Amanda, we're here!" she called out.

"Honor's downstairs," she said. "She can deal with the problem child."

Then Brooke carried me down a flight of stairs, and we were back in the dungeon again, and there was that teenage girl dressed in leather, the one they had called Honor. She pointed across the room, and Brooke walked me over and dumped me on the floor. "Looks like you get to practice your cock sucking! For your sake, you better do a good job!" she said.

As Brooke walked back across the room to Honor, I looked up to see a white dress next to me. It was that sissy that was tied up here last time; same guy, same long brown hair.

"Listen to me, I can help you," he said, pulling me up to my knees. "I've been where you are, and whatever you've had to do, I've had to do a lot worse!"

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

He dropped his panties,held up his skirt, and pulled my head toward his penis.

I guess he figured that was all the explanation I needed. So I took him in my mouth, and started sliding back and forth.

"No, look up at me while you doing that," he said. "Try to look like you're enjoying this!"

"I'm supposed to enjoy this?" I asked between slurps.

"It's better than getting yourself beat half to death!" he said.

So I tried to look up at him, and after a while, he came in my mouth.

"You want to try to swallow all of it, then lick it clean, and kiss it," he said.

I just looked up at him, trying to swallow all the salty goo in my mouth.

"I know you think it's disgusting, but if you give them what they want, they'll go easier on you."

So I licked his dick clean and kissed it. At least this sissy didn't taunt or abuse me like everyone else did. Maybe he really was trying to help me.

Then Honor dragged me away to the side of the room, stood me up, and untied my wrists just long enough to tie them together over my head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Then she stuck a ball gag in my mouth, a small one that fit behind my teeth, and tied it in place.

"I've got a pair of shoes I think will fit you," she said. Then she shoved each of my feet into shoes that made me lean forward. "You should get used to wearing heels. Those are only three-inch heels, but they will do for a start."

So I stood there trying to balance on these heels, with my wrists and ankles bound, and a ball gag stuck in my mouth. Then she brought the sissy over, and tied her hands over her head just like mine, only she wore padded cuffs. She tied a cloth through the sissy's mouth and said, "You always look so cute with a cleave gag in your mouth!"

As the two of us stood there looking at each other, Honor said, "Now my old slave can keep my new slave company, so neither of you will get lonely while I take care of some business."

We were both tied up, but the sissy was a lot more comfortable than me. Her wrists were bound with padding, not with ropes, and she didn't have a ball stuck in her mouth. Her ankles weren't bound like mine, and she was barefoot, not perched on these heels that were already starting to make my ankles ache.

But then Honor left the room, and as soon as I saw her go, I tried to talk through my gag. "Quick, before she comes back, untie my hands!"

I thought I was speaking clearly enough, but she just shook her head. So I reached for her wrists to try to untie her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm trying to untie you!" I said. "We can escape!"

And then she pulled away from me! She said, "I don't want to escape!"

I glared at him. "What is wrong with you? We can get out of here while she's gone!"
"Stop!" he hissed at me. "You'll get in trouble!"

"I'm already in trouble! Now help me get out of here, you stupid bitch!"

"Be quiet! You're only making things worse! Trust me, I know!"

"Are you crazy? I want to get out of here! I don't want to end up a sissy like you!"

Then Honor came back into the room and walked up to us.

"I tried to warn him," the sissy said.

"I know. I heard everything," Honor said, stroking the sissy's hair, and smoothing out his bangs. Then she untied his wrists and said. "Don't wait up for me tonight. I'm going to be here a while with this one."

Then they kissed, and it was a real kiss that took a while, and the sissy left. Now I was alone with Honor, and she turned to me.

She picked up a wooden cane and said, "You really need to learn some manners, don't you? You were very rude to Alicia, and that's a mistake you won't make again!"

She pulled my panties down to my bound ankles, and I braced for being hit in the butt with that thing. But instead she hit the side of my outstretched arm, and I screamed into the gag. Then she walked around and hit my other arm with the cane, and I screamed again as my eyes filled with tears.

"I told you that you had better not come back here, didn't I?" she asked. "I don't get a lot of repeat visits from slaves because they usually learn their lesson the first time. And on top of that, you were rude to Alicia, so you must be exceptionally stupid!"

Now she hit my butt, sending another wave of pain through my body, and making me wobble on my heels. Then she just started hitting me over and over on my butt and upper thighs. All I remember was screaming and crying, over and over again.

Then some water splashed against my face, and I felt a hand grabbing my chin and shaking me. I was in the dungeon, hanging by my wrists, and I ached all over. As my eyes focused, I saw that bitch dominatrix standing in front of me. "It looks like you passed out, so now we have to start all over again."

My butt was on fire, tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I tried to shake my head, but she just caned me again, and I felt the searing pain in my right calf. And then she hit my left calf. All I remember is the agony of that cane hitting me over and over.

Then an intensely strong smell made me wrinkle my nose and shake my head. I was still hanging by my wrists, and the dominatrix was standing in front of me again. "Looks like you passed out again, and this time I had to use smelling salts to bring you around, so I can start beating you again."

She had beaten me so badly that I ached everywhere, my body was covered in sweat, and I just started sobbing into the gag.

"Next time I might not be able to bring you around, and then it's a coin flip, whether they take you to a hospital or to the morgue. Either way, you won't be my problem any more!"

"Please don't hit me any more!" I tried to beg through the gag.

"What is your problem anyway?" she asked, and then caned my butt again.

I screamed again, and fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.

"Pansy, are you ready to start behaving yourself?" she asked.

I nodded my head enthusiastically. Right now I would do anything she wanted.

"Then perhaps now we can have a meeting of the minds. You have a piss poor attitude, and that needs adjusting. You need to understand that you are a slave, and from now on, you do whatever your masters and mistresses tell you, is that clear?"

I nodded my head again.

"We'll see," she said, and walked away. Then she came back behind me, and when she shoved her finger up my ass, it nearly made me jump despite my bonds. She was smearing something cool into my butt, but I was so tender back there that anything would make me wince. Then I felt something larger starting to force its way into my butt, and I screamed into the gag.

"Just keep fighting it, and it will hurt even more," she said. "But one way or another, this plug is going in!"

I squirmed and grimaced, and more tears spilled down my face as she forced it in, and finally it went all the way in.

"The good news is that's one of the smaller butt plugs," she said. "The bad news is its inflatable!"

And then it started to grow within me, pushing against my insides. I kept screaming into the gag, and she just kept pumping it up more. Finally she stopped, and with that thing filling my butt, she walked around to face me.

"I really hope you understand that if they ever have to bring you back here, I won't hang you up by your wrists. The next time I have to give you a beating, I will hang you up by your balls, and I guarantee you will not like that!"

I shook my head, as more tears spilled down my cheeks.

She pried the gag out of my mouth and asked me, "So tell me, are you going to be an obedient little sissy from now on?"

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped. "I promise I will be an obedient little sissy from now on!"

"Personally, I don't think you have it in you to change, but I'm willing to give you enough rope to hang yourself. So I'm going to call Brooke and tell her to get you out of here. But mark my words, if they ever have to bring you back to this dungeon, I will beat you until you wish you were dead!"

Before I could answer, she shoved the gag back into my mouth, and walked out. I had to stand there hanging by my wrists, my sweaty hair all around my face. I ached everywhere, and I had this inflated plug that felt like a watermelon shoved inside my butt.

I had to wait a long time until Brooke and Honor returned, and found me there.

"You look like one messed up little sissy," Brooke said, walking around and looking all over my bruised and beaten body. "I have to hand it to you, Honor. Nothing broken. Lots of welts and bruises, but not a single drop of blood anywhere. Very nicely done!"

"Thank you," Honor said. "But if you ever bring her back here, next time I won't be so careful!"

"But there isn't going to be a next time, is there?" Brooke asked, lifting my chin.

I shook my head.

"Because from now on, you're going to be a good little sissy, aren't you?" she asked, giving me a swat on my swollen butt.

Even as I nodded, a few more tears trickled out as the pain made me wince.

Then Honor started deflating the plug, which was a relief as it shrunk, and then she pulled it out, which really hurt again until it finally came out, and I gasped in relief.

Then Brooke unbuckled the gag, and took it out of my mouth. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she asked.

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

Then Honor held up the butt plug and said, "A good girl always keeps her butt plug clean!" Then she pointed it at my mouth.

That thing had just been in my ass, and it had dark flecks all over it. I recoiled in horror, and looked at Brooke.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Start licking it!"

"But, Mistress…it…it just came out of my butt!"
"I thought you just said you would do whatever I wanted," Brooke said. "I hope you weren't lying to me!"

"No, Mistress," I said. "But-"

"I want it spotless," Honor said. "Now start licking, faggot!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I started licking the butt plug and it tasted horrible. But she shoved it in my mouth, and turned it around and around to make sure I got all of it clean. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to get the taste out of my mouth, but there was nothing I could do until they were satisfied that it was clean.

Honor finally decided the plug was clean, and took it away. Then she went back behind me, and started tying a rope around my elbows. My shoulders ached as she drew my elbows closer together. She couldn't make my elbows touch, but finally tied them off. Then she untied my wrists, and they really hurt when the ropes came off. My hands fell to my sides, and my arms ached so much that I couldn't lift them. Last of all, she untied my ankles. My legs gave way, I fell to the floor, and yelped as my sore butt hit the floor.

"She won't be able to walk for a while," Honor said.

"Oh, you gave her legs a good beating, didn't you?" Brooke asked.

Honor nodded and said, "But she can still crawl like a slave should, anyway."

Brooke dragged me up, threw me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and said, "Thanks again for your services. I'll be sure and tell your aunt what a fine job you did!"

"Thanks, Brooke," she said. "But to be honest, I think that sissy is a lost cause."

Then Brooke carried me upstairs, through the house, and after some small talk with Honor's aunt, she took me outside, and dumped me into the trunk of her car.

I groaned as I landed in the trunk, and tried to find a resting position that didn't hurt.

"You really must have pissed that girl off!" she said. "What did you do?"

"I just asked her slave Alicia to help me escape. I wanted to get out of there. And when that sissy wouldn't help me, I called him some names. Well, I cursed him out. But that's all!"

"That's all?" Brooke asked. "Alicia isn't her slave! That's just a game they play. He's her husband!"

"What? They're married??" I asked. "Why would she marry a sissy like that?"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand this, but they're in love with each other. He's devoted to her, and she is very protective of him. If you ever disrespect Alicia again, you'll be lucky if Honor doesn't kill you!"

"She mentioned that," I grumbled. "I just didn't know why."

CHAPTER 8
GARY AND HIS FRIENDS

On the long, painful ride home, I made a mental note to apologize profusely to that sissy Alicia if I ever met him again. Of course, if I ever met him again, that would mean I would be in his wife's dungeon and she was probably going to murder me anyway, so in the end it wouldn't matter.

When we got home, Brooke dumped me back in the basement of the servant quarters, chained my ankle to the wall, and untied my elbows. When the ropes came off, not only did my arms hurt, but I couldn't even lift them. Then Brooke left, but as I knelt on the wooden mat, trying to think of a way I could get to sleep tonight, Jenny came down to see me.

She looked me over and said, "It looks like you had a good beating."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She stood over me and said, "But you deserved it, didn't you?"

"Please, Mistress, I-" I started.

But then she slapped me hard across the face.

"Oh!" I gasped, as my cheek burned.

Then she gripped my chin between her thumb and fingers. "I asked you a question, Pansy! You deserved it, didn't you? Or do you want another beating now?"

"Yes, Mistress, I deserved it," I said. I sure as Hell didn't want another beating from her.

"Of course you did!" she said. "That's why you get for trying to escape! Did you really think your sister was going to help you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I didn't know she planned…" I said. Even now I could hardly believe Sue had done this to me. "Planned my kidnapping."

"Oh, you didn't know that? Then you're very stupid, aren't you?"

"Um, yes Mistress," I said.

"Say it, faggot!" she said, squeezing my aching cheek.

"I'm very stupid!" I said.

"You certainly are! Why in the world would Sue want a rotten little bastard like you for a brother when the new Joey is so much better than you?"
"I don't know," I said. "I don't understand!"

"It's not really hard to understand, is it? After all, she knows you better than anyone," she said. "You're a worthless piece of garbage, and who would know that better than her? So she traded you in for a much nicer little brother, and we get a stupid little sissy to play with. So everybody wins, right? Except of course for you, but that's what a bastard like you deserves, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and then added quickly, "this is what I deserve."

"Good, I'm glad you finally figured that out. And when you're feeling better, we're going to get some work out of you from now on," she said. "You're going to work for us as a maid. You'll like that, won't you, faggot?"

'Um, yes Mistress, I'm looking forward to it."

"Then tonight you can start thinking about how cute you'll look in a maid's uniform. I'm sure when Gary sees you all dressed up in one of those outfits, he won't waste a second before he shoves his cock in your mouth!" she said. "Or maybe up your ass!"

"Yes, Mistress," I croaked. My ass still hurt something awful.

She finally left me alone, and I lay there on my side, trying not to move or roll over onto anything that hurt. I also remember thinking that if they made me work as a maid, then maybe I would be unchained, and I could find a way to escape. But considering how badly my last escape attempt just went, I was in no hurry to try again.

I was so sore that they left me alone for the next couple of days. Well, except for Gary. He decided that I was still well enough to give him blow jobs, so he came to visit me each morning and evening. Otherwise it was just the housekeepers bringing me bowls of food, and I stayed there chained to the wall.

On the third day, Marge decided that I had recovered enough from my beating that at least I could move, even if I still couldn't sit down. She brought me some pink clothing, and unchained me.

"Put that on!" she said. "You're going to be a maid."

It was a pink blouse and a skirt, with a white apron that tied in the back with a bow. Otherwise it look just like her gray uniform except mine had lace trim at the collar and sleeves.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "It's a different color than the other maids' uniforms."
"That's because you aren't a real maid yet, Pansy," she said. "Until you prove you can do a good job, you will wear pink."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, and managed to get into the uniform.

Then she tied my wrists in front of me with rope, and locked a leather collar around my neck. Finally, and most humiliating of all, she pinned a frilly white cap to the top of my head. "I'm going to take you over to the main house now," she said. "You will address women and girls over there as 'Ma'am' and 'Miss' but don't ever forget that you're still a slave!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then she attached a leash to my collar, and led me upstairs. Then we went outside across a lawn, and into a large house. She opened up a cabinet and gave me a brush and a can of cleanser, which I fumbled to hold on to with my bound hands. Then she took me to a bathroom.

"Get on your knees, put some powder in the water and then scrub out the toilet!" she ordered me.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

But before I could do anything, she grabbed my hair, and jerked it back. "You are one stupid little slave, aren't you?" she asked. "What did I just tell you to call me while you're in this house?"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," I said. "It won't happen again!"

Then she let go of me and I scrubbed out the toilet. She dragged me to my feet, and led me to another bathroom. And another, and another. This was a three-story house, and there were five bathrooms in all.

After I had finished scrubbing the toilets, Marge was dragging me through the house by my leash when we ran into Jenny.

"Oh, is the little sissy well enough to work?" she asked.

"Well enough, but we still have to see if she's bright enough," Marge said. "This is one stupid little sissy!"

"Is that right, Pansy?" she asked. "Are you a stupid little sissy?"

I felt my face turning red but I just said, "Yes, Miss."
"Well, if it's any consolation, you look really cute in that pink outfit," she said. "And that maid's cap is just adorable!"

"Thank you, Miss," I said.

"Marge, could I borrow her for a while?" she asked.

"Of course, she's just finished scrubbing out all of the toilets," she said. "I was going to tie her to the cot in the walk-in closet downstairs."

"All right, I'll put her there for you when I'm done with her."

"Very well, Jenny," she said. "Now she's your problem!"

Marge walked off, and Jenny turned to me and said, "You're not going to be a problem at all, are you, Pansy?"

"No, Miss," I said, swallowing. I really didn't want another beating. "I'll do whatever you want."

"So which do you like better, wearing my old sissy dresses, or dressing up like a maid?"

I didn't know how to answer that. Finally I just said, "I, uh, I'll be happy to wear whatever you want me to!"

"Of course you will, because you're a pansy, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Miss," I said. I thought it had to be safe to agree with her, no matter what.

"Then come with me," she said.

She gave a tug on my leash, and took me through the house and down into the basement. For a brief moment, I wondered if I could tackle her from behind. Even with my bound wrists, if I got on top of her, I could wrap my hands around my throat and choke her. But then what? How would I get out of the house? There were always housekeepers on duty, and one of them would find me before too long. And even if I made it out of the house, how would I get off the property? It was fenced in everywhere, and there was a guard shack at the road leading in here. And what would they do to me when they caught me? I didn't even want to think about that. So I would have to come up with something else.

When we reached the basement, she said, "It's time we did something creative with your hair, don't you think?"

"Yes, Miss, whatever you want," I said.

She took me into the bathroom. "Bend over the sink, so I can wash your hair," she said.

"Yes, Miss," I said, and after I did do, I felt the cold water running through my hair and all over my head.

After a while she wrapped a towel around my head, and said, "I know you can't sit down on that swollen butt of yours, so kneel on the floor."

"Yes, Miss," I said, and got down on my knees on the throw rug.

Then she bound my ankles with rope, untied my wrists, then tied them behind me, and drew them together in a hogtie with me on my knees. Then she held a pink roller up to my head, and started wrapping my hair around it. Soon she had at least a dozen rollers in my hair.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, and groaned.

"Oh, don't worry, sissy," she said. "No one looks good with their hair in curlers. But when they come off, you'll look adorable!"

I groaned again.

"Well, you may not think so, but all the boys will!"

Boys? What boys? I wondered. I started to ask, when she shoved a gag in my mouth.

"You're going to be here for a while, waiting for your hair to set, so this penis gag will give you something to do," she said, tying it off below my curled hair. "I know how much you love sucking Gary's dick, so you can pretend with this, until you get the real thing in your mouth!"

Then she shoved me face down on the rug, and left me there. There was nothing I could do but wait. I was dressed in a pink maids uniform, with my hair done in curls, bound hand and foot, with a penis gag stuck in my mouth, and the best I could hope for was that I would only have to suck her brother's cock today, and not a bunch of other guys, too.

After a while, Jenny came back and said, "Let's see what you look like now!"

She pulled me up on my knees, and started taking the rollers out of my hair. Huge swaths of curls fell around my face as she unraveled my hair. The she started brushing my hair, and finally spraying it. I still couldn't see what I looked like, but she was making noises like she was satisfied. Then again, anything that made her happy would probably make me very unhappy.

Very nice, Pansy," she said, standing back to admire her handiwork. "I'll tell Gary you're all his now!"

Then she shoved me face down again, and left. So there I was, tied up on the bathroom floor, sucking on a penis gag, waiting for her brother to have some fun with me.

It wasn't long before Gary came downstairs. And he wasn't alone. "See, I told you!" he said.

I looked up to see more boys crowding around him. Four more of them, all looking at me.

"What the hell?" one of them said.

"You said there was a boy down here," another one said.

"Yeah, he really is a boy. But he's a total sissy, he likes to dress up as a girl," Gary said.

"Really? As a maid?"

"Yeah, that's the way he serves us," Gary said. "He serves us however we want! Isn't that right, Pansy?"

I nodded my head.

"His name is Pansy??"

"What else would you call a pansy like him?" Gary said.

Then they all laughed. The gay kids were laughing at me being a pansy.

"Is that his real hair?"

"Yeah, Jenny just got done styling it for him," Gary said. "She wanted to make him look pretty for us."

"Wow, does he go to school looking like that?"

"No, he's just starting to work for us as a maid now. At least we're going to see if he's any good at being a maid," Gary said. "So far the only thing we know he's good at is giving blow jobs."

"Uh, would he do that for us too?"

"Are you kidding? There's nothing he likes more than sucking cock! Let me get the gag out of his mouth, and I'll show you!"

"What is that thing in his mouth anyway?"

By now Gary was unbuckling the gag. "This is his penis gag," he said, pulling it out of my mouth, and holding it up for them to see. "It's his favorite! So he can suck cock any time he wants! Isn't that right, Pansy?"

"Yes sir," I said, as he pulled me up on my knees.

One boys stepped up in front of me. "What about his ass? Do you get to use that too?"

I cringed and tried to shrink back.

"Not right now. He was a bad little sissy and got a good beating for it. So his ass is still too swollen and beat up," Gary said, and then turned to me. "But you deserved it, didn't you, Pansy?"

"Yes, sir," I mumbled.

"So let's not keep the little sissy waiting," Gary said. "Who wants to go first?"

The kid standing in front of me started unzipping his pants. I watched as he pulled his dick out, and Gary grabbed a handful of hair behind my head.

"Don't worry, Pansy," he said, "I'll try not to mess up your new hairdo!"

I barely heard him as I watched the kid's dick slide into my mouth. With Gary pulling me back and forth, the cock slid in and out, growing and growing until he finally started spurting inside me. Gary held me in place to make sure I swallowed all of it.

"Who's next?" Gary called out. "Come on, guys, you know Pansy can't get enough cock!"

And so I had to let three more fags use my mouth, and I had to swallow all of it. At least none of these guys were any bigger than Gary. I sank back on my haunches, and tried to swallow and get the salty taste out of my mouth.

Then Gary said, "Pansy, do you think you're finished?"

I looked around and didn't see anyone else. "Sir, I thought I took care of all of your friends?"

"Sure you did. But did you forget about me? I mean, I'm a gracious host, so I let all of my friends go first," he said. "But if you don't think I deserve the same thing, I'll have to mention this to Jenny-"

Oh my God, no! "I'm sorry, sir! Please let me suck your cock!" I said. Anything to not give his bitchy sister a reason to beat me.

"Now that's more like it!" he said, unzipping his pants, as his friends started laughing.

Soon I had another mouthful of cum, and he slid the penis gag back in my mouth, and buckled it.

"There. My friends and I have to go now, but you can keep sucking on that," he said. "I know it's not as good as the real thing, but I'm sure we can all get together and do this again!"

"Yeah, Gary," one kid said. "Whenever you want, just give me a call."

Then they all walked out, laughing at me. Once again, I was lying face down on the bathroom floor, hogtied in my maid's uniform, only now I had the taste of cum in my mouth. Being a maid wasn't a lot of fun.

After a while, Jenny came down to see me. She stood over me and asked, "So did you have fun with Gary and his friends?"

I just groaned into the gag.

"You don't sound happy," she said. "Are you disappointed because they only used your mouth, and not your ass? They can do that next time!"

This time I screamed into the gag, and shook my head.

"So you'd rather suck their cocks then?" she asked.

I stifled a groan, and nodded my head.

"I thought so. Look at you, all dressed up like a maid, with your pretty hairdo, sucking on a fake cock," she said. "Oh, I have plans for you, faggot!"

But there was nothing I could do but lie there and listen to this rotten girl. Finally she untied my ankles, grabbed my leash, and marched me upstairs. She led me down a hallway past a half-bathroom, and opened the door next to it. It was a walk-in closet with a metal cot bolted to the floor.

"This is where you're going to live," she said. You will eat here, you will sleep here, and you will use that bathroom we just passed by. The maids will lock you in here every night, and then you will keep quiet like a good little sissy. I don't care if you feel like crying your eyes out, you will do that without making any noise. Do you understand me?"

I nodded my head, and she called for the maids.

Two maids arrived, and she said. "The little faggot needs to eat something, and then put her to bed. If she gives you any trouble, just knock her out."

Jenny left, and one of the maids untied me, and by the time I got the gag out of my mouth, the other one had left a bowl of rice and a cup of water on the cot. I was so hungry that I ate quickly, and then they stripped me down to my underwear, and ordered me to get into a white nightgown.

They let me go to the bathroom, but they even watched me sit on the toilet to pee. After I had washed up, they locked me in the closet for the night. The cloth of the cot was an improvement over the wooden mat I had been sleeping on, but it was clear that even though I was living in the house now, escape was not going to be easy. They weren't going to leave me unattended for a second.

CHAPTER 9
SISSY MAID/SISSY SLAVE

The following morning, the maids woke me up, dragged me out of the closet, and escorted me into the bathroom. After I had washed up, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. My hair was parted in the middle, but it was a mass of curls hanging everywhere.

I turned to the maids. "Ma'am, I don't know what to do with my hair. Is it supposed to look like this?"

She just pinned the frilly maid's cap on me and said, "Sweetie, you look gorgeous, now let's put you to work!"

Then they put the leather collar around my neck, attached a leash, and dragged me over to Marge, their boss, who handed me a pink feather duster.

"Ma'am, what do I do with this?" I asked.

"You can either start dusting the furniture with it, or I can shove it up your ass," she said. "Your choice, but it will be much harder to dust with it when it's sticking out of your ass. Does that help?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

The two maids snickered at me, and one of them said, "If it doesn't move, dust it."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. I spent the rest of the morning dusting the entire house. Every room, everywhere. I kept looking for a phone, a way to call the police, but I didn't see a land-line anywhere in the house. I thought maybe they all use cell phones, so I hoped I might see one of those lying around, but I had no luck. Still, I would be on the lookout for one. If I could find a cell phone while those housekeepers weren't paying close attention to me, then maybe I could wait until I was supposed to be asleep at night to call 911. I hoped that sooner or later, one of them would make a mistake and leave a phone out for me.

That afternoon, after I had finished scrubbing all of the toilets, Jenny took me away from the maids, and tied my hands behind my back. "Guess what?" she said. "My Mom has been away on business for the past week, but now she's home, and she's been dying to meet you for a long time!"

As she dragged me by the leash from one room to another, I could only imagine that Jenny's mother was a bigger, even angrier version of her. Soon I was standing in front of a tall woman with short dirty blonde hair dressed in a blue, pin-striped business suit.

"Mom, this is the rotten jerk that posted all that nasty stuff online about me and Gary," she said. "We're making him into a sissy maid, and his name is Pansy now."

She glared at me. "So you're the little bastard who caused all the trouble for my children!" she said. "It's a good thing for you that I don't believe in beating kids. But I have people who do that for me! And you're going to find that out soon, if you haven't already! When we're done with you, you'll be a much nicer person. What's left of you, anyway!"

I just swallowed and stared up at her, wide-eyed. She was like Jenny, all right, only bigger and angrier.

Then she took my leash, dragged me across the room, backed me up against a wall, grabbed my chin between her thumb and fingers, and tilted my head back to make me look up at her. "What's the matter, sissy boy? Don't you have anything to say for yourself? Should I just tell the housekeepers you need a good beating? Or would you rather Jenny taught you some manners?"

"Mom, I'll be glad to do it! His butt is still sore from his last beating," she said. "So I'll bet he'll cry like a baby when I start hitting him!"

"Oh, he's already had a beating?" she asked.

"Brooke took him out to that dungeon place in the valley, where they whipped him good!"

I managed to find my voice. "Please don't hurt me!" I begged. "I'll do anything you want me to!"

"Haven't you already done enough, you little bastard? You're the reason my kids had to change schools!"

"I…I didn't know that would happen," I said. "I didn't want for that to happen!"

"Oh, then what did you want? Did you just want to humiliate them?"

"I wasn't thinking of that…I thought it was just a joke," I said.

"Of course, it was just a joke to you. So you think humiliating people is funny? Well then, let's see how much fun you have when you're the one being humiliated! After all, turnabout is fair play, isn't it? Remember those nasty things you said about Gary being gay?"

"I didn't mean…that was a mistake-" I started.

"Yes, you made a mistake, all right. A big mistake! And Gary and his friends are going to explain that to little Pansy over and over!"

"I…I'm sorry-"

"No you're not, you little bastard! Not yet, anyway!" she snapped at me. "But you will be soon! And if you ever decide that you aren't happy with the way we're treating you here, we can always send you back to that dungeon out in the valley! They know how to deal with garbage like you!"

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

"We'll see," she said, and turned to Jenny. "Try and keep the little sissy out of my sight!"

Then she gave me one last shove, and stormed out of the room. I just shrank against the wall, and looked at Jenny, wondering what would happen next. These people weren't good cop and bad cop. They were bad cop and worse cop.

"So what did you think of my Mom?" she asked.

"She really hates me," I mumbled.

"Really, Captain Obvious? By the way, my Dad's stationed overseas in the Air Force. Just wait until he gets home, and he gets a look at you in your cute little uniform with your pretty hairdo. I'm really going to enjoy introducing you to Dad!"

Maybe I would be better off in that dungeon out in the valley after all.

For the rest of that week, they made me work as a maid, dusting the furniture and scrubbing out toilets. But now I had to wear three-inch heels, and that was like trying to learn how to walk all over again without losing my balance and falling on my face. There were always a couple of housekeepers around to keep an eye on me, something they enjoyed doing more than actually having to work.

Of course Gary wanted blow jobs every morning and every night, so that was part of my normal routine too. After a week of this, most of my welts had faded, the swelling on my butt had gone down, and things were back to normal, or at least as normal as things could be when you are forced to dress up and work as a maid.

Then on Friday, Jenny said, "My boyfriend is coming over tonight, so I'm sure you'll be happy to give him a blow job, now won't you?"

"Yes Miss," I said. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"Don't be silly, Pansy, you know Joe," she said. "The kid who kicked your ass! And stole your life! Is any of this coming back to you now?"

"Um, I didn't know he was your boyfriend."

"Oh yes, we've had so much fun together humiliating you that we started seeing each other. It's funny that I'm going out with the boy who replaced you, isn't it?"

Funny wasn't the word I would use to describe this. Back then, this bitch wouldn't even give me the time of day.

"But then again, he's not a total jerk like you. He's never asked me for a blow job like you did," she said. "Of course, he doesn't need to, since he has you to suck his cock whenever he wants, now doesn't he?"

"Yes, Miss," I muttered.

"Pansy, you don't look happy about this," she said. "So turn around and put your hands behind your back. He'll be here soon and I want to get you ready."

The rope she tied around my wrists made me even less happy. I wasn't looking forward to whatever she had planned for me with her new boyfriend. Then when the fake Joey showed up, the two of them took me down into the basement. Gary was already sitting there in a chair. So now I figured he wanted a blow job too.

"Nice hairdo, sissy," Joe said. "Did you do it yourself?"

"I did it," Jenny said. "I think it looks pretty on her."

"Yeah, in a sissified girly way," he said. "What do you think, Pansy?"

"Um, it looks nice," I said.

"I hear you got a good beating last week," he said.

"Yes sir, but I'm OK now."

"So tell me about it! What did they do to you?"

"A girl hit me with a cane. My butt, my legs, my arms. All over."

"And did it hurt a lot? Were you crying like a baby?"

I swallowed and said, "Yes, sir." I really didn't want to dwell on this, but I also didn't want to get another beating here.

"Yeah, I thought so, a wimp like you. But you deserved it after that stunt you tried to pull with Sue, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Maybe I'll ask Sue to come over here one of these days so she can give you a beating! Would you like that, sissy?"

"No sir, please don't do that!" I said. I never wanted to see Sue again.

Then Gary came up behind me, reached under my skirt, and suddenly pulled my panties down. "Lose the panties," he said. "Step out of them."

I didn't know what they were going to do to me, I had my panties around my ankles, and I was starting to shake so much that when I tried to lift one leg, I wobbled on my heel and fell over, landing hard on my side.

Joe just threw back his head and laughed. "Been walking long, little sissy?" he asked.

Gary got the panties off me, helped me up to my feet, and then threw me over the side of the chair. Then his fingers probing my butt made me squirm and twist, as he smeared something in my butt.

"Sir, what are you doing back there?" I asked.

"Just lubing you up good, Pansy," he said. "This will go a lot easier if you're lubed."

Finally he pulled his fingers out of his butt, sat in the chair, and pulled me onto his lap. Jenny was pointing her phone at me and Joe said, "It's time for this little sissy to get butt fucked!"

"Oh no, please-" I started.

Then Jenny said, "Pansy, if you know what's good for you, you will do as you're told!"

I stared at her in horror. Gary was going to do this to me in front of her, and in front of this kid who had stolen my life, and she was going to record it! Then I felt him grab one of my thighs, and start spreading my butt cheeks.

"Relax, Pansy," Gary said, as he started forcing his way inside me.

"Oww!" I groaned, and then gnashed my teeth together.

Slowly but surely, he pushed his way in. My butt hurt and I just sat there groaning.

Joe just laughed. "This must be really humiliating for you, huh Pansy?" he asked.

I just groaned. "Yes, sir."

"So you don't really like having your ass fucked, do you?"

"No sir, I don't!" I gasped.

"You like it a lot better when you suck his cock, right?"

I just squeezed my eyes shut and said, "Yes, sir."

"Then let me add to your humiliation," he said. "Seeing you getting fucked really turns me on!"

And when I opened my eyes, I saw his erect cock staring me in the face. Then Gary started sliding out of me, and I winced as he slid in again.

"Please sir, I'm kinda busy now!" I said.

"That's OK because from now on for sissy sluts like you, the motto is "TWO HOLES, NO WAITING!"

"Please sir," I said, grimacing. "Please wait till I'm finished!"

Then he grabbed my by the chin. "No, Pansy, you are going to suck my cock right now, and if you bite me, I will knock your teeth down your throat! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," I said, as Gary pulled out again.

And then he stuck his dick in my mouth, and it was all I could do to concentrate on not biting him as Gary was banging my ass over and over. Joe grabbed me by the hair and slammed his dick into my mouth over and over again, and with my wrists bound, I couldn't do anything but try to keep my mouth open and go along for the ride.

Joe came first, spurting over and over, the salty taste filling my mouth. Then as tears started trickling down my cheeks, I felt Gary pumping inside me. At last he pulled out, and left me sitting in his lap as I sniffled and cried.

Finally Jenny said, "That was great! I even got some close-ups of the sissy crying!"

"Wait Sis, we aren't done," Gary said. "Pansy, you can suck my cock later, but right now I'd like you to clean it off for me."

He shoved me down to my knees and then got up and stood over me. His dick that had just been in my ass and had more than just lube on it.

"Well, go on, Pansy," he said. "You don't expect me to put that sticky thing back in my pants, do you?"
I sniffled some more and felt more tears spill down my cheeks as I had to lean forward to take his filthy cock in my mouth. It tasted disgusting, but he kept guiding my head back and forth until he was satisfied that I had cleaned him off.

"Hey sissy," Joe said, "Maybe next time you can lick his ass clean, would you like that, too?"

I just knelt there, turning red and trying not to cry.

"Or would you rather eat Jenny out? Are you any good at that?"

I didn't even know what to do or say now. A wrong answer might get me killed.

But then Jenny spoke up. "Don't even think about it, Pansy!" she snapped at me, and then turned to Joe. "Don't give her any ideas! I don't ever want that little piece of shit touching me!"

I kept quiet and hoped they would get mad at each other.

Then Jenny grabbed me by my face, and snarled at me. "You don't put your hands, your tongue, or any other part of you on me EVER, you understand me, Pansy?"

My face caught in her grip, I did my best to say, "Yes, Miss. It wasn't my idea."

Finally they decided they had enough fun with me for the evening. Except of course for Gary, who showed up later for his nightly blow job.

So my life settled down into the horrible existence of being a part-time maid and a full-time slave. Every day they had me dress in my pink uniform with my hair teased up to scrub the toilets and dust the rest of the house. Every morning and every night, Gary got his blow job. At least he left my ass alone. Every night I would be locked in my little walk-in closet for the night. I slept on a cloth cot, and I ate meals of bread or rice and water, that usually left me hungrier than I had been when I started eating. I kept looking everywhere for a phone, or some way to call out of here, but I still hadn't found anything.

Then one day Jenny told me that Joe and his Mom would be coming over to have lunch on Saturday. In other words, MY Mom was coming here!

"Since Joe and I have been seeing each other for a while, his Mom thought we should get together."
At last, I thought, if I could just have a few seconds alone with my Mom, I could tell her everything, about that fake Joey, about Sue, everything!

"Of course we will keep you out of the way," she said. "It would be awfully embarrassing for her to see you as a little sissy maid, now wouldn't it?"

"Yes, of course, Miss," I said.

CHAPTER 10
ESCAPE

The rest of the week flew by, and I was on my best behavior. I didn't want to do anything that would ruin my chance to see Mom on Sunday. Lying on my cot at night, I would think about the prison sentences they would receive. Jenny's mom, all the maids here, and of course my sister Sue who planned all of this. Jenny and Gary and that fake Joey, they would end up in juvenile hall, which was better than they deserved. As I plotted my revenge, I thought about exactly what I would tell Mom when I got the chance to meet her.

Saturday afternoon, Jenny's mother had a business associate over for lunch, and both Gary and Jenny were there, too. I was dressed in my pink uniform and maid's cap, with my pretty curls draped around my face, and I stood with the other maids. I was a perfect little servant, Pansy the sweet little maid, mincing around, smiling, offering to help everyone. Everyone was delighted with me, even the people who hated me (which was just about everyone here.) So I had high hopes that they would let me work in the house the following day when my Mom would be here.

But the next day, Jenny said to me, "Joe and his Mom are coming over for lunch today, and you are to stay out of the way. You will remain in the kitchen at all times, and you won't talk to her, or even see her. We will have household staff to watch you at all times, so you better not try anything!"

"Yes, Miss," I said, looking as innocent as I could. "Of course, whatever you want."

I thought my plan was ruined, but I was still hoping for a miracle. I was in the kitchen on the other side of the house when I heard Joe and "his" Mom show up for lunch. There were two maids in the kitchen ordering me around, and my job was to do whatever they told me. They kept me working until the lunch was over, and I heard Jenny and the fake Joey say they were going outside to play in the pool.

Then Jenny's mother came into the kitchen, carrying some of the plates and dishes. She put them in the sink, turned to me and said, "You! Rinse those dishes and put them in the dishwasher!"
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, as the maids snickered at me.

Then she sniffed the air, and asked the maids, "Do you smell smoke?"

One of the maids looked out the window, pointed and said, "Fire! I think the barbecue is on fire!"

Jenny's mother told the maids, "You two, come with me!" Then she turned to me and said, "You stay right here!"

"Yes, Ma'am" I said. I smelled smoke too, and I was wondering if the entire house might burn down.

The three of them rushed out toward the backyard, leaving me alone.

Then I heard my Mom call from the other room, "Can I help you in there with the dishes?"

I was here alone in the kitchen, and then Mom walked in, carrying a few plates!

This was the lucky break I had been hoping for! I rushed over to her and said, "Mom, it's me! I'm your son Joey! They kidnapped me and made me work here as a maid!"

She looked down at me in surprise and said, "What's going on here? My son went out to the pool with Jenny!"

"No, he's an impostor! He took my place!" I said, spitting out the words as fast as I could while I had the chance. "They kidnapped me after I got home from summer camp, the day I went to get my hair cut. They've been keeping me a prisoner here ever since!"

She just shook her head, and said, "Look Miss, I don't know what you're trying to do-"
I pulled my hair back from my right ear. "Mom, look at me! I'm Joey! Remember when I was five years old, and I had an accident, and split my ear and I had to have stitches? Look at the scar! It's ME!"

She looked at my ear, and then cupped her hand around it. Then she bent down to take a good look at me. "Oh my God, how could this happen?"

"I can explain later, but you've got to get me out of here NOW! While they're all busy out back with that fire! Then we can call the police and get all this straightened out! And Sue's in on it, too! She planned the whole thing, but we have to go right now!"

"Sue?? Sue knows about you being here?" she said, and took me by the hand. "My car is parked out front, let's go!"

We hurried out the front door, ran down into the driveway, and got into the car. At last the car started up, and we were out of there. I was free!

"Mom, you won't believe the things they did to me! We have to call the police! All of them belong in prison! And Sue, too. Especially Sue! My own sister did this to me!"

"So have you been at that house all this time?"
"Yes, they made me dress up like this, and I had to work as a maid, and I had to sleep in a closet! And they never gave me enough food! I was hungry all the time, but one time I complained and then they made me eat dog food!"

"Dog food?? Oh my God!" she said, and pointed at the cup holder. "There's some orange juice in that thermos if you want it."

"Oh, thanks!" I said. I opened the thermos and started guzzling it. The orange juice was lukewarm, but it was delicious.

"It looks like you were thirsty too!" she said.

"I never got enough to drink or eat," I said. "They're horrible people! Every single day, they abused me made my life miserable!"

"We'll get to the bottom of this!" she said.

Then I finally relaxed and sat back in the seat. Everything was going to be all right now. At last I didn't have to worry about being tied up, beaten and raped. I took a deep breath and let it out. I was so relaxed that I even felt light-headed.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said, looking around at the scenery. I'm just so relieved…I don't recognize this neighborhood, though. Are we going straight home?"

"No, we're going to stop somewhere else first," she said. "As long as you're OK."

"I just…I just feel really tired all of a sudden," I said. "I guess now that I can relax. But I can barely keep my eyes open."

"I'm not surprised," she said. "I put something in the orange juice to help you sleep."

"What?" I asked, and it took a real effort to turn my head to look at her.

"You'll be asleep soon the way you drank all that orange juice, Pansy," she said. "You don't mind if I call you Pansy, do you? Your hair looks very pretty all done in curls like that."

"Pansy?" I asked, trying to focus. "That's what they called me."

"Yes, of course, because you're a pansy," she said. "Don't you think the name fits you?"

"Mom, I'm really confused," I said. "What are you saying?"

"Sweetie, just how stupid are you? Do you really think Sue could have masterminded this all by herself? Do you think I wouldn't have recognized that the boy she brought home from the salon wasn't my son?"
My head was spinning and none of this made any sense. "What? You mean you knew about this?"

"Of course, and today we will complete your transformation. I'm taking you to a clinic where a surgeon will perform the gender reassignment surgery."

"Gender reassignment? What's that?"

"A sex change," she said. "From now on, you won't just be dressing like a girl, you're going to BE a girl!"

"No!" I moaned. "You can't do this to me! I'm only twelve years old! No doctor will operate on me! I'm just a kid!"

"Normally that would be true, Pansy. They would want you to live as a girl for at least a year before performing the surgery. But you really impressed the psychiatrist, and he approved the operation!"

"Psychiatrist?" I asked, my head lolling back and forth. "I don't remember any psychiatrist!"

"Really? You just met him yesterday! He was there to evaluate you!" she said. "You served him lunch, and you were such a sweet little sissy! Of course he didn't say that; he said you were a perfect little lady! So your effeminate behavior convinced him to let the surgeon go ahead with the operation."

"Oh, no!" I moaned. "I was on my best behavior yesterday because they told me you were coming here for lunch and I thought you would rescue me."

She just laughed, and said, "You really are a stupid little pansy, aren't you? We couldn't have gone forward with the operation without your help, and you stumbled right into our trap, didn't you?"

"No," I groaned. "You can't do this to me. I won't let you." But now I couldn't even move, and my chin drooped to my chest.

"Just relax, sweetie, and let the sedative do its work," she said. "And when you wake up, you'll feel like a new person!"

CHAPTER 11
A NEW BEGINNING FOR PANSY

After I fell asleep in the car, all I remember is drifting in and out of consciousness. Maybe it was for days, maybe for weeks. Then one day I woke up in a hospital bed. Each of my wrists was tied to the sides of the bed with leather straps. I was dressed in some kind of hospital gown, but I couldn't see anything past the sheets covering me, and I struggled briefly against the straps holding me, but I was so weak that I gave up.

Then I saw a woman standing in the doorway to my room. It was Brooke, one of the people responsible for my imprisonment. "Sweetie, don't bother struggling against those straps," she said. "They were made to hold people a lot stronger than you."

"Where I am? What happened to me?"

"Good news, Pansy," she said, walking up to me. "The surgeries went well, and you get to go home today."

That wasn't reassuring at all. "Surgeries?? What did they do to me?"

"Let's just say you make a pretty girl now," she said, grinning at me.

"No!'' I shouted, struggling to try to sit up. "Did they cut off my-"

"The upside is you have a nice pair of breasts," she said, cupping her hands through the sheets around my chest.

"No, you can't do this to me!" I screamed.

"Oh sweetie, it's already done and there's nothing you can do about it," she said.

I tried to strain against the straps, and a sharp pain in my ribs made me groan.

"Take it easy, little one. You've had a pair of ribs removed, and you're going to be sore for a while."

"My ribs?? Why would they remove my ribs?"

"To give you a more girlish figure, of course!" she said. "Why, that will take two inches off your waist."

"A girlish figure?" I asked.

"Yes, that's important because these operations will probably stunt your growth. So you're going to be short, and you really don't want to be short and fat."

"I can't believe this," I said. Then I shifted my weight on the bed, and my butt felt weird. "Why does my butt feel like it's full of Jell-O?"

"You got some implants there too, and in your hips. But it's all done to give you that girlish figure. You'll be amazed at how you'll fill out a dress now! And guys will find you more attractive too!"

My eyes filled with tears. They had operated on me and changed my entire body. I was a girl now, and they were going to make me look attractive for guys. Then I felt my arm being swabbed with something wet. I opened my eyes, and tried to blink back the tears. A woman in a nurse's uniform was standing over me with a syringe.

"She's getting agitated," Brooke said.

"Yes, I can see that. But this will put her under," the nurse said. Then she stuck the syringe in my arm, and it stung.

'What did you give me?" I asked.

"Just something to help you sleep. Don't you worry about a thing," she said.

I groaned and turned my face away from them into the pillow. The last time someone gave me something to put me to sleep, I woke up as a girl.

I woke up and found myself lying on a cot, wearing what looked like a hospital gown. But when I tried to move, I found that my wrists and ankles were tied to the frame of the cot. I looked around and realized I was back in the walk-in closet at Jenny's house. Worse yet, Jenny was standing in the doorway.

"The idiot's awake," she called out.

"I'm back here again?" I asked.

"You figured that out, sissy boy?" she asked.

I just lay back on the cot and looked up at the ceiling. "Since they made me into a girl, there's no point in calling me that any more."

"Oh," she said, walking up to me, and squeezing one of my breasts until I winced. "If you're a girl now, then why do have junk between your legs?"

"Miss, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"You still have this metal tube here. Can you feel this?" she asked.

I felt a sharp pain in my groin that made my cry out.

"Maybe I can convince you if I give these a better squeeze," she said, and then the incredible pain made me scream my head off.

"What are you doing?" I shouted.

"So you don't like having your balls squeezed?" she asked.

When she let go of me and the pain subsided, I said, "They told me the operation was a sex change!"

She shook her head. "Then you should get your money back. They only did half the job," she said. "You're only a girl from the waist up. You're still a boy from the waist down. But I can cut this junk off you if you want. I'm sure we have a rusty knife around here somewhere-"

"No, I didn't mean that!"

"Oh, so should we get a message to your surgeon telling him you're disappointed, and you want him to finish the job?"

"No!" I screamed. "Miss, please don't do that!"

Then Gary poked his head in the door. "Sis, what's all the screaming about? What did you do to her?"

"She thought she was a girl now," she said. "I think she's disappointed to find out she's just a she-male."

"Really, Pansy?" he said. "You might find out that being a she-male can be the best of both worlds."

"No, sir, that's not what I meant," I said.

"Gary, I'm sure you'll want to have some fun with her, so I'll give Brooke a call, and see what she wants to do."

Then Jenny left, and Gary said, "I've really missed you," as he pulled down his shorts.

Then his penis was pointing at me, and I did what I had to do. I turned my head, took him in my mouth, and he got hard almost immediately. He must have really missed me, because he started spurting right away, filling my mouth with the salty taste.

"I'm going to call my friends now," he said. "I'm sure they'll be glad to hear that you're back! We'll get together a party for you real soon!"

Before I could even answer him, Jenny returned.

"Pansy, guess what? Brooke said she'll be over tomorrow to give you a ride out to the big ranch in the valley so you can play in their dungeon again!"

"Oh my God, please no!" I said. That girl promised to kill me if I ever came back there.

Oh yes," she said. "You tried to escape from us, and now you're going to pay for it! Have a good night's sleep, because tomorrow it will be punishment time!"

The following morning, Jenny took me down to the basement, wearing only my pink bra and panties (and of course, the penis chastity.) She gagged me with a scarf, and hogtied me.

"Brooke will come over soon, and I'll let her know where to find you," she said. "So if I don't see you again, have a nice trip!"

That awful woman Brooke walked in and found me hogtied on the floor, wearing a bra and pantyhose. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me up on my knees. "So you thought your Mom was going to rescue you, huh? From the looks of you, that didn't work out so good, now did it?"

I just shook my head. She was here to take me out to that ranch in the valley, and that was the last place on Earth I wanted to go.

Then she said, "Let's get you packaged for travel." She pulled the gag out of my mouth, and shoved a wadded-up ball of cloth in. Then a ball gag forced my mouth open, and she tied it off behind my neck.

Now my mouth was stuffed, I couldn't even speak, and the ball was stretching my mouth.

Then she untied my wrists, and fed both my arms into a long black leather sleeve. "This arm binder will keep things nice and snug," she said, as she laced it up, pulling my arms closer and closer together. "That way you won't move around very much."

Very much? I couldn't move at all!

Then she untied my ankles, and wrapped silver duct tape around my legs from my ankles all the way up over my knees. "There, that should do it," she said. "Just one more item."

I wondered what else she could do to me, and then a blindfold slid down over my eyes, and everything went dark.

"Time to go, Pansy," she said, and she picked me up, threw me over her shoulder and started walking.

After a while, I heard Jenny call out, "Brooke, be sure and tell us everything that happens to her!"

Soon I felt myself being dumped in the trunk of car.

"I guess you know by now this is going to be a long trip, so try not to suffocate in here," she said. "In case you get bored, just think about the things Honor is going to do to you! You remember the last beating she gave you, and she told you never to come back? I wouldn't want to be you when she sees you again, that's for sure!"

Then she slammed the trunk shut, and I was alone. And I knew that as bad as it was to be locked in this trunk, it was going to be a lot worse once that teenage dominatrix got her hands on me.

CHAPTER 12
ONE LAST CHANCE

It was a long ride, but eventually we came to a stop, and I felt a breeze when the trunk opened.

"We're here, Pansy!" Brooke said.

I just groaned, and barely heard a sound come through the gag.

"Oh good, you're still alive," she said. "I hope you had a nice rest, because you're going to need your strength!"

Then she picked me up, threw me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried me away. I heard a door open, and it got warmer, so I thought we were inside a house.

"Back again, huh?" I heard a woman say.

"Yes, Amanda," Brooke said. "Is Honor in the dungeon?"

"Yes, take her downstairs."

She carried me down a flight of steps, and then set me down on my knees. "Honor, she's your problem now," Brooke said.

"This one again?" she asked. "She keeps turning up like a bad penny."

"I'm going to go talk to your aunt," Brooke said. "I just can't stand the sight of blood."

I heard her walk away, and suddenly a hand around my throat pulled me up to my feet. Then my blindfold was ripped away, and I was face to face with that teenage dominatrix, Honor. She was all dressed in black leather, with her dark hair pulled back.

"I haven't forgotten that the last time you were here, you were very rude to my husband, Alicia," she said. "You called him a lot of nasty names!"

I looked over and there was her sissy husband, standing behind her in a white dress. They were going to kill me and I couldn't even speak, much less move a muscle.

"So the first thing you are going to do is apologize to him for being the nasty little piece of shit you are, and then you try to make it up to him by giving him a blow job. Is that clear?"

I nodded my head vigorously. Maybe if I did what she wanted, she wouldn't kill me.

She threw me down on my knees, took the ball out of my mouth, and eventually got the cloth out too. "Nice gag," she said. "I will have to compliment Brooke on that. Now speak!"

Her sissy husband Alicia was standing over me, and I said, "I'm very sorry for the way I behaved the last time I was here. I thought you were a slave, and I know better now, and I'm sorry I was a…uh, a nasty little shit, but please let me make it up to you by giving you a blow job."

I hoped that's what I was supposed to say. Alicia looked me over, and then bent down. He cupped his hands around my breasts and frowned. "Let's not, and say we did," he said.

"You don't want the blow job?" Honor asked.

"Could I please speak to you outside?" he asked her.

The two of them left, and they were gone quite a while. All I could do was kneel there, and wonder what horrible plans they were making for me. At last they returned.

"Nice rack you got there," Honor said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, hoping that was a compliment.

"So you're a she-male now?" Alicia asked.

I thought that was kind of obvious, but I just said, "Yes, sir."

Then Honor jerked my hair back, and made me look straight up at her. "Now listen up, you stupid little bitch!"

I gasped and said, "Yes, Mistress!"

"You deserve the beating of your life, but Alicia and I know your story now, and she has convinced me…which rarely happens, by the way, so you don't know just how lucky you really are. But she has convinced me that being turned into a she-male is enough punishment for you. So I am going to give you a chance to get out of here."

"I don't understand, Mistress," I said. Was I really going to get out of here without a beating?

"We know your whole story now. We're aware that you were taken, that your family gave you away, and you're being held prisoner in that big house on the hill, across town," Alicia said.

"We provide discipline in this dungeon," Honor said. "We don't aid and abet kidnappers. So I am going to offer you a deal."

"A deal?" I asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"We will call the police, and they can take you back to LA, and you can tell them your story about what your family did to you, about the people who are holding you," Honor said. "But you don't mention us! At all! Not me, not Alicia, not Brooke, not Aunt Amanda, not anyone in this house!"

"So I can go to the police?" I asked, hardly believing my good luck.

"Yes, we will call the police, but listen to me!" Honor said. "If you try to implicate us in any way, we might not kill you, but when I get done with you, you will beg me to kill you! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, of course," I said. "I won't mention you at all."

"You just tell the police that your kidnappers brought you here to our dungeon, but when we realized you had been kidnapped, we called the police."

I nodded my head fervently. I would agree to anything to get out of here. And now I could send all of the people who had been tormenting me to prison.

"Pansy, make sure you understand this," Alicia said. "There are some people you don't cross, and Aunt Amanda is one of them. I don't care what you think of us here. You HAVE to leave us out of this!"

"Yes, I will!" I said. "Thank you for letting me go! Now maybe I'll have a chance to get my life back!"

So they left me there sprawled on the floor, and I hoped they were really going to make that phone call to the police.

After a long while, they came back, and started untying me.

"The police are on the way, and they will be here soon," Honor said.

Alicia got me into a sissy pink floral dress that I hated, but at least it made me look like a normal girl, and they walked me upstairs.

Soon there was a knock on the door, and two uniformed police officers came in. "We're looking for a girl named Pansy," one of them said.

"That's me, officer," I said.

"We're going to take you back to our station in Los Angeles," he said. "They told us you were a victim of a kidnapping."

"Yes, it's a long story," I said. "Please take me back to LA!"

So they took me out to their squad car, I got in the back seat, and we were off.

"You won't believe what I've been through," I said, as we drove off.

"You can tell it to the detectives when we get back to the station," the driver said. "It's going to be a long ride."

It was a long ride. But sitting in the back seat was a lot more comfortable than being tied up in the trunk, and I must have fallen asleep. We were back in Los Angeles when they woke me up, and took me into their station house.

They brought me into a small room,where a detective was sitting at a table. He was a big guy, dressed in a suit, and I sat across from him.

He pushed a button on a small machine. "This is a recording device, so start at the beginning and tell the entire story of how you were kidnapped, as best you can remember it."

And I told him the story of how I was really a boy named Joey. How I came home from summer camp, and when my sister took me to get my hair cut, they beat me up, and that other boy took my place and went home with my sister. And then they took me to this big house where I was enslaved, and how I was abused and beaten and raped, and they made me eat dog food.

His expression never changed as I told my story. These detectives must be a bunch of hard-boiled guys; they must have seen it all, and nothing surprises them.

Finally I finished my story and ran out of breath, and he said, "All right, I think we have plenty of evidence to refer this to the district attorney's office, and we have probable cause, so we'll get a judge to authorize search warrants for your family's house, and the place you were being held."

And then I decided to go further. I know I had told Honor and Alicia that I wouldn't implicate them, but I was safe now. And Honor had beaten me so badly that I couldn't even lift my arms and I was sore for a week. That had to be a crime, some kind of assault, or aggravated assault. "That's not all!" I said. "At that big ranch house in the valley, where your officers picked my up, they gave me beatings there! That dominatrix Honor beat me so badly-"

"Kid, stop talking!" the detective interrupted.

"But this is important!" I said. "You don't know the whole story yet!"

"We already have more than enough to take this to the district attorney," he said. "We will get justice for you!"

I wasn't very good at reading people. I had also never heard that expression that when you're in a hole, stop digging. So I went on, "Not only did that girl Honor beat me, but she made me give her sissy husband a blow job! Not just once, but twice!"

He switched off the recording device, grabbed a bottle of water, and opened it. "You want one?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I said. I had done so much talking that my throat was really raw.

He slid another bottle across the table to me. I opened it, and started drinking. The cool water felt good going down my throat, but I really shouldn't accept drinks from people.

"There are things you don't understand. People we can go after, and people we can't. That's the way the world works, Pansy," he said.

"It's Joey. My real name is Joey," I said, and then I started feeling light-headed. "What people can't you go after-"

That's all I remember.

CHAPTER 13
WELCOME TO THE ISLAND

After a while, a rumbling sound woke me up. But I wasn't in the police station any more. I was lying on my stomach in just my underwear, and when I tried to move, I found that my hands were tied behind my back. My ankles were bound too, and there was a cloth gag in my mouth. I was in the back of a van, we were moving, and there were bars on the windows. I thought it was a police van, but I didn't know why I was here. Was I being kidnapped again?

At last the van came to a stop. I had managed to roll over on my back, and was lying next to a rolled up carpet, when the back door opened. A man climbed into the van, and crouched over me. It was the detective.

"Pansy, it's good to see you're awake. I didn't spike your bottle of water with too much, then," he said.

"What's going on?" I tried to ask through the gag.

"It's time for the next leg of your trip," he said, and started unrolling the carpet.

I tried to struggle, but I was all tied up, and he easily shoved me over onto the carpet.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

But he just started rolling me over and over, and the carpet wrapped around me so tightly that I could barely breathe. Then I was sliding along the floor, and being picked up. Finally he was carrying me out of the van. I thought I could hear seagulls calling, but mostly I just heard the pounding of my heart as he carried me off.

Then we were going upstairs, and after a while, downstairs. And then I was dropped on the floor. At last he unrolled the carpet, and I just lay there on the floor trying to suck air around my gag.

He sat on the floor next to me, and took the gag out of my mouth. "Pansy, what did Honor and Alicia tell you when they let you go?"

"They…they told me not to involve them," I said.

"Which is exactly what you did, right?"

"But-"

"After I told you to stop talking, that we already had enough evidence, did you stop? he asked.

"You can't do this to me!"

"Why not? No one will ever miss you."

"But you're the police!"

"I am also on Amanda's payroll. So were the police that picked you up. You were told that there are some people that you just don't cross, weren't you?"

"They…they broke the law, didn't they?"

But he just laughed. "Kid, some people are above the law. That's a hard lesson that you're about to learn."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"I'm not taking you anywhere," he said. "I'm done with you."
"But I'm on a boat! Where am I going?"

"That's up to you. Maybe somewhere no one will ever look for you," he said. "Or if you still haven't learned to do as you're told, maybe they'll just throw you overboard. So if I were you, I would learn to behave myself!"

Then another man came down to join us. "Detective Martz, thank you for making this delivery."

"Just tying up a loose end," he said. "Now she's your problem."

As the two of them left, the other man looked back at me and said, "Oh, I don't think she'll be any problem at all."

Then I was alone on a boat, all tied up in just my underwear, going to who knows where? How could I have been so stupid? I had a chance to get revenge on my family and everyone else who had hurt me. All I had to do was not tell the police about the people at the ranch house. And they warned me, too. They told me not to do it, but I wouldn't listen.

I just waited and waited, and then the boat came to a stop. It felt like we were still out on the ocean, but for some reason we had stopped. Then a man came down the stairs, pulled me up to my feet, threw me over his shoulder, and took me upstairs and onto the deck.

Then he dumped me on the deck, my butt landing with a thud, and my hair spilling all around me.

"Look what we got here," he said. "Pansy, the little boy-girl."

I looked around and there were seven or eight other men standing around. "Where are you taking me?" I asked no one in particular.

"Depends," said the man who carried me up here. Then he looped a noose around my neck, and held up the anchor tied to it. "How do you feel about giving us blow jobs?"

I looked around at all the guys, swallowed, and said, "All of you?"

"That's right, faggot! We all want our cocks sucked," he snarled at me. "Or would you rather I threw this anchor over the side. And you can follow it to the bottom! Maybe if you're lucky you'll drown before the sharks get you!"

"All right, I'll do it!" I said.

They got me up on my knees, and I had to give one blow job after another. Some of those guys were big, too, but they just kept ramming their cocks into my face. They made me gag a few times, but they didn't care. As soon as I stopped choking, they started in on me again. I swallowed all I could, my mouth was full of cum, and by the time they were done with me, my jaw ached.

"Not bad, faggot!" the first man said. "So now we'll take you to your new home."

"Thank you," I said, lying there on the deck with cum everywhere, my sticky hair all over my face. I was so exhausted and humiliated that I probably wouldn't have minded if they threw me into the ocean.

Then one of the guys tied a cloth around my mouth to gag me, and said, "Keep quiet for the rest of trip and maybe we won't throw you in the drink!"

Then he draped a green tarp over me, and left me lying on the deck. Sometimes I could hear people walking around, and bits of conversation, but at least they left me alone.

Finally we arrived at an island some distance off the coast of California. They pulled the tarp off me, and it must have been evening because the sun was low in the sky. A man stood over me and started undoing a box of plastic wrap. As I looked up at him, he started wrapping it around my ankles and then my calves. he just kept wrapping it around me until he got to my butt, and then started turning me on my side, first one way and then the other, as he kept wrapping it around my stomach and breasts.

When he got up to my neck, he said, "I'm going to take your gag off, but if you say a word, it goes back in, and you won't like be wrapped up that way."

I just nodded my head, and he ungagged me, and then wrapped the plastic around my chin and mouth. At least he poked a hole through the plastic over my mouth so I could breathe. Then he finished wrapping my head, including all of my hair, until I was completely wrapped in plastic. I was struggling to breathe through my mouth, but finally he ripped a hole open near my nose, and that let some cool air in.

Then another man picked me up, and carried me over his shoulder off the boat, across the beach, and up a walkway to a house. Inside the house, he lowered me onto a white marble floor. There I was, wrapped up like a mummy in clear plastic wrap. I couldn't even move, and my chest could barely expand to breathe in.

"What have we here?" a woman's voice asked.

"Miriam, this is your new slave, as discussed," the man said.

Then he started unwrapping me, and I was turned over and over at least a dozen times before I spilled out of the wrapping on the floor, and I just lay there, wondering what would happen next.

Then the man said, "Kneel before your new mistress."

"Yes, sir," I said, and pulled myself up to my knees.

Across from me was a tall woman with long dark hair framing a face that might have been very pretty twenty years ago. I guess some guys might still find her attractive, but she looked mean to me. Maybe it was the leather outfit she was wearing or the riding crop in her hand, but she didn't look friendly.

"She is called Pansy," he said.

"Thank you, that will be all," Miriam said.

I watched as he nodded, and left. Then I turned to look up at her.

"You look absolutely disgusting!" she said.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said. "The men on the boat made me give them blow jobs."

"So you don't like giving blow jobs? Oh, then you won't be happy here at all," she said, and then used her riding crop to lift my chin. "Still, you can learn to enjoy giving them, can't you?"

I gulped and said, "Yes, Mistress. I'll be happy to do whatever you want me to!"

"That's better, slave," she said. "And you WILL be a good little slave, now won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Anything you want, I'll do it!"

"Good, because you belong to me now. You are going to spend the rest of your life on my island. That could be many years, or just a few months," she said. "Or only a few days. It all depends on how well you behave."

"I…I promise I'll be good!" I said.

"Girls!" she called out. "We have a new slave! Clean up this little one and get her dressed!"

Two young women dressed in black maids' uniforms with white aprons appeared, came over to me, and untied my ankles. I groaned at the pain in my ankles as the ropes came off, but they just pulled me up to my feet and dragged me outside. They marched me around the back of this very large house to a shower set over a block of concrete.

They untied my wrists and just as quickly re-tied them over my head to the pipe for the shower nozzle. It was a warm night, but still I was naked and the concrete felt cold against my bare feet.

"Oh, look at you," one of the women said.

Then she fondled my breasts and made me gasp.

"You haven't been a girl for very long, have you?" she asked.

"No, Mistress," I said.

Then the other woman grabbed my penis chastity and pulled on it. "She's still part boy, though."

The first woman glanced down at me, and said, "But that's hardly worth mentioning, is it?"

I didn't want to say anything with her holding on to my penis, but finally she let go of me. I had a moment to exhale and catch my breath, when they turned on the water. A burst of cold water down my neck and back made me scream and hop around, trying to get out of the spray.

"Not used to cold showers, are you Pansy?" one of them asked me.

"N-n-no, Mistress," I said, shivering.

"Then let's get this over with quickly," she said, sponging cold water all over my hair and chest.

They brushed out my hair and rinsed me off, and I was shivering. Even after they wrapped a towel around me, my teeth were still chattering.

"Looks like we better get you inside before you freeze to death," she said.

"P-p-please take me some place where it's warm," I begged.

They untied me, and I hurried back around the house with them. Once we were inside, at least it was warm again, even if I was still wet and shivering. Then they marched me downstairs to the basement. The tile floor was cold but otherwise it was warm down here too. They led me in the direction of what looked like a prison cell, with iron bars from the floor to the ceiling, a narrow bed with a thin mattress, and a toilet.

"That's your new home," one of them said. "Now get in there, keep quiet for an hour and maybe we'll bring you something to eat."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.

I walked inside the cell, they slammed the door shut, and I sat down on the bed, and toweled off my hair. So this was my new home. A jail cell in a dungeon underneath a house on a private island somewhere off the coast of California. After I dried myself off, I just sat there with a towel wrapped around my waist, and waited.

An hour must have passed, because the two maids returned, and stood outside my cell. One of them carried a bowl of food, and the other one stood with her arms folded across her chest and said, "Take off that towel, get down on your knees, and promise me that you're going to be a good little slave girl."

If they thought they could provoke me to being disobedient, they were going to be disappointed. I got down on my knees, and said, "Mistress, I promise I'll be a good little slave girl."

They left a bowl of some kind of stew and a cup of water with me, and at least I had something to eat. After I finished eating, I went to lie down on the cot, and thought my day was over.

But the two maids returned, carrying some ropes and shoes.

"Get up, slave!" one of them said, as they opened the door to my cell.

I got to my feet, they placed leather cuffs on my wrists, and then sat me down on the cot. They tried a couple of pairs of high-heeled shoes on me, and one pair fit well. They got me up on my feet, and I wobbled and almost fell over.

"Mistress, how high are these heels?" I asked.

"Those are five-inch heels, and you had better get used to them because that's all you will wear from now on!"

My eyes widened, as I could hardly stand on these heels, much less walk in them, but I just said, "Yes, Mistress."

The she fed a rope through a ring set in the ceiling, and let the two ends of the rope dangle in front of me. The other maid pulled my arms up and they tied both of my wrists up over my head, leaving me standing there naked on these impossibly high heels.

"Good night, little slave girl," one of them said.

I gasped. "Mistress, do I have to stand here all night like this?"

"We could tie your hands behind you instead," one of them said. Then she held up a pair of small metal hooks on a chain, swung them into my nostrils, and pulled up on my nose. "Then would you rather be hanging by these nose hooks for the entire night?"

The pain in my nose made me jerk my head back and up. "No, Mistress! I'm fine like this!"

"I thought so," she said with a smirk on her face. "Now try and get some sleep. You need to get used to those heels."

They left the cell, slammed the door shut and then the lights went out. I was naked, my wrists were bound above me, and I had to stand on these skyscraper heels in the dark. Already my ankles were starting to hurt. How was I supposed to get any sleep like this?

The pain in my ankles kept me up most of the night, and I tried to shift my balance from time to time. At least a couple of times, I turned my ankle and had to hang by my wrists, which didn't feel good either. At some point I started sniffling and crying but I tried not to make any noise, because I was sure they would punish me for that. I may have actually gotten some sleep that night, but my morning I was completely exhausted.

In the morning, a couple of other maids came by to look in on me.

"Look at this!" one of them said. "This little sissy is all red-faced from crying."

"What's the matter, sissy?" the other one asked. "Don't you like your new home?"

By now the pain in both ankles was awful. "Mistress, please let me sit down or kneel, anything to get off my feet!"

"Oh, you don't like your new shoes?" she asked. "I think they look sexy!"

I just groaned and hung there by my wrists.

"Tell you what, sissy," one of them said. "I'll let you get down on your knees if you make good use of your mouth on me."

If she wanted me to eat her, or even if both of them, it would be worth it just to get off these heels. "I'll do whatever you want," I mumbled.

They untied my wrists and I dropped to me knees in front of them.

Then the maid pulled down her panties, and lifted her skirt. And I was staring at a semi-erect dick! "What??" I asked.

"What are you waiting for, Pansy?" she asked. "Go ahead and suck my cock!"

"But…I thought'"
"You thought I was a girl?" she said, and threw back her head and laughed. "I'm just like you! Why do you think they brought you here?"

I turned to the other girl. "Are you also…"
She nodded and said, "Welcome to She-Male Island!"

I just knelt there at her feet with my mouth open, the realization dawning on me that all of the maids here were just like these two.

"I hope you haven't changed your mind," she said, waving her dick at me.

"No…no," I said. "It's just…I didn't know…it's a lot to take in."
"Yeah, and it's going to get even bigger once you start sucking on it!" she said.

Then both girls roared with laughter, and I could feel myself turning bright red. But I couldn't bear standing on the heels again, so I took the penis in my mouth, and started sucking on it. It wasn't long before it spurted in my mouth, and I swallowed all of it. Then the other maid stepped up, and I had to do it again, the salty taste filling my mouth.

"Not bad," she said. "We'll let the other girls know you like to suck cock, and you're going to be one busy little sissy from now on!"

"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled.

Then they took my shoes off, dragged me naked into the shower, and I was so exhausted that I could barely stand long enough to take a brief shower. They dried me off, and then made me put my arms up over my head so they could tie a white corset around me. I gasped as it tightened around my ribs.

"Don't worry, Pansy," she said. "This will be part of your uniform, but you won't have to do a lot of work in this outfit."

Then she planted her knee in my back, and tightened the laces even further. "I can hardly breathe in this thing!" I gasped.

"Just take shallow breaths. You'll get used it," she said, and smiled at me. "But you don't have any choice, now do you?"

"No, Mistress," I said, trying not to groan.

Then they took me back to my cell, and laid me face down on my cot with my damp hair hanging all around my face. They quickly slapped leather cuffs back on my wrists and ankles, and bound me in a hogtie so strict that I could barely move. I could barely see anything but my curtain of hair, but then a penis gag appeared in front of my mouth. They didn't have to tell me what to do. I opened my mouth, it slid in, and they buckled it in place behind my neck. Then she tousled my mane of hair, so now it was in my eyes and I could barely see at all.

"Now stay there and practice your cock sucking!" she told me. "Maybe in a while someone will come along and you can suck a real cock. If you're good, you might even get breakfast!"

I nodded my head, and tried to say, "Yes, Mistress."

They left the cell, and slammed the door shut. They had left me hogtied face-down on my cot with a penis gag stuck in my mouth. I could barely breathe with this corset wrapped around me, and I couldn't even see with all this hair in my eyes. At least they hadn't beaten me, and they didn't make me stand on those awful heels. All I could do was wait until someone else came along to take advantage of me.

At least an hour must have passed before two more maids came to visit me. By now I understood that they were she-males, and I had a real good idea of what they wanted from me. They opened the cell door, came in, and stood over me.

"Oh look, she's got something in her mouth!" one of them said.

I groaned, and waited from them to take the gag out.

"That's all right, she has another hole we can use," the other one said. Then, just in case I didn't understand, she slapped me on the butt.

I shook my head and screamed into the gag.

"What's that, Pansy?" a maid asked. "You've already got a dick in your mouth, and now you're looking forward to having your ass fucked too?"

I screamed again, and shook my head even harder. That was definitely NOT what I wanted.

"No, I think she wants to suck our cocks," the other one said.

I nodded my head vigorously.

"Oh really?" the first maid said. "Well then, if you beg for it, we'll put our dicks in your mouth, and not up your ass."

As she unbuckled my gag, I quickly said, "Yes, that's it! My mouth! Not my ass!"

"Pansy, you can beg better than that, can't you?" the other one asked.

I stared up at the two of them through my hair and just let out a sigh. Begging had to be less humiliating than being raped. "Mistress, please let me suck your cock!" I begged.

"Oh, have you been looking forward to it?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress, I'd love to suck your cock! BOTH of your cocks! I've been looking forward to it all morning! Please let me suck your cocks!"

I must have humiliated myself enough to satisfy them, because the next thing I knew, a dick was shoved in my mouth. The trouble is, I was hogtied and could barely move. But the maid was willing to help. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and started slamming her dick into my mouth over and over. All I could do was rock back and forth as she face-fucked me until she spurted inside me and once again my mouth was filled with the taste of cum.

Then it was her friend's turn, and it was more of the same. She spurted even more, and then pulled out, leaving me gasping for breath.

"Aren't you going to thank us?" she asked.

I looked up through my curtain of hair. "Mistress?" I asked, not sure of what I should be thanking them for.

"Aren't you going to thank us for letting you suck our cocks?" she asked. "You weren't lying when you said you wanted to suck them, now were you? Because next time, we can use your ass instead-"

"Oh yes, Mistress!" I said quickly. "Thank you very much for letting me suck your cocks!"
"So you always want our cocks in your mouth then?" she asked.

I swallowed. "Yes, Mistress. I always want your cocks in my mouth. All of the other maids, too!"

"Good, I'll pass the word along to the other girls. It would be a shame if some of them got confused and decided to use your ass instead, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please tell the others I want to suck their cocks too!" I said.

"All right, now we'll give you five minutes to eat breakfast. And since you've been such a good girl, we won't make you try to eat with your hands tied behind your back, and we'll even give you a spoon."

Then they put a bowl of cornflakes on the cot next to me, and untied my wrists.

"Thank you so much, Mistress," I said, digging into the cereal. I was hungry, I wanted to get their taste out of my mouth, and the cornflakes with milk were delicious. As soon as I finished, they hogtied me, and left me on the cot with the penis gag stuck in my mouth again.

That was the way my day went. At lunch time two more maids appeared, made me suck their cocks, and then let me eat some food. Then they hogtied and gagged me again. At dinner time, a half-dozen of them showed up, and my jaw ached by the time all of them were done with me, but then I got to eat dinner. At least they didn't make me sleep in the hogtie. They tied me to the cot spread-eagled at night, but I still had to wear the corset all night. The only time I got to take it off was for my morning shower.

Day after day followed the same routine. My entire day was spent hogtied with a penis gag in my mouth, except when I had to give the maids blow jobs. But I wasn't going to complain because they could dump my dead body in the ocean any time they wanted. Lying there all day, I was bored out of my mind, but at least I had plenty of time to think about my situation. My old life was gone, stolen by another kid with the help of my mother and sister.

Now I was a slave, and lived only to be used by people who could kill me at any time. I spent most of my day bound so tightly that I could hardly move. But that wasn't the worst of it. They didn't even have to dress me up to make me look like a girl because now I had a pair of breasts sticking out of my chest. The penis sealed in a metal tube between my legs was the only reminder that I was really a boy, and they could remove that too if they wanted. So for the time being, I was going to behave myself and do as I was told. I really didn't have any other choice.

CHAPTER 14
MEET AND GREET

Then one evening after dinner Mistress Miriam came to visit me. I was lying on my cot hogtied as usual, my awful corset wrapped around me..

"Pansy, I have a new job for you," she said. "You're going to greet my visitors tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I didn't know what this greeting would involve, but I was sure I would find out soon enough.

But there was no further explanation, and two maids untied me, helped me into those awful high heels, and marched me upstairs and outside. Even though I was half-naked in just my corset (and penis chastity, of course) it was warm outside, and the maids pointed at a low pedestal next to the front door.

"Stand on that," one of the maids said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I climbed up onto it, and steadied myself on my heels.

The maid threw a rope over a hook set in the facade above me, and then both of them secured padded cuffs on my wrists, and tied them together over my head.

"Your job is to welcome the guests when they arrive. Smile and greet them warmly if you know what's good for you. Is that clear?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then she placed a riding crop next to the pedestal. "That's all you do. If they ask you anything, you tell them you don't know because you're an idiot. You're just a stupid slave, and you don't know anything. Understand?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I don't know anything."

"Then if you're lucky, they might not beat you," she said. Then she placed a blindfold over my head, and slipped it down over my eyes.

I gasped as everything went dark.

"That will make things more interesting. After all, sissies deserve to be completely helpless, don't they, Pansy?"

I wobbled on my heels and finally got my balance again. "Yes, Mistress. I'm a sissy and I deserve to be helpless," I said.

Then I heard them leave, and the door slammed shut, leaving me alone outside.

So all I could do was wait there in darkness, strung up by my wrists, and balanced on my high heels. At last I heard someone walking toward me, and my entire body tensed.

"Look at this," a man's voice said.

"She's very young," a woman said. "And no whip marks, at least not that I can see."

"We can fix that!" the man said.

"What is your name, sissy?" the woman called out.

"Mistress, my name is Pansy!" I almost shouted, turning in the direction of her voice. This guy was ready to whip me, just for the fun of it!

"Look, there's a riding crop here," he said. "How convenient!"

Then I heard the sound of the crop whistling through the air, back and forth. I hoped he just wanted to scare me with it.

Then I heard a loud cracking sound, and felt a sharp pain in my butt cheeks that made me yelp.

"Are you surprised, little sissy?" he asked. "Didn't you know your mistress put you out here to be beaten?"

"Sir, I…I didn't know…I'm new here," I stammered.

"You must be a stupid little slave," he said, and then rubbed the crop against my butt, which made me shiver.

"Yes sir, I'm a stupid little slave," he said. I would agree to anything if it kept him from beating me.

Then another sharp pain in my butt made me scream, and I wobbled on my heels.

"And just how stupid are you, little sissy?" he calmly asked me.

"Sir, I'm a very stupid slave!" I said. "I'm a very stupid little sissy! Please don't beat me any more!"

Then he rubbed the crop against my sore butt again, and I winced from the pain.

"You sissies love to suck cock, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes sir, if you let me down from here, I'll suck your cock right now!" I said. Anything had to be better than this. I was all tied up and blind, and completely exposed out here.

"Not just yet, faggot!" he said. "But I'll deal with you later tonight, you can count on that!"

"Yes, sir!" I said. "I'll suck your cock whenever you want!"

"Of course you will," he said, and then gripped my face with a large strong hand. "Because you're just a stupid little sissy, aren't you?"

Now my whole body was shaking, and I was sure he was going to hit me. "Yes sir, I'm a very stupid little sissy! I'll do whatever you want!"

But then he let go of my face and said, "Good, I will see you later."

I barely heard them walk away over the sound of my heart pounding, and it was all I could to just to stand there on my heels and catch my breath and try to compose myself. I wouldn't even mind if all he wanted from me was a blow job, but this man sounded like he really gets off on hurting sissies.

But then they just left me there. At first I was relieved that no one else came by to hurt me, but after a while my ankles started to ache from these high heels. And even though I was blindfolded, it seemed to be getting dark out because I felt chilly dressed only in a corset.

Finally, I heard the door open and a couple of people grabbed me and pulled me down from the pedestal. They didn't say anything, but I was sure they were maids. They untied my wrists and then bound them behind my back. Each of them took me by an arm and led me away. I could tell I was inside the house because it was warmer now, and by my heels clacking on the floor.

I heard Miriam's voice. "Put her on the floor and hogtie her," she said.

The maids shoved me down, but I felt my knees hit a pillow, so at least there was some kind of padding on the floor. Quickly they tied my cuffed wrists and ankles together, and I was hogtied and blind on the floor. My hair was the only part of me still free, and I felt that spill all around my face.

"Pansy, would you like to suck cock now?" Miriam asked.

I knew there was only one answer to that question, as humiliating and disgusting as it was. It was still better than getting a beating. "Yes, Mistress. I'd like that very much," I said.

Then I felt a hand grab a large handful of my hair, and jerk my head back. I opened my mouth to gasp, and a penis shoved its way in. It was bigger than the maids' I had taken in before, and it kept growing even bigger. I could barely breathe as he shoved it in and out of my mouth, and finally spurted four or five times. I was sure this was the big man who had hit me outside, and I didn't want any more trouble from him, so I said, "Thank you, sir."

I heard him walk away and say, "Maybe the faggot isn't completely worthless."

I didn't know what was going to happen next. I was still face down and helpless with a salty taste in my mouth, when another hand lifted my chin. I thought it was one of the maids, but being blindfolded, I couldn't tell one penis from another. But whoever he was, I had to give him a blow job too. And another, and another. I lost count after a while, but I think I had to suck ten or eleven cocks that night. I was so tired after the last one that I just lay there for a long time, waiting for the next guy to take advantage of me.

Finally they started untying me, and my legs were free. But instead of untying my wrists, they dragged me up and threw me over the padded arm of a chair or sofa. Then, with my bare ass up in the air, a large hand reached into the crook of my knee, and lifted my leg off the floor, spreading my butt cheeks.

"Her butt seems small," a man's voice said. "You haven't used her ass much, have you?"

"No, I thought we would save her for you," Miriam said. "But she's not a virgin back there. She's been fucked before. Although maybe not by anyone as big as you."

I wanted to scream, to tell them to let go of me. But I knew that would only make things worse. Not that it mattered, because I felt a ball being forced against my mouth.

"Open up, Pansy!" Miriam ordered me.

I had to open my mouth for her, and as soon as I did, the ball forced its way in, and fit behind my teeth. Then she buckled it tight behind my neck. No sooner had I adjusted to having this ball in my mouth, then a finger in my ass startled me, and made me struggle against my bonds.

"Pansy, you aren't going anywhere!" Miriam snapped at me.

I groaned and tried to settle down, as the finger started smearing some kind of lube inside me. But I was about to be raped in front of a room full of people. The finger worked deeper and deeper into me, and then pulled out. The he spread my cheeks, and started forcing his way into me. I groaned and screamed into the gag as he went further in, until he finally stopped.

Then he let go of me and said, "All right, tie her up."

The others dragged me down onto the floor again, and quickly bound my ankles again. He wasn't raping me, he had stuck some kind of plug inside me. Then they pulled my bound ankles up to my wrists to hogtie me, and the plug hurt even more as it pressed against my prostate.

"Wait, I want to get a video of this," he said, and then moments later he added, "All right, turn it on."

Turn what on? I wondered. Then the thing inside me started buzzing and shaking me from the inside. The plug was a vibrator, and I groaned and screamed and twisted and squirmed against my bonds. Then everyone in the room started laughing at me.

"Does that feel good, Pansy?" someone called to me.

"Get used to it, kid," someone else said. "Because we're a lot bigger than that plug!"

They went on laughing and taunting me for what seemed like forever. Finally, someone turned the vibrating plug off, and I just lay there on the floor, completely exhausted.

"Show's over. Everyone clear out," Miriam said.

All I heard was more laughter and the sound of people leaving the room.

Then I felt the gag being pulled out of my mouth and I heard Miriam's voice. "Pansy, you know the only reason we keep you alive is because you're a cocksucker?"

That was what I had suspected, and now I knew for sure. "Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Then be a good little cock sucking slave, or we may start using your ass too. I mean the maids will be happy to bang you like a screen door! So if you're good at servicing them, you may live a bit longer," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then the maids untied me, pulled that awful plug out of my ass (and it hurt going out too) and marched me downstairs to my cell. They tied me to the cot, and my butt still hurt, but at least they took my blindfold off before they left me there for the night. So today I had learned how to greet the guests on this island, which meant giving them blow jobs. Before I drifted off to sleep, I remember hoping that blow jobs would be all these greetings would involve.

I was glad they didn't have any more guests visiting for the next several days. So things were back to normal, although normal for me meant being hogtied in a corset all day long, and being forced to suck all of the maids' cocks.

Then it was Saturday evening, and the mistress told me she was expecting guests, and that I should greet them appropriately. In other words, if I didn't want a beating or worse.

"Same as last time," Miriam said, holding a riding crop. "You will stand blindfolded on the pedestal, and if asked anything, you will explain that you are only a stupid little slave, and ask them to come inside. Unless you want this riding crop used on you."
"Yes Mistress," I said. "I understand, I'm a stupid little slave."

And so I stood in my corset on the pedestal (with the riding crop leaned against it) listening for the sound of anyone approaching. Finally I heard some footsteps approaching, and it sounded like more than one person. I strained to hear, hoping if I could tell whether they were men or women. The footsteps grew closer, and then a sharp female voice called out to me.

"Slave, is your Mistress expecting us?"

"Yes Mistress, I think so but I'm only a stupid little slave so I don't know anything, but she said you should please go inside!"

I was really hoping they would go inside without using that riding crop on me. I thought I heard only female voices whispering back and forth, and I was relieved that there were no men with them. I heard the door open, and then close behind them. At least I wouldn't have a big cock being shoved down my throat or up my ass, so I thought I would be safe tonight. I could not have been more wrong.

Some time later, two maids collected me and brought me inside too. They marched me into a small room, where they took my blindfold off. I glanced over into the dining room and saw Miriam and her two guests. One look at those two sent a chill down my spine. I just stood there frozen with my mouth open. One of the maids looked over into the dining room.

"Friends of yours?" she asked, grinning at me.

"Not…not exactly," I said, feeling like my knees were about to give way. The two guests were that leather bitch Honor, and the one in the white dress was her sissy husband, Alicia.

"Honor, married life agrees with you!" Miriam said. "You look wonderful!"

"Thank you, I found myself a real cutie!" she said. "Although my family had a betting pool going on whether Alicia was going to survive our wedding night!"

"And did you?" Miriam asked Alicia.

"Just barely!" he said.

But then the maids dragged me away. "We're going to take you out back where you can relax for a while."

They took me out behind the house to the outdoor shower, and got me up on the concrete block. Soon my wrists were tied above my head to the shower head pipe, and she fitted a red ball gag into my mouth, and locked it in place. They dropped a leather bag on the ground a few feet away, and tied a chain onto my penis chastity, and let the free end fall below me. Finally they tied my ankles together.

"Now just take it easy," one of the maids said. "Someone will be along to see you soon enough."

I groaned into the gag. I knew who was going to visit me. I had betrayed Honor and Alicia to the cops, and now I would be at the mercy of that teenage dominatrix. I thought of the ways she had already beaten me, and as bad as those beatings were, I was sure this would be even worse. Before, she was just doing a job but now it was personal. I tried to reach up to see if I could get my wrists free, but it was hopeless. The maids knew all about bondage, and there was no way I was going to get out of this.

Then I heard footsteps approaching. One set of footsteps. Then the girl in the brown leather outfit came around the corner of the building and walked up to me. She looked me up and down, and just her nasty look alone made me wobble on my heels.

"So, Pansy," she said. "It's time to settle an old score."

CHAPTER 15
PANSY'S DEPARTURE

I tried to babble an apology through the ball gag, but it just came out gibberish. Not that it would have mattered.

"Don't bother trying to speak," she said. Then she jerked on the chain to my penis chastity, pulling it out taut.

That really got my attention, and I screamed into the gag.

"I don't want an explanation of what you did or why you did it, and I don't want an apology. What I want is to give you a beating!"

I sagged back down and just whimpered, until she let go of the chain.

"Letting you go was against my better judgment, but Alicia wanted to give you another chance. So we did. We gave you a chance to get your life back, to punish all the people who hurt you, and what did you do? The one thing we told you not to! We told you to leave us out of it! To NOT implicate us! And instead, you decided to squeal on us. You know the old saying about snitches? They say snitches get stitches! But I don't believe that!"

I just stared at her, my eyes as wide as saucers. Did that mean she wouldn't hurt me?

"No, I think snitches end up in ditches!" she said.

I moaned into the gag, and shook my head, but then she cupped her hands around my breasts.

"Nice breasts, huh? Have you gotten used to them yet?" she asked, and then she squeezed both of them, and crushed them together.

The sharp pains in both breasts made me scream as I tried to twist and squirm until she finally let go of me.

"Looks like you're sensitive there, is that right?" she asked, and then she dug her fingernails into one of my nipples.

I screamed again as the pain redoubled until she released me.

Then she reached down and dug her thumb into the middle of my inner thigh, and this time the pain was sudden and sharp, making me hop and try to squirm away.

"You know, I've trained in the martial arts all my life, and I know where every pressure point on your body is," she said. Then she stood up in front of me, reached up and dug her thumb into the crook of the elbow of my outstretched right arm.

Again the pain was excruciating, and I screamed into the gag until she let go of me.

"So I don't need any toys to hurt you," she said. "I can mess you up real good with my bare hands."

I just groaned, and sagged from my bound wrists as I watched her walk over to the leather bag.

"But things are always easier when you have the proper tools," she said, and pulled a nasty-looking whip out of the bag.

My eyes widened as she walked around behind me.

"You've had this coming, bitch!" she said, as she disappeared behind me.

Then I heard the sound of the whip whistling through the air, and then crack of it hitting my butt, along with a sharp pain that made me scream.

"Normally I have to be careful not to hurt my customers and be sure not to leave any marks. But Miriam gave me carte blanche with you," she said. "Do you know what that means?

I shook my head, my hair spilling all around me. Whatever it meant, it didn't sound good.

"It means I can do whatever I want to. I can break every bone in your body, and then dump your body in the ocean because no one will ever miss you!"

Then the whip hit my upper thighs, and I screamed again, as tears trickled down my cheeks. And she kept hitting me, my shoulders and upper back, then my butt, thighs and calves. Everything that wasn't covered by my corset. I just screamed and cried with every blow, finally sobbing uncontrollably until she stopped.

She walked around in front of me and said, "I think you're done on that side."

Then the whip hit my breasts, and as I sobbed and cried, she went on hitting my breasts, shins, and thighs over and over. When she finally stopped, I just hung there by my wrists, sobbing.

She put the whip down and started unlacing and loosening my corset. It took a while, but she finally got it off me.

"Now aren't you more comfortable without that thing wrapped around you?" she asked.

I just kept crying and whimpering, the drool from my gag going down my neck to my chest.

"But look at all that white, unbroken skin," she said. "It doesn't match the rest of you. We'll have to fix that now."

Then I felt the whip hitting my lower back, making me scream again. And she went on hitting every part of my body that the corset had covered. By the time she finished with me, my entire body was bruised and beaten. At last she walked away, and I just hung there by my wrists, my whole body covered in sweat.

After a while, she returned with Miriam, who walked around and around me.

"Very nicely done, Honor!" Miriam said. "You've left her in better shape than I expected.

"It was tempting to just rip her guts out, it really was," Honor said. "But I'm a professional."

"I can see that. Her entire body is covered in welts but the skin isn't broken anywhere. Not a drop of blood!"

"Your whip is very effective," she said. "It reminds me of one we have in my aunt's dungeon."

Miriam nodded her head. "This is very impressive, indeed, and I will be sure to mention it to your aunt."

"Thank you, and now the little bitch is your problem. I'd like to take a break and get something to drink."

"Of course," Miriam said, and both of them walked away.

I just hung there in all kinds of pain from every part of my body, but at least that teenage monster hadn't killed me.

After a while, two maids came out to untie me, and they dragged me back into the house, and down to my cell. They took my heels off, removed my gag, and left me in my cell with my cuffed wrists tied up over my head.

"Enjoy your night," one of them said, and slammed the door shut.

So I had to try to sleep standing up. But that was probably for the best because lying down on any part of my aching body would hurt even more.

I probably got some sleep that night, but all I remember was being in pain and crying all night. The following morning, two maids showed up, and Miriam was with them. They untied my wrists from the ceiling and I collapsed on the floor.

"Pansy, you're lucky to still be alive," Miriam said. "I had told Honor I didn't care whether you lived or died. She could have beaten you to death, and it wouldn't have mattered to me if she did."

So now what? I wondered. Is she going to kill me herself?

"We really have no use for you here," she went on. "We could never trust you to become one of our maids, so I until I decide otherwise, you will remain a slave and service the maids, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then she left, and the two maids hogtied me and left me there on the floor. So I had plenty of time to think about whether my life would be any different now. I was still a slave, only now I was a badly-beaten slave. Later that day, they untied me long enough to eat a meal. It seemed like my life was returning to normal. They fed me three meals a day, and once my bruises started to heal, they dragged me into the shower each morning, and made me wear the corset every day. And of course I gave all of the maids blow jobs every day.

After a week or so, I was mostly back to normal, when Miriam paid me another visit. I was hogtied on the floor with a penis gag in my mouth, and she took the gag out.

"I am having guests over tonight, and they are most eager to meet you," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. That didn't sound good, but if she wanted to tell me more, she would.

"So if you know what's good for you, you had better do as you're told, and be on your best behavior tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," I repeated.

That night I was dressed only in a leather collar, my penis chastity and a pair of high heels. My hands were tied behind my back, and I had a red ball gag stuck in my mouth. Whatever was going to happen tonight, I was probably under dressed, even for here. But no one told me anything, and I knew better than to ask, or even try to speak without permission.

Two maids attached a leash attached to my collar, and marched me into a room I had never seen before. It appeared to be a large room, but most of it was partitioned off by a white curtain They made me stand on top of a small podium, and when I climbed up onto the podium, they drew back the curtain.

There were a dozen men sitting in chairs across from me, all looking up at my naked body. What have I got myself into now? I wondered.

Then Miriam walked into the room, came up to me, and grabbed my leash.

"Gentlemen, this is why you're here. This is Pansy. Do not be deceived by her age or her looks. She is a very bad little slave, and as you can see from the fading marks on her body, it is necessary to beat her quite severely to maintain any discipline at all. I say all this up front, because I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. She is nothing but trouble, she cannot be trusted, and the only thing she is good for is sucking cocks. We have not yet begun any serious training of her ass."

She paused for a moment, but I still didn't understand why she was offering her less-than-flattering opinion of me to this audience of men. But then she went on.

"Now that all of the cautionary warnings are out of the way, shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand dollars?"

I looked up, my eyes widening. Was she trying to sell me? And for one hundred thousand dollars??

Then one of the men called out, "One hundred thousand!"

I couldn't believe it! Someone thought I was worth so much money?

Then another man yelled, "Two hundred thousand!"

And the bidding went up and up, past five, six, seven hundred thousand.

Someone called out, "One million!"

"One million dollars," Miriam repeated. "Can anyone top that?"

After a pause that seemed to go on forever, someone else yelled out, "One million, one hundred thousand!"

"We have $1.1 million," Miriam said. "Anyone else?"

The room was silent. My head was spinning. Not only was I being sold, but someone was paying more than a million dollars for me. What could they want from me that was worth so much money?

"All right then," Miriam said. "Sold for $1.1 million!"

I heard the winning bidder let out a whoop, as if from a great distance as I tried to process what had just happened to me. I was still in shock, thinking this had to be some elaborate prank because no one would actually buy me, and for that much money.

"It's just as well that Honor didn't kill you," Miriam said, tugging on my leash to jerk me back to reality. "This turned out to be a very good payday."

I just mumbled something into the ball gag, the drool starting to leak down my chin.

Then a pair of maids dragged me through the house and eventually out the front door. A man in a blue polo shirt and a pair of dark pants was waiting there. The winning bidder, I suppose, although I hadn't gotten a good look at him before. He was a big guy, old enough to be my father, but still in good shape. I just stood there, looking up at him. It's not like I could say anything with this ball stuck in my mouth, anyway.

"Oh, little princess, we are going to have a lot of fun with you!" he said. "And we ARE going to make a princess out of you!"

Then he suddenly scooped me up, threw my over his shoulder, and carried me down to the dock where his yacht was waiting. He walked up a gangplank onto the boat, carried me inside the boat, and laid me on the floor. Then he hogtied me so tightly that I couldn't move at all, and pulled me up to my knees with a handful of my hair.

"We don't really need to beat you so often, now do we?" he asked.

I looked up at him wide-eyed and shook my head.

"I didn't think so. And that's good because Miriam told us all sales are final, but if we ever become dissatisfied with you, there is no obligation to keep you alive since you have no past, and no one will ever come looking for you. Isn't that right?"

I slowly nodded my head. Sadly it was true that no one cared whether I lived or died.

"Then I think you're going to do exactly as you're told, and from now on, you're going to be a good little girl, aren't you?"

I nodded again, still maintaining eye contact with him.

"Good, good, because as cute as you are, I think you'll be good for a lot more than just sucking cock," he said. "Now relax and enjoy the trip. I'm taking you to your new home!"

Then he turned and left me there, naked and hogtied on my knees with a ball stuck in my mouth. I heard the engine start up, and we were underway. I didn't know who he was, or where we were going, or what I would have to do when we got to my new home. All that mattered to him was that I was a sissy she-male, and he had just paid more than a million dollars for me, so that meant I had to do whatever he wanted.

I came to the awful realization that after all I had been through on She-Male Island, wherever he was taking me might be even worse.

The End