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A Boy in Trouble

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A Boy in Trouble

Part 2

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2a

I spent the three days travelling with the soldiers completely mute. I didn't say one word at all. Well, at least after one of them shouted at me for trying to be polite and express my gratitude for the water he poured in my bowl. After that episode I kept quiet. It gave me a lot of time to think. I wish I could say I spent all of the time planning my great escape, but I was no super hero nor the star in one of the tween movies I'd seen with Graham and my other friends before I met him.

They always seem to know exactly what to do and when to do it. I've no clue. I don't even know where they're taking me or for what reason. All I know is I'm still chained to this stupid pickup truck by this motherfucker of a steel wire and that ultra-annoying handcuff which is gnawing at my ankle.

Well, they hadn't said why I was being taken away, but I could remember the captain's little speech he told me on one of the first days in his captivity. He had said I was to be sold. Even if it was months ago by then, I could still remember. He had said something about me needing more attention than he could provide. And it likely wouldn't be all of the attention I'd enjoy.

Or something close to that. The captain sure didn't pay me any attention at all, not after he had gotten me to beg for water. Oh well, things could've been worse. I'm at least not dead yet. Which is a good thing as I haven't prayed to the God of Death yet. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I asked the God of Choices for guidance. Like I've had any reason to ask him for helping me make a choice lately!

Since I was thinking of two of the 12 Gods then, I suppose I should explain a little more about the religion I had been sworn into. I must quickly admit that it was only because my mum forced me to listen to her telling me about her religion that I know anything about it at all. I wasn't much of a believer really. It was hard to think there were 12 superior entities, beings that you couldn't see or hear. They supposedly just were even if mum couldn't explain where they were.

Her telling me that they were everywhere and forever kept a close watch on things and everyone including myself seemed extremely implausible. The God of Justice sure hadn't stopped the three teens from bullying me at every chance they had. Nor had she stopped me from being treated like an animal. The God of War was the only of the 12 Gods seemingly active for the moment, I mean with the civil war going on and only getting worse. That he also was the God of Peace was however something he seemed to have forgotten.

He's supposed to keep a balance between war and peace. And make sure the good guys win! I'm one of the good guys and it sure doesn't seem to me like we're winning!

I don't really remember all of the Gods, but there was at least one for every aspect of life and death. Some of their responsibilities seemed to overlap, which was one of the reasons I didn't believe in them. Well, not fully anyway.

It's a just a load of old superstition from back when people didn't know anything!

***

Still, the religion gave me something to think of instead of only worrying about my future. I'm sure if I had only thought about what might happen to me, I'd go completely mad. The lack of being able to talk to people made me talk to myself. Like having serious debates with myself. All in my mind only, I didn't want the ever present soldiers to hear what I was discussing. Even if it wasn't anything serious. It was mostly whether or not I'd do my business at the next stop or if I could wait for another hour.

I hated doing that, defecating, in full view of the three soldiers. It was something very, no extremely, private to me. Ever since I had been potty trained and no longer had to sit on my potty in the middle of the lounge or kitchen or wherever the sudden need for moving my bowels arose and my mum would come rushing with the potty before I just squatted and did it on the floor. Ever since then, I'd done it with the door to the bathroom shut and locked.

I'm pretty sure my need for privacy had been instilled in me by my father. I had noticed his irritation of me sitting on my potty while he tried to watch TV or whatever it was he was doing. I guess it really isn't nice having to watch or listen to something like that taking place even if everybody supposedly does it.

Well, everybody but the Gods possibly.

Having no choice when I was held captured by the soldiers of the Liberal Army of Vengeance didn't mean it made any easier for me to use my hands to dig a shallow hole and squat over it. I had to close my eyes and really squeeze them tightly shut until everything that had to come out had left my body. Then quickly cover the evidence of anything having taken place at all with the sand I had dug up. I couldn't wipe after as 'Animals do not have hands' and had to suffer more humiliation as a soldier would clean my bum with water after my walk.

It wasn't a task they appreciated much and they never failed to let me know just how absolutely horrifying it was for them having to clean a nasty animal's even nastier butt hole.

At first none of the three soldiers escorting me to whomever it was they were supposed to deliver me to would wash my hole. It wasn't until day two where one of them finally caved in as he was tired of having to sit in the back of the pickup truck with me stinking up the place. Even with the hatch-like top of the back door wide open, it stunk in there. It itched too, but since it was only me who had to suffer from that I guess it didn't really matter to them.

***

The three days went by without any real interesting events, we'd drive for about 12-13 hours a day with hourly breaks and sleep for 8. Well, I slept for eight hours, I'm not sure how much sleep the three soldiers had, the one driving never slept as he drove while the one sitting next to him would sleep. The one in the back with me didn't sleep either, though he just as well could've done that. I wasn't about to jump out of the back of the moving truck as I'd only end up being dragged by my ankle behind it. I was by far too small to be able to kill him or even knock him out and had I been able to, it wouldn't have done any good for me.

The sun was about to set on day three when we entered a small town. The desert ended just where the town began and the foothills I had been able to see from afar were right next to the town. The driver drove right up in front of a gate in a high wall. The rounded top of the wall was covered in broken glass. Clearly whomever it was that lived behind the wall didn't want anyone to climb over it.

I wonder if it's to keep people from coming in or going out. But whatever the reason is, I won't be able to get out that way.

The big metal doors in the gate opened and allowed the pickup truck to enter. Immediately upon our entry the doors closed noisily behind us.

***

Nobody seemed to take notice of me, a small naked boy chained to the hitch of the pickup truck, I was only told to get out of the truck and sit up against the back wheel on the left hand side of it and not to move an inch from that spot. The steel wire was still secured to my right ankle, so I wouldn't have gotten very far if I had moved. The three soldiers started carrying wooden crates from the house into the back of the pickup truck.

The crates seemed heavy, even if they weren't very large. It was only when one of the soldiers tripped and dropped one of the crates to the paved ground I saw why they were so heavy. It was full of gold, had been full of gold as it was now laying all over the ground.

"You clumsy fool. Quickly, pick it up and make sure you get everything back inside that box and get on with it. We haven't got all night to get it loaded into the truck!"

I looked up to see who had spoken so sternly to the soldier. I had expected to see an officer but it was a civilian. A tall man in expensive clothing. He didn't pay me no mind, just kept rushing the soldier who frantically tried to put every last piece of gold back into the box. As more boxes went into the truck it sat lower and lower on the springs and I could hear the noises from the suspension right behind me. It sounded like it was objecting to the heavy load of gold it had to carry.

There has got to be millions of dollars' worth of gold in those boxes. Did the captain really get that much out of selling me? But, of course, it's only fair. I'm worth every penny of it and even more too!

It made me feel kind of proud of myself, knowing I was worth a ton of gold. Quite literally too.

Maybe even two tonnes! They sure did put a lot of those boxes in the back, it's almost completely full. There's only room for one now. And he won't be too comfortable either.

"Sir! That was the last of the boxes. Our captain ordered us to deliver this to you. Where should we put it?"

"Did he now? I didn't expect to get a new animal from him so soon. I still have the other one you delivered to me the last time. Well, at least this one is younger. Healthier than the last one was too. It's another a male though. I thought I made it clear to him that I wanted a bitch for my dog. Not a male puppy."

"Sir? He doesn't want us to bring it back. We haven't enough food and water to provide for it on the return trip."

"Well, alright then. I'll take it. But I'm only doing it as a personal favour to captain Shadid."

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out some silver coins, these he handed to the soldier that had explained about me.

"Here, that's all I have on me. At least it should cover what expenses Captain Shadid has had keeping it alive."

"Sir, I think it's most generous of you. There's more than five dollars in silver here."

"Tell the captain I'll give him so much more if he brings me a female of similar age to this. I want to start breeding puppies myself and for that I need a bitch. One that is on the verge of being fertile, but young enough to train still. My current male dog is at his peak now. He's ready to mate, but with no bitches around… well, you see my problem, I'm sure."

"Sir, if I may, I'd suggest you let your male dog practise on this one. So he knows what to do when we do bring a bitch for him."

"Hmm. That's not too bad an idea really. Here, take the key and free my new puppy from the truck. Take the puppy to the pen, put him in the cage in there and make sure it's properly locked before you leave."

"Yes sir!"

I suppose it's needless to say my ego deflated quite instantly to almost nothing when I learned I was sold to this man for a meagre five dollars. That's what the shop at the base wanted for a bottle of 1½ litres of Coca-Cola. I wasn't sure what I'd be doing with the male dog of the wealthy civilian.

I just hope he's friendly!

***

The cage I was put inside was quite small. The mat on the floor wasn't thick enough to hide the fact of the floor had been made from the same thick mesh of steel rods as the rest of the cage. I could just lay on my side if I brought my knees right up to my chin, but there was no chance of standing or even sitting up inside it. At one end, the one opposite the opening that had now been closed and locked, there was a cut out where I could stick my head through to get access to a bowl of water. There was another bowl next to it, but I had no way of reaching it unless I was to stick my arm through the cut out and move it.

It isn't important now anyway. It's all empty. It's probably for food though. One bowl for food and one for water. Just like I had in the desert with the soldiers.

The dog pen was a rather small and dark room. It was quite lonely in there, especially after I heard the now familiar sound of the pickup truck's diesel engine start up. It always took about 10 seconds of cranking the engine before it would belch a couple of thick black clouds of exhaust out and start running. It soon left the place where I had been taken, leaving me behind with people I didn't know and didn't have a clue what would do to me.

They'll force me to practise with the male dog. Whatever that means. I guess I'll find out when they want me to do that. For now, I guess I should try to sleep a little. There's not much else to do and the darkness is making me sleepy.

***

If you've never had to sleep on your side while almost being able to take a bite out of your own knees, I really can't recommend you try it. Trust me, it makes your body ache and you'll realize you have muscles in places you never thought you had. At least that's what I found out when I most rudely awakened quite early the next morning by someone rocking the cage I was in.

"Wake up, boy, it's time for breakfast," I heard.

The way he said the word 'boy' was like you'd use it when you talked to a doggy. Not a human boy. Well, maybe if said boy was a toddler, but not a nine year-old like I was. My breakfast wasn't what you'd serve a human boy either. Dry food poured into the empty bowl from a bag. The bag clearly started it was dog food for puppies! It didn't have much of a smell to it, certainly not as bad as the canned stuff I had gotten used to eating over the three months I spent with the soldiers.

It took more effort to chew the hard pellets of food before I deemed it safe to swallow. The taste was fortunately quite bland and it did still my hunger. I only wished to be able to drink some of the water while eating the dry food, but the water bowl had been moved out of the way to make room for the bowl half full of the dry stuff.

There's no way I can eat all of it without water. It's making my mouth and throat so dry.

I had to stop when I had eaten about ¾ of the food. My stomach was quite full and my mouth seemed as dry as the sand in the desert I had been in just the day before. The man who had poured the food for me and shifted the bowls had left me alone and I wondered when he might be back.

I hope he'll be back soon. I'm so thirsty.

***

I had to wait for about half an hour before the man returned. He moved the bowl with the remnants of my breakfast out of the way and put the one with water in its place.

"You'll be eating that along with your dinner tonight," he promised me as I drank from the bowl. I didn't care at the time, the water was so refreshing and he made no move to take it away from me. It wasn't until I was done drinking that he opened the hatch to my cage.

Why do I describe it as being my cage? Argh! I only slept in it for one night and already I think of it as my rightful place. I want a bed. And some clothes. I just want to be treated like a boy again.

"Let me have a look at your teeth. Don't bite me. Don't even try to. No, down boy, I know you're really happy to be out of your cage, but you can't get so excited and jump up. You'll stay on all fours like a proper little obedient puppy. That's it, yes, good boy. Now, open your mouth wide so I can get a proper look. Hmm, just as I thought. Some people just don't know how to care well for their dogs. Your gums are bleeding and it looks as if you haven't had your teeth brushed ever in your life."

It's only been about three months! Mum made me brush my teeth twice per day before that, even scrubbed them for me if she thought I hadn't done well enough. They can't be so bad now.

The man brushed my teeth for me, it only made my gums bleed more. The metallic taste of my blood mixed with the flavour of the toothpaste he had put on the strange brush. It didn't look like any toothbrush I had ever seen before, it had two heads angled towards each other.

It's quite clever though, it brushed both sides of my teeth in one go!

"Are you ready for a walk boy? You need to pee and poop? I bet you do. Let me find a collar that'll fit you… this one should work. Oh yes, perfect. It even has a name tag on it. Let's see what your name is. 'Nadia,' why, that's a pretty name. Well, I guess it's more suitable for a bitch, but since that's why you're here at all, I find it suits you. Alpha will be most pleased to finally have someone to mate with. He's trying to hump everyone. He's such a horny dog."

I was too confused to react straight away, it was far too much information to digest on a full stomach. The collar he had placed around my neck was pink. The leather didn't cut into my skin as the ankle cuff had done, in fact it felt somewhat comfortable compared to the other. Until he put a leash on it that is.

"Come, Nadia. Heel. Right up against my left leg. When I stop you'll lean against my leg, only enough for me to know you're there. When we walk you'll stay right beside me. Don't run ahead or sag behind. When you're on a leash like now, that's what you need to remember. Always stay right next to my left leg. When I let you free, you can go where you want as long as you don't go too far away from me. You'll need to make sure I can see you all the time. Right, let's go, girl."

Girl?

"But Sir! I'm a boy!"

"Nadia! You're not to speak. If I want to hear your voice, I'll tell you to speak. Until then, shut up! Now, enough of this nonsense or we won't have time for your walk."

He made me crawl next to him, which wasn't as bad as you might think as he walked very slowly. The pen had an opening leading right out to a grassy field sparing me from crawling on the pavement in the courtyard where the truck had parked the night before. He stopped when we had walked a short distance and let me off the leash.

"Okay, Nadia. Free! Go do what you need to do, but remember, you're a bitch now. A girl puppy. It means you can't lift your leg and pee like a boy dog. You have to squat to pee now. Like a proper bitch."

I've had enough of all this being a bitch. But he's watching me closely. And I do need to pee. I didn't lift my leg up to pee against something in the desert anyway. It can't be so bad to squat lower to pee than I used to.

It was much harder to pee like a bitch especially since the man kept telling me to squat even lower. The head of my worm ended up being tickled by the short grass straws before he was satisfied and I could finally allow my bladder to drain. I sat like that for the longest time, enjoyed the feeling of having grass beneath me again. It had been around nine long months since the last time I had the luxury of as much as seeing grass. I had to make a move however as I had other pressing things to do, like finding a place where I could poop.

I was so used to having to dig a hole in the sand that it never occurred to me to just squat on the grass and do my business. I looked around for a bit of sand, even just a tiny spot of it but couldn't see any. There was nothing but the grassy lawn right up to the wall and back to the building where my, no, where the cage where I slept was. I wondered what lay beyond the corner of the building, if maybe that was where I was to poop but was called back as I sat off crawling towards it.

"Nadia! Don't go too far. Hurry up and finish. I've other things to do than wait around for a dog to sniff all over the place."

Okay, if you don't mind, then…

***

The walk finished just after I had finished. The man called me to him and I was back on the leash then taken straight back to m… the cage.

I almost did it again!

"I'll let you run about for longer after lunch. I know it was a much too short walk for you to run off any energy, but I do need to attend to Alpha too. It'll be much easier when I can walk the both of you at the same time, but it'll be a while before you and him are ready for it. He needs to get used to your smell, which is why I'll walk him where I walked you just now. Don't worry, he'll be quite happy to see you."

I heard some excited barking from outside about five minutes later, but I wasn't sure if it was a dog or someone like me being forced to act like a dog.

He sure sounds a lot happier than I am. If he's just acting, he's doing a bloody good job of it.

The sounds from the seemingly very happy dog kept going for another good fifteen minutes before the man called for him and they left. I drifted in and out of sleep most of the morning, only unfolding myself every now and then to take a sip of water from the bowl.

***

"Here she is. Your new bitch."

"Well, he may have put a pink collar on him, but he still is a boy puppy. I won't be getting any pups out of Alpha mating with this one. It'll still be interesting to see how they get along and hopefully it'll take away some of the tension Alpha is feeling. Must be hard for him, if you pardon my pun?"

"Yes, he is most definitely hard. Most of the time. Do you want to do the honours or should I?"

"By all means, go ahead. I wonder if it'll actually work."

"It worked on the mice. One week of daily injections and the boy mice sent out the smells of a girl mouse in heat. It nearly drove them insane however. They couldn't understand the smell they picked up originated from themselves."

"Well, a human shouldn't be able to pick up the smells. No study has indicated that, though they've been quite vague. Regardless, this boy isn't close to puberty, he won't be affected by the pheromones his body will send out. At least, I doubt he will. If he does go insane, it's only cost me a bit of change. So no real harm done. The real question is, will Alpha pick up on the smells and will he want to mate with this puppy? I can't wait to observe the two of them together."

"You know, I do find it a little odd that you'll want to do this. It is one thing to make a drug that'll make men become better soldiers, but this is something completely different."

"Is a man not allowed to have some fun on his own time? This is only a little of the waste material from the production of the serum we created for the army. Well, heavily refined of course, but it would still just be incinerated. It's much more exciting to see if we can trick a male dog to think another male dog is really a bitch in heat. Should all fail, we can get rid of both dogs quite easily. Nobody knows they're here and their families are most certainly all dead."

***

I heard that conversation take place, but I didn't understand all the two men said to each other. Though what I did understand made me try everything I could to avoid being injected with the clear fluid inside of the syringe. I didn't want to go insane like the mice apparently had. And I certainly didn't want to have Alpha pick up my smell and think I was a bitch and not the boy I was.

My handler or trainer came after lunch and let me out into the yard again. I almost didn't want to go out, but eventually I surrendered to his calling. I did have to pee something I only realized when I was out in the fresh air. I wanted to ask him about the strange conversation and the injection into my bum cheek, but he told me again to shut up. He led me to a specific location on the lawn and had me smell the grass.

"That's where Alpha marked. Now you know his smell. Every time we go out here, you're to smell where he has marked, exactly as he'll sniff at your pee too."

I quickly pulled my nose back out of the grass. It had smelled a little weird, but had I known it was someone's pee I had been smelling I wouldn't have spent so much time almost pushing my nose into it.

That evening I got my dinner. Another carefully measured amount of the dry pellets of dog food poured on top of what I had left from my breakfast. Again, I couldn't finish all of it though I ate more than I had done that morning.

"What you won't eat today, you'll eat tomorrow. The longer you wait, the more the food will dry out. You're only making it harder for yourself. You will eat what is served and you will polish the bowl with your tongue after. Maybe I've been too lenient with you. Maybe I need to make sure you know who's in charge around here. It certainly isn't you, Nadia!"

***

I force fed myself the next morning. The leftovers from the previous day were at the bottom of the bowl and as my handler had told me, they were much harder to chew than the fresh pellets having been poured that morning. I couldn't eat all, but there was only about two mouthfuls left in the bowl when I moved away from it.

I have to wait until dinner to eat the rest. My tummy feels like ready to explode.

The water I drank after didn't make my stomach-ache go away, if anything it made it worse. I refused to push my nose into the spot on the grass where my handler told me to, but he just grabbed me by the neck and mashed my nose into it. I kept my mouth shut only because I didn't want any of the by now obvious pee to enter my mouth.

Sometime after my walk and being returned to the cage, the man who had injected me the day before came and did it again. He left me weeping sadly to myself.

I got used to the daily routine though, the last couple of days I was being injected with the clear liquid I didn't even struggle. I didn't exactly offer up my bum either, but seeing as it didn't hurt much and hadn't so far caused me to lose my mind I just lay there and let him push the needle in my bum.

***

"I think it's about time we introduce the two to each other. They've had most of a week to get used to the smell of another dog and I hear Alpha is getting extremely excited when he really sniffs at not only the pee but also the faeces from Nadia here. Don't feed any of them tonight just take both of them into the yard. Actually, I think you should probably chain Nadia out there on a very short leash. Don't let her be able to stand on two feet, it might confuse Alpha."

"I'll gag her too. If she starts talking, she might be able to distract him too."

"Good thinking. Let's say 1900? Right after dinner. Then we'll have a bit of entertainment before we can hopefully celebrate with a glass of nice brandy and a cigar."

"Fine with me. I'll let Nadia into the yard at 1800 so she can pee and such before the event."

"That's fine for tonight but don't waste time to let her do that in the future. Yes, I know it might get messy but they are only dogs, you can just hose them down before leaving them for the night."

"Okay, you're the boss."

I spent the rest of that day awaiting what would happen at 1900 or 7 PM.

Is Alpha a real dog or is he a human being like me? He must be a dog, no one I know would ever want to sniff at poop!

***

"Come on Nadia, start pooping! It'll probably make it a little easier for you later."

I tried to poop, but it was like it didn't want to come out. I had to momentarily take my hands off the grass and sit more upright to get things moving. I stayed like that for a bit, it felt nice to act somewhat like a real boy. I never got a chance to try to stand up however as my handler quickly ordered me back down.

"Good girl. Let me wash that off so you're nice and lovely for Alpha. You wouldn't want to be all messy when you're meeting your new best friend for the first time would you?"

If he'll sniff at my poop I don't think it should matter whether or not I have a poopy bottom when he sees me.

I couldn't say this to my handler. He'd already gagged me before I was led outside. The gag really bothered me, it forced my mouth uncomfortably wide open and the inflatable rubber ball inside my mouth pushed firmly against my tongue. He led me to a low pole in the middle of the lawn and made me put my arms on either side of it. The leather cuffs already fitted to my wrists were snapped onto the very bottom of the pole and my collar snapped onto the top of it.

"Don't move. I need to get the last parts to make sure you won't move no matter how rough Alpha might get. It's really for your own good. If I left you like this, your neck might snap. I'd hate to lose you like that. You're such a good puppy."

He hadn't needed to tell me not to move, it was quite impossible to free myself from the pole that made me lie with my face almost touching the grass below it. The leather cuffs had been fixed to the pole with small oval screwgates done up so tight I had no chance to unscrew them. The handler returned and put several pieces of tubing together and tied me to them. In the end my ankles, knees, elbows, neck and wrists had been tied or cuffed to the framework he had put together underneath me. He even put outriggers on the framework.

"Just in case. I doubt Alpha would want to push you over, but male dogs can get rather excited around bitches in heat. If you're good and ready, I think it's just about time for you to meet your new lover."

I didn't at all feel 'good and ready' but since I couldn't tell him and he was already walking away from me. I doubt he ever noticed my frantic tries of shaking my head.

I doubt my opinion matters to him anyway.

***

I could hear the excited yips of a dog from somewhere around the corner of the building I spent most of my time in. They got louder and I knew he'd soon make the turn and I'd be able to see him for the first time. I saw the handler's foot first then the dog.

That's not a dog! It's a boy!

They were in the shade of the building so I couldn't see the boy clearly. It was only when the two of them came closer I began to see more features of the boy pretending to be a dog.

BERTRAM?

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Maybe I had really lost my mind due to the stuff they had shot into my buttocks.

No, it is Bertram. But he doesn't look anything like I remember him.

The first distinctive difference between the Bertram I remembered walking away from me and a dying Nikolay and the one I was watching now, was he was crawling.

I've never seen Bertram crawl before. He used to force me to do that and then laugh at me when I did!

The other difference was he was naked. Fully naked like myself. Well, even more naked than I was since I was wearing the leather cuffs. He only wore a quite nasty looking collar with shiny studs all around it.

He seems to be so happy and excited. It really looks like he enjoys being a dog!

The third difference was he had lost weight. A lot of it. He was toned. Not at all like the chubby, and by the way mostly cross 15 year-old, I remembered him to be. It wasn't until he got real close I noticed another thing I had never seen. His worm, or spear. It looked massive to my eyes. It bounced around as he crawled towards me dragging the handler behind him.

"Alpha! Sit!"

Bertram sat though it took a bit of tugging at the leash to make him. It only made his spear push into the air. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of it. It pulsated, jumped up and down.

"Free, boy!"

Bertram launched himself back up and ran to me on all fours, not crawling on his knees and hands, no, he moved on his feet and hands. It didn't take him but a few seconds to get right up next to me.

No, he's right behind me!

I could feel his nose poking at my bum, the warmth of his breathing and suddenly another much more intense heat.

Fuck, he's licking my butt! What he always told me to do to him. Well, he told me to kiss his arse but licking a bum must be so much more degrading.

He didn't seem like it bothered him licking my bum, he downright slobbered all over it. Much to the encouragement of the handler.

"That's right, Alpha. Make your bitch real wet. Doesn't she taste sweet? She's so hot for you. Taste her, she's ready to have puppies. She wants to have puppies. And she wants you to be the father of them."

"You better put some grease on Alpha's penis. I don't want him to tear Nadia on the first night they're together. Remember, he'll want to mate with her several times daily."

"Yes, Sir. Don't worry, I'm standing by. He'll likely need some help to enter her for the first couple of times anyway. Until he figures out how to do it on his own."

Grease his penis? His worm? So I won't tear? Oh no! No, Bertram, you can't! I'm not a bitch. I'm a boy! Don't you remember me? I'm Søren, not Nadia! Don't put that spear in my bum.

"Nadia? When he mounts you, you best push out like you do when you're pooping. Do it like you did just now, strain as much as you can. It'll make things go much smoother. Don't think you can prevent him from putting his penis into your bum. You won't be able to, you'll only make it hurt far more."

"Are you ready, Alpha? Do you want to take this beautiful bitch and make her yours? Alright, go ahead. She's waiting for you. Jump up on her, it's quite alright. You can mount her any time you want. No one will ever tell you no or yell at you."

I'll yell. I'll say no. I'll scream. I'd do it now if I could. Oh, Bertram, please don't listen to him. I'm not ready. I'll never be ready for something like this!

"Put your front legs up on her, grasp onto her any way you can. Yes, Alpha, exactly like that. Let me put a bit of grease on your penis. Oh you're really excited, you can't wait to mate with Nadia. She can't wait either. There, all ready. Yes, keep thrusting, I'll guide your penis. Just a little further down, that's where you want it to go. That's where her tight opening is."

BERTRAM! AYIiiieeee!

"Yes, good boy. Hammer it in, make her feel you're the boss. It's your right to take her, to use her any time you feel like it. She's always ready for you. Good boy!"

Bad boy! Really… BAD… boy!

"There, all in, show her who the real male of you two is. Who's the boss? That's right, you are. Now pound her, really lay into her, she'll love every second of it. She's a bitch and she loves you for treating her like one."

***

"Only a little redness. There's no blood. That's good. Nadia, you did really well out there tonight. Alpha really likes you."

"I don't like him," I sobbed. I didn't care that I might get punished for talking. The handler had taken the gag out just after he had released me from my prostrate position on the lawn. We were back inside the dog pen.

"Come now, Nadia. You know better than to talk. Well, since it's only you and me out here now, I suppose it's fine. Only until I've finished my examination though. After that, if you speak again, I'll punish you severely and it'll get harsher every time you speak. Dog's don't speak."

"But, I'm not a dog, nor is Bertram. His name isn't Alpha, it's Bertram!"

"You know Alpha from before?"

He sounded full of surprise.

"Yes. What did you do to him? How did you make him think he's really a dog? He's a boy. He wasn't a dog when I knew him. It's only been three months since I last saw him."

"I'm not sure if I should tell you. But I'll do it anyway. Alpha or Bertram as you call him was found in the desert. 26 kilometres [16 miles] from a military installation belonging to our enemy. When he was found he was trying to drink sand from a Coca-Cola bottle. He was catatonic at best when he was brought here. Barely alive. He kept repeating two names, Nikolay and… hmm, I can't remember the other one."

"Mikkel?" I tried. Listening to what had happened to Bertram had calmed me somewhat. My butt hole still hurt, quite badly too.

"No, that wasn't it. It was something with an S, a quite funny sounding name."

"Søren?"

"Yes! Yes, that was it, Soren. Do you know who they are?"

"Mikkel was his best friend. And it's Søren, not Soren. That's me!"

"You best forget your name ever was anything other than Nadia, girl."

"But?"

"No, your name is Nadia."

"Sir…"

"Stop! I've finished looking at your butt. There's nothing wrong with it. You'll be ready for Alpha in the morning. That's when he'll move in here with you. He'll spend the entire day with you, showing you who you really are, Nadia. No more talking from now on. I should've never said anything about who Alpha was. He's no longer the boy you knew. Neither are you a boy any more. You're Nadia and he's Alpha and the two of you are canine lovers. At least until we find a proper bitch for him.

"When that time comes, I'm not sure what'll happen to you. If you behave, I might find a place for you. One with real male dogs, a kennel. Dobermanns possibly. If you misbehave, I might just have to put you down. Make you go to sleep, a sleep you'll never wake from again. Sleep well, Nadia. Get some rest, you'll need it in the morning. Alpha really does love his new bitch. I'm sure he'll enjoy spending most of the day mating with you."

***

Even if the handler had advised me to get rested I found it quite impossible to sleep that night. My butt hole stopped hurting eventually, though it never ceased to let me know it was very upset of the unusual way it had been used that evening. I might have been able to sleep if I hadn't seen it was Bertram who had been the one violating me. The actual violation didn't take very long, thankfully it was over almost as soon as his huge worm had found his way inside.

I'll never forget the way he gasped for air as he lay on top of me after he stopped pushing in and out. He seemed like totally exhausted.

The mere threat of Bertram coming to spend the entire day with me kept me awake.

I'll never survive it. It hurt so much when he jammed his big cock inside my butt. And I won't be able to stop him, not physically. He's a lot bigger than me and so much stronger. I'll have to try to talk him out of it.

Only I never did get a chance to talk the next day. Before Bertram, happy and excited as ever was let into my pen and the heavy door bolted from the outside, I had been gagged. The gag allowed me to suck in water via a straw, but I couldn't form as much as one coherent word with my mouth. And my muffled objections weren't enough to stop a mad Bertram from having his way with me. I tried to stop him by rolling onto my back, but somehow he managed to lift my legs up and push his cock into my butt like that.

I think he used me like a bitch eight times that day before he was finally led out by the handler and my gag removed. The mittens he had put on my hands, so I wouldn't be able to scratch Alpha or take the gag off weren't removed however.

"You don't need your hands as a dog. The mittens will also protect them from when I'm taking you on walks. They'll only come off when I clean you."

The mittens weren't nearly as bad to wear as the canvas had been. There were holes in them, strategically placed to allow air to flow inside but I couldn't get a finger out through any of them. It really did look as if I'd end up being a bitch for Alpha for the rest of my life. I had stopped thinking of him as Bertram now, didn't even consider him human any longer. He was as much the dog as he thought himself to be. He had proved it that day when he barked and growled at me until I gave up and presented my upturned butt to him once more.

I need to escape! If I don't, I might end up being a bitch dog for the rest of my life. If I manage to escape I'll do whatever I can to stop these mad men. Turning boys and girls into dogs. Never have I heard of anything so grotesque!

***

Unfortunately I didn't have any opportunities to escape for the next three months I think. I'm not entirely sure as the days just seemed to blend into each other. There were hardly any variations to the routines. Alpha was let into my pen most every day. I only had time to eat my breakfast then have a quick morning 'walk' and get prepped for Alpha. He'd be taken away again to allow me to have my dinner in private. I guess it was so my handler could take the gag out of my mouth and not be worried about me trying to talk to Alpha.

I wouldn't say a word to that boy dog even if I could. He's clearly lost his mind and there's no helping it. I wonder if he thinks at all and if he does what he thinks of. If he knows who it really is he sticks his cock into, if he'd care at all if he knew it is me he is using as a bitch?

If he did care, he didn't show it. All the penetrations happened swift and painfully. I never got used to the rough start of his mating me, but the initial pain I felt dissipated sooner and sooner the more times Alpha had his way with me. At first I would've screamed from the pain and cried all the way through but as the days went by I only grunted from the abrupt coupling while doing my very best to keep my butt hole relaxed.

It even stopped feeling humiliating having to respond to his clear signals of being ready to mate again. I'd just turn my rump in his direction and try to get somewhat comfortable laying on my elbows and knees before he'd mount me and with a mighty shove of his pelvis send his cock halfway into my butt in one push. It never took him longer than maybe five minutes before he'd push himself back off of me, leaving my butt slimy from the stuff that shot out of his cock.

He'd want to do it all over again about two hours later. While we rested he'd let me drink water, though he always wanted to drink from the bowl first. Sometimes he snuggled up close to me as he recharged for the next go at my butt.

***

I'm not sure why, but sometime after the first three months had gone by, three long months where I had let Alpha mate with me for an unknown amount of times, the handler started getting more lax with me. I think maybe he got used to me just doing what he wanted me to, often without him needing to tell me what to do. One day he seemingly forgot to put the mittens back on my hands after he had washed me. I didn't do anything to tell him that he had forgotten however.

Everyday it's the same. Wait patiently while he fills my bowl. Eat, drink, go pee and poop, let him wash me without minding the water being so darn cold. Then wait for Alpha to come and let him do what he wants. Nap for a bit, let Alpha use me, drink water after Alpha or get bitten. Sleep some more, go to the lawn and pee, let Alpha mate with me on the lawn, back to nap a little. Let Alpha take me one last time and have dinner. Out to pee and poop and then get locked into my cage.

Yes, it was now my cage. I was the one sleeping in it and it was always locked during the days so Alpha couldn't get in there. Well, it was probably to prevent me from somehow going into my cage and get the door closed.

Alpha would only try to tear it apart. He'd probably be able to do it too. Alpha is a strong boy-dog.

But, my handler got lax as I said. Often he'd leave the door into my pen open while he'd refill my water bowl or go to fetch Alpha. The open door was quite frightening to me at first, it was a big change in the daily routines I had grown so used to. I found comfort in knowing what would happen next. My life was boring and full of humiliation, but at least I felt somewhat secure inside my own little bubble. The open door was a fissure in that bubble.

If I try to go out the door, I might be able to be Søren again and leave Nadia behind. Though it's more likely I'll get caught and punished and put inside my cage all of the time. I get enough water to drink and just the right amount of food too. I just wish there was something more to do than always being ready for Alpha to mate with me. I've even grown used to him using me as a bitch and don't mind it too much anymore.

You're not a bitch. You never wanted to be an animal!

2b

P. Writer

A Boy in Trouble

Part 2

'Roadmap' of Part 2

"Come, little one. Let's go inside. I want to get a good look at you. It's a good thing they brought you here now. As later tonight, one of my most important business associates will arrive and spend some time at my house. He'll appreciate sharing his bed with a little cutie like you."

The fat sleazy man dragged me after him into the mud-built house. It didn't look like this man's business was doing very well based on the sorry state of his suit. But he didn't care to tell me what it was he did for a living and I had no way of asking since nobody had thought to remove the cloth covering my mouth.

How did he know I was coming? He said it was a good thing I was brought here tonight. Like he was expecting me only didn't know when I'd show up.

"Come, let's undo this nasty rope, you're much too pretty to be wearing such a dreadful thing like this old rope," he said as he began untying me. Apparently Farooq knew how to tie knots as this man was struggling to free my hands.

"Why would anyone ever tie up a cute, pretty, no downright beautiful…" I couldn't help but smile at his words, even if the words he had chosen to describe me were rather feminine.

"… little girl like you in this way?" He finished.

My smile turned into a grimace.

He thinks I'm a girl! But I'm not a bloody girl. I hate girls.

My family came from the northern-most part of the country, so my skin was fair, well at least a lot fairer than those native to this region. My tan was bronze coloured, though it was only the parts of my body that had been in the sun that had a tan. Most of my body was covered in skin that was nearly pink. Much different from the almost brown skinned people here.

Maybe that's why he's mistaking me for a girl? My hair has grown kind of long too. I wish Abiha would've had cut it for me. Well, isn't he in for a big surprise!

"There, that's much better. Why are you wearing a blue wristwatch? Is it something Farooq stole and gave you? That's not what girls should be wearing, he of all people should know that. No, let me take it off, you can not wear a blue watch, it's something only the nasty boys wear. You're not a dreadful boy. I have a pretty bracelet for you to wear instead of that awful boy's watch. There! That's so much better. I'm going to remove your gag. Don't scream or I'll have to smack you."

I did want to scream, yet I didn't want a spanking. At least I'd be able to tell him to give me back my watch, that I wasn't a girl but very much a boy.

"Now, take off that tunic, it's ripped and dirty. I have a nice dress for you to wear, one that is exactly your size too. One that'll show off your features, not hide them like a good for nothing boy's clothing."

Why is he talking so demeaning about boys? Oh no, what is he going to do when he finds out I'm really a boy? Maybe I can pretend to be a girl for now and run away from him before he finds out I'm a boy? Or maybe I should just try to run right now. Though there's only the one exit. And he's blocking it.

"Little one? If you're too shy to undress in front of me, you can stay turned away from me while you take off that awful tunic. As long as you won't be shy later. I don't have to see your front."

Won't be shy later? Well, if I don't turn around, he won't be able to tell I'm a boy. But maybe it's better to just tell him now. Sooner or later he will find out I'm a boy. I know I can't hide my worm from him forever. Or maybe I can?

Pretend to be a girl, at least for now.

2c

I can pretend to be a girl! It'll be just like back in the school play. How would a girl behave now?

"Mister, do you promise not to look at me if I get naked?" I asked in the most girly voice I could muster.

Oh shit, that sounded so fake!

"I won't look, I'll only keep you company. Just take off that tunic, I don't know what's gotten into those Bedouins, they know a girl isn't to wear such things," I heard the man say.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't looking. He wasn't. With a sigh I pulled the tunic up and over my head, baring first my buttocks and then my back to him. I dropped the tunic on the floor next to me and heard the man gasp.

"What did they do to you? Did they never allow you to bathe? This won't do, we have to get you clean for my associate. Come, let's go to the bathroom so I can…"

He grabbed hold of my shoulder and turned me forcibly to face him. His facial expression changed as well as his tone of voice.

"What's the meaning of this?" He demanded to know.

"Mister. I'm sorry. I'm not a girl, I'm really a boy," I explained while doing my best not to cry.

"I can see that. I'm not blind and neither is my associate. Stupid boy! How on Earth had you thought you'd be able to hide that from us? No, don't tell me, in fact, don't say another word. You're going to the basement, turn around and put your hands on your back. Trying to trick me into thinking you're a sweet girl when you're nothing but a little filthy thieving snivelling boy."

"Mister! I can be a girl. Don't put me in your basement," I said as he tied my hands on my back.

I didn't want to go into his basement, I'd do anything to prevent it. Even if it meant pretending to be one of the things I hated most of all, a girl.

"Hah! He'll find out you're nothing but a stinking boy and then he'll kill you and then me. One look at that and he'll know."

He flicked my worm a couple of times with his finger.

"Stop! I know it's there. You don't have to hurt it. I'll hide it from him. I know I can. Please."

Click to continue.

2d

"Gimme back my watch! There's been some kind of mistake. I'm not a girl. I'm a boy!" I said after considering my options. I just knew I couldn't possibly keep him fooled long enough for being able to run.

Besides, he wanted me to share a bed with his associate. His associate would surely find out I'm not a bloody girl but a boy. And then there'd be hell to pay when he'd tell this fatty here.

"A boy?" the fat man shouted and grabbed hold of my tunic. It nearly choked me before the seam at the neck opening finally tore and I could feel the cool air reach my buttocks as the thin fabric ripped all the way down my back. He turned me around and easily pulled the now ripped tunic off me even if I tried to prevent him from doing so.

He's fat, but he's super strong and much faster than I ever imagined he'd be.

He grabbed my wrists and seemingly with no effort at all, he forced my hands away from where they tried to protect my modesty.

"You are a boy!" he said as if he didn't believe his own eyes.

Didn't I just tell him so?

"I'm going to kill Ali and all of his family. Conning me out of my last coins for a boy!" He spat the last word out.

There's the killing again. Why does everyone want to kill someone else?

"What the hell am I supposed to do now? My associate expects to share his bed with a girl tonight and every night for as long as he's here. He always does when he visits. I can't go find a girl to pay to do that now. I've no money left. I'll lose my big investment. And what am I to do with you? I've no use for a puny boy, if you had been bigger I could have used you in the fields, but you are so much more like a girl than a boy. You've literally no muscles and you're so slim. Almost nothing but skin and bones."

I didn't know what to say, only wished he'd let go of my wrists so I could hide my worm from his eyes.

He keeps looking at it. It's only a worm! There's nothing unusual about it, all boys and men have one! Surely, he must have one of his own. He can look at that if he wants to look at worms!

"Mister! Please, you're hurting me. Can you let go of my arms? At least stop squeezing them so much?"

"Sorry. This isn't your fault. I should've made sure you were a girl before I paid for you. I'm in so much trouble now. If I had 20 dollars, I could've gotten one of the clean girls to lay with my associate. But I paid that for you. I don't know anyone who'd pay 20 dollars for a boy, not even one as pretty as you, when he clearly isn't able to work in the field."

"I can work in a field. Trust me, I can…"

"Don't be foolish boy. You don't know what is required for something like that. No, I should try to sell you. Maybe someone will be interested."

"I'm not a thing you can just sell…"

"Hush! No, everyone would only laugh at me if I were to bring you and offer you up for sale for 20 dollars. No, I'll simply have to keep you stashed away, until I can get rid of you. If my associate doesn't kill me tonight, I'll think of something to do with you when he's gone. He might not want to stay for all eight days when I don't have a girl for him. If he does, I'm afraid you'll just have to stay put in my basement, gagged and tied up all of the time. I don't want him to hear you."

"You can't put me in your cellar…"

"Hell, I don't want anyone to find out I've bought a skinny little boy who can't work and paid 20 dollars in gold for him. They'll think I've lost my mind and won't do business with me ever again. No, little one, this isn't your fault, but I'm afraid it's you who has to suffer from my stupidity."

I don't like the sound of this. Being tied up for eight long days? I think not. But, what can I do? He's already retying my hands. If I want to try to stop him I have to do that real soon. Before he gags me. After that, I'll have no choice but go into that basement of his. Oh, but what to do?

He thought you were a girl. You can fool the associate too.

2e

"Mister!" I said before he had a chance to finish tying my hands behind me and gag me. "I can pretend to be a girl for your associate. He'll never find out I'm a boy."

"Are you quite mad?" he asked. At least he didn't just gag me.

"No, I mean, you thought I was a girl right? Until I told you I'm not."

"Yes, but it's quite obvious to me you're not a girl now. A girl doesn't have something like this hanging at her front."

"Ow!" I gasped as I felt the pain from him flicking his finger right at the head of my worm. Even covered inside its hood, it still hurt.

"Nor does a girl have these…"

"No! Don't flick at those too! Mister, I get your point. But, if he doesn't see them, he won't know I'm a boy. I can make sure he never sees them."

"You're nothing but a stupid boy. Don't you know what a man does with a girl when he shares a bed with one?"

Don't they sleep? Like my sister and I sleeps in the single bed in our bedroom.

I was ridiculed even more when I said that I thought they'd just go to sleep.

"I should've known. With such a little dick, I'm not surprised you've never shared a bed with a girl."

"I have! Every night for like two years. I've slept with my sister. After she outgrew her crib she's slept in my bed."

"I'm not talking about a boy sleeping with his little sister at night, you fool. I'm talking about sex!"

Sex? That's what Bertram, Nikolay and Mikkel were talking about all the time.

"I can do that!" I blurted out without thinking.

I wasn't at all sure if I could, but I was willing to at least try if it meant I wasn't going to be stowed away in his basement like a piece of unwanted furniture.

"You can't! You don't have a hole for a man to enter. Instead you have that… that thing there."

"Stop hurting it! I know it's there. It won't go away no matter how much you'll flick it."

"So how on Earth would you pretend to be a girl when you don't have the proper parts?"

I had to think quickly. It was hard to remember what the three teens had talked about when it had made no sense to me at the time. It still didn't. I doubted it could feel nice at all.

"There are things a man can do to a girl other than putting his worm inside her hole, right?"

Ugh, I should've used the proper words. Like cock and pussy. Like Nikolay taught me to. But mum slapped me when I asked her if she had a pussy like Lise. Worm and hole just sounds so… so childish!

"But my associate will want to put his dick in a hole. You don't have a hole, only that vile little thing."

I do have a hole. I know a finger fits in it, I've had my own in it. And Abiha put hers in there too. But would a worm fit in it? Maybe, but I'd probably only die from it. It would rip me open, unless it was only a little worm, like my own. But, would a man ever want to put his worm in there?

"I have a hole. And my mouth, I could like… suck on his worm. He'd never need to put it in my hole. I can just suck on it."

That's what Mikkel said he'd want a girl to do for him most of all.

"Have you ever sucked on a man's dick? Or even a boy's?"

"No! But I'll do it, if I have to. And I'd do it so well, he'd never realize I'm really a boy."

"If only you could convince him you were a girl, I wouldn't have to put you in my basement. Alas, it's simply too big a gamble. If he'd ever find out I was trying to pass you off for a girl, he'd kill first you, then me. It's much safer if I try to explain how I couldn't find a girl for him tonight. But I'll find one tomorrow. You're going in the basement. If you're still alive when he leaves, I'll deal with you then. If you're dead, I'll just bury you down there. Problem solved."

You can still convince him. He hasn't gagged you yet!

2f

I didn't know what to say to get the man to change his mind about putting me in his basement. My suggestion of pretending to be a girl hadn't been accepted.

Maybe it's for the best anyway. I'm not sure I could've done any one of those things a girl is supposed to do for a man. I'd really wish he'd just let me go. I don't want to be left for dead in his stinking basement!

He didn't gag me, but replaced the rope around my wrists for a set of handcuffs. He even put a pair on my ankles too before lugging me down the steps to his underground basement. It was cold down there, cold and dark.

I'll never survive for a week down here!

"Mister! Please, come back, I'll be a perfect girl. I know I can do it. I'll do anything you want. Just let me out!"

Click to continue.

2g

"I'm not a girl!" I shouted angrily as I twisted my body and dived for the small gap between his legs.

I hooted from joy as I got my upper body past his legs before he had a chance to stop me. Before I could pull my legs up under me to run as quickly as I could, I felt a crushing pain around my left ankle.

"Not so fast, you filthy punk!"

"Let go of me! I'm not a girl and you can't treat me like one!"

"Maybe not, but I still gave 20 dollars in gold for your sorry arse. You're not going anywhere until I say so. Stop kicking at my hands or I'll fucking give you something to scream about!"

"No! Give me back my watch and let me go! HELP!"

"Oh I've had enough of your insolence. Stop screaming, idiot child. There's no one who can hear you. Enough I said!"

"HEEELP MEEE! AYYIEEEE!"

"I told you I'd hit you if you didn't stop. Are you done? No? I haven't got the time for this, but if you insist, then…"

***

He slapped me until I lost the will to keep fighting and screaming. He was far too strong and even if his fat belly had led me to believe he was super slow, he had still been too darn quick for me to escape. He slapped handcuffs on my wrists and my ankles then carried me down into a very dark basement.

He carried me down here like I was a sack of flour weighing nothing at all. And now I'm sitting here in the dark chained to the wall like I'm a freaking prisoner. I can't even wipe my nose, not with my hands on my back.

He had made my nose bleed before I gave up trying to block his punches. He hadn't hit me very hard at first, but he had increased the force behind his punches the more he had to hit me. I wish I could say I lasted for hours but it was all over within minutes.

I wish he would've at least told me for how long I'm to sit here. It's cold and I'm freezing and I'm thirsty and I'm hungry and my nose really hurts.

"Come back! Let me out! Please. I'll do whatever you want."

I'll even pretend to be a girl if it will make you happy.

Click to continue.

2h

I'm not an animal. I'm not a dog and I'm sure as hell not a bitch! The door's open, I can at least just have a look out of it.

It wasn't as easy to do what I had thought. I crawled to the door as if I was a dog. Like I was a bitch. It just felt natural for me to do so. I hadn't taken a step on two feet in three or so months. I stuck my head out past the door frame, slowly and carefully. The small hallway out there was empty. I could see an open door at one end, it was the one I had been taken in through by the soldier who had received all of 5 dollars in silver coins for me. I hadn't been out that way since.

On the opposite end of the hallway was another door. It was shut and I had no idea of where it led.

It might be a way out. It could also just be a room with no exits. Maybe the door is locked. I won't really know until I try to open it.

I looked back over my shoulder. The dog pen, the small nine square metres room looked so much safer to my eyes. But I knew if I was to move back to my small dog blanket and lay down on it to wait for Alpha to come, I'd likely never muster the courage to ever as much as consider running again.

This is hard. I don't have an endless amount of time and I can't seem to make up my mind. Safety but being treated like an animal for the rest of my life or uncertainty, possibly risking my life to get out of here? And if I go, which way should I go?

Go back to your blanket, Nadia!

2i

I left the open door alone. I just wasn't prepared to risk my life trying to escape. My life as a dog hadn't been all bad, there were plenty of perks to it, now that I thought about it.

There's no schoolwork and nobody punishes me for reasons I don't understand. And every time I do what's expected of me I get praised. Nobody ever praised me when I went peeing back home. Only when I was little I guess. But here, every time I wee, I'm praised. Even more when I poop. I never have to worry whether or not I'll enjoy the food being served. It's always the same and never more or less than I can eat. I've got the cleanest and coolest water in my bowl.

I never have to worry about the war going on either. There's no war here. I never hear anything about it so I don't have any bad dreams at night.

So, there were plenty of things to be happy about. Though there were downsides too of course. Like never being able to talk to anyone. Playing games was limited to tug of war with Alpha and he always won. He'd run around with the rope happily for a while then return to play again.

As time passed by I eventually forgot about what life had been like when I was a boy. I didn't think of myself as being a boy, never thought of what the future might've had in store for me. All of that didn't matter, it was much easier only living in the moment.

Alpha regularly mated with me, every bit as often as he used to in the beginning and I was only happy to let him pound my butt as vigorously as he wanted. Sometimes I even initiated it by flaunting my bum right into his face. It never took me long to get him interested. I don't think I lost my mind like Alpha did, I just chose to live my life as a dog. A bitch dog whose only purpose in life was to keep Alpha happy. As long as he was happy, I was happy. And I was happy pretty much the entire time.

The End

Try a different route from the beginning.

2j

"Mister! Please. I'm really good at acting. I was the best in my class. Please let me try, I won't let any of us down."

I had been a superb actor and I had in fact been the best sheep in the stupid play we had been forced to do at the end of second grade. I was the only sheep in the play, hence I had been the best darn sheep. I didn't have any lines to say, only a few 'baaahs', but I had made the rather silly noises at exactly the right times and loudly too. My father hadn't been so appreciative of my role, in fact he strode out of the gymnasium when he saw me in the stupid outfit I had been wearing.

"Don't you understand that if you fail we'll both suffer the most horrific deaths? My associate, Sayid Peterson isn't just any man. He's powerful. He has connections to the Liberal Army of Vengeance. To the very top. I've invested all my money in seeds for growing… No, never mind what I'm growing for them. Just understand that I can't possibly risk it."

"In for a penny, in for a pound." Isn't that what father always told me? "When you commit to do something, do so wholeheartedly."

"I'll prove it. I'll be with you like a girl. So you can see for yourself that I can be a girl. I'll be the best girl. No, I'll be better than any girl ever was at being a girl. Just give me a chance."

***

He kept silent for a while, all the time he looked me up and down. He had turned me to face him after he had tied my hands on my back.

I don't like how he keeps looking at my worm. It's like he's afraid of it or something. Maybe I should tell him it is quite harmless. It doesn't even get so much bigger when it sticks out. Like when Abiha made it do that.

He picked up my watch and looked at it.

"Is this showing the right time?" he asked.

I nodded my head. I wanted to ask him what good it would be to have a watch if it wasn't telling the proper time.

This isn't the time to be cheeky. I want him to like me. I want him to think of me as if I am a girl. How do I do that?

I thought of the few girls I had noticed during my life. There was my sister of course, but she was so little and if I behaved like her, I'd probably be in for a severe spanking instead of what I wanted. Even though I had wanted to smack her so many times myself, I only ever did it once. She'd broken my best toy.

Mum slapped me so hard on the cheek and then smacked my rear end. She told me Lise was just a baby and didn't know what she had done.

I can still remember the smile and the look on Lise's face as she had sat there with my action figure and snapped both of his arms right off while she looked at me.

She knew exactly what she did! And she totally loved seeing me being spanked after. She sat laughing and clapping her hands.

I'd pinch her at night instead of smacking her little butt. Any time she'd wake me by kicking me in her sleep, I'd pinch her. Hard! It never left any marks though, I was real careful of that. I was silently laughing while I pretended to be in a deep sleep as she'd start crying and had to be comforted by mum.

I miss her so much now! Both of them!

While girls do cry more than boys, I doubted the man wanted me to cry like a girl. I had to force myself not to dwell at Lise and how much I missed my annoying little sister. I had only very limited experience with girls however, my school days had been at a boys-only school. There had been girls in the city I lived in before the base, of course, but I hadn't been particularly interested in doing anything with them. If they were anything like my little sister, I had more than enough trouble with her already. I didn't need to get myself into more by hanging out with girls my own age.

I could only really think of Taslima and how she had behaved when she wasn't inside the tent she shared with Farooq. Then there was of course Abiha, but she hadn't done much interaction with the men of the family. I was basically the only male she had talked to while I had been with the family, but I wasn't a man and she hadn't exactly done much to ever allow me forgetting it.

She always said I was only a little boy. One who needed her help to wash himself. She never allowed me to show her I could've easily done it all on my own. No, I'll have to behave like Taslima did. What was it she did? Oh yes.

I adjusted my behaviour to match that of the extremely submissive Taslima. I bowed my head some, shuffled my feet closer to each other and tried to mimic her little insecure smile and subtle looks she had cast at her husband. Only I did it to this fat man in front of me.

He hummed and opened a closet next to us and took the most girlish of any girl dresses I've ever seen out of it. As he held it up in front of me, I saw it reached down to about my knees. About the same the tunic had done after Farooq so indifferently had ripped it and used part of it to gag me. The mere look of the dress was however enough to make me sick.

It was deep red in colour, knee length as I just said. It had sleeves but only barely so, about 5 cm [2 inch] short sleeves that ended in white lacy frills. The neck opening fortunately was just that, an opening where my neck would fit through. It was a dress clearly made for girls not yet in puberty so it wasn't low cut. Where the dress ended down near my knees there was more of the white lacy frills. The ever worst part however was the big white bow on the front and the long white bands I just knew would be tied on my back in yet another bow.

I must've blushed crimson red in humiliation, probably matching the colour of the dress quite nicely, while I took in the sight of the way too girlish dress and could literally feel the heat spread over my cheeks.

"Is that for me?" I asked with faked girlish glee in my voice.

Most of all I wanted to take that dress and bury it.

No, simply burying it won't do. At the very first chance I get I'll light it on fire then bury the ashes!

The thought of having to actually wear something as vile as that and pretend to love every second I was wearing made me even sicker.

"Yes, but you'll have to wait until we've cleaned you up a little. You look like you've spent the past year in the desert. You smell quite like it too," he said, "I can't clean you properly with your hands tied on your back though. Let me see… there should be something I can use… Ah, there it is."

I looked into the closet he had now opened fully. I wish I hadn't however as there were more dresses inside of it, even pink ones. That wasn't the worst however, there was a large selection of whips, chains and many other items I had no clear idea of what were for, though I knew they were likely to be used in one way or another with or on me.

Why else would they be in the same closet as the dresses?

The item he pulled out wasn't as bad as the other more nerve-wrecking things inside the closet. It was a pair of small handcuffs, something that once might've made me tremble from fear, but I'd much rather have my hands cuffed than finding out what it would feel like to be whipped! He untied the rope only after he tested the cuffs were sitting securely on my wrists.

"I don't trust you. Not yet. If I was you, I'd be very busy thinking of how to escape. In fact, I don't think a pair of handcuffs would stop me from trying to run."

He reached into the closet and brought out a thin link chain. He used a small padlock to secure it to the link between the cuffs on my wrists and a single cuff he put on his own wrist.

"There. If you want to run, you'll have to take me with you. And I've no intention of leaving my house. Come, your bath awaits you, my little princess."

***

The bath wasn't too bad, well, not the actual bathing part of it. That only involved having to stand patiently in his bathtub while he washed me. I only had to make sure he had easy access to all parts of my body though he made me wash my worm and eggs on my own.

"I'm only ever touching one dick and that's my own," he said.

He had apparently already forgotten how he had flicked at my poor worm's head. While he refused to touch my worm he had no problems with my rear end. It gave me flashbacks of me laying on my back using my butt to drink dirty water as he filled it with water from a hose. However he made me push it all out into a hole in the floor, only to fill up my butt again. I don't know how much water went inside me the second time but he didn't turn off the faucet and remove the hose until I pitifully whined about it hurting me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked in my normal boy's voice as I strained to keep the water inside like he had told me to.

"If your hole is to be used like a girl's, it had better be clean inside. You'll do this three times every day for as long as Sayid Peterson is here. If he wishes to put his dick in your hole, you'll let him. You can scream and plead all you want, but do not refuse him entry. If you do, he'll only make it much worse for you. Eventually, he will get his dick inside, whether you let him do it willingly or not. Just make sure he doesn't find out you're a boy… Well, I just may have an idea of how to keep that fact from him.

"Push the water out, if you're not clean inside by now you never will be."

I was only too happy to let the water out of my hole, he really had put a lot of it inside of me.

After a quick rinse in the tub I was meticulously wiped down and led back to the room with the closet full of things clearly not meant for a young boy like me.

***

"It's a good thing you're quite small down there. It'll make it much easier for you to wear what I have in mind."

My worm does look a lot smaller than normal. My eggs feel like they're trying to crawl into my body. It must be from the icy cold water he used to bathe me. And clean my hole!

My worm wasn't small enough for it not to hurt me when he strapped me into a device clearly designed for torturing me. It was a polished steel triangular shape that covered my boy parts fully. It wasn't completely flat, but the slight bulge in it didn't leave much room for my bits. By pulling on leather straps he made the steel sit quite snuggly then pulled even more on the straps until it felt absolutely horrible for me. My eggs felt as if they were being crushed and my worm wasn't doing much better.

He ignored my wails, only finished securing the straps so they wouldn't come off unless he released them. I know this as I tried frantically to locate the ends of the straps, only to have my fingers brush against some kind of lock.

"Take it off! Please, take it off! It hurts me so much," I cried.

"No, it'll stay on until after Sayid Peterson goes to sleep. Then I'll take it off. You won't be able to pee until then, so don't drink too much water."

"Why do I have to wear… this? What is this… thing?"

"It's a chastity belt. Really meant for girls and young women, but I'm happy to see it actually fits you as well. There's no telling you're really a useless boy now. It really makes everything quite flush down here," he explained and then knocked on the steel with one of his knuckles.

"Ow! Don't do that. It makes it hurt even more."

It felt like the two taps had been directly to my little eggs. The pressure from the chastity belt wouldn't let up no matter how much I tried to suck in my stomach or push it out. I could spread my legs as wide or keep them as closely together as I could and still the pain wouldn't go away.

"Oh, if you should somehow find a knife or a pair of scissors, don't try to cut the strips that look like leather. There is a very thin but extremely durable and yet flexible core of metal inside of them. Nothing will be able to cut through that, except maybe a laser beam. But if you should be able to find someone with laser powerful enough to cut through, it'll go right through you as well.

"Now, I obviously put the chastity belt on you so it'll hide your parts from Sayid Peterson. I'll tell him you've been a very bad girl so you're not to experience any nice feelings from being with him. I'm afraid it might make him want to punish you too. Pretending to be a girl for him was your own idea however. He just doesn't like naughty little girls much. I guess I never had a chance to explain that to you. Oh, I have one more gift for you."

If the chastity belt or whatever he called it was supposed to be a gift, I don't want any more of his 'gifts'.

I didn't have much choice but to allow him to fit the bracelet he had promised me in exchange for my boy's watch. It felt like it was trying to crush my wrist. It sat so snuggly I couldn't budge it.

"Uh-uh, don't tamper with it, if you should somehow manage to dislodge it, it'll send a most powerful surge of electricity into your body. It'll not only hurt, it'll quite possibly knock you right out. In fact I trust it so much I'm going to free you from your hand cuffs now. You're able to safely walk around the house but don't try to leave it. The bracelet doesn't like to go outside. Another thing, it is voice activated. So don't make any wrong moves."

"I don't want this. I'm not a girl. I'm a boy. I'd make a lousy girl. Take these things off of me and tie me up in your basement," I sobbed.

"On the contrary, I think you'll be a most excellent girl for Sayid Peterson."

"No, I won't! I'll tell him I'm really a boy. And then he'll kill you. He might kill me first, but I don't care."

"Do you really think he'll believe you if you tell him you're a boy? Look in the mirror, do you see a boy looking back at you? Is there anything at all you can see that proves you are a boy?"

All I could see in the full length mirror was a child. One with tears streaming down its face. It could have been a boy but in all fairness it could just as likely have been a girl. The polished steel covering my boy parts could just as well have been covering girl parts. I had seen Lise's girl parts more often than I care to remember. It had been interesting at first to study the differences between her parts and mine, but the novelty had soon worn off.

She hadn't been very old at the time when I had removed her diaper and sat with my own shorts and underpants down and compared myself to her. It had been interesting and actually rather fun for the both of us right up until my mum walked into the lounge and discovered me sitting in front of my sister and touching her. I doubt I have to explain that since my shorts and underwear were already around my ankles I ended up with a quite sore behind. From then on it had been strictly watching and no touching.

Much as it was now, three years later. Well, I couldn't actually see my parts, certainly couldn't touch them as they were behind that shiny piece of metal. I could feel them though, or at least I could feel the distressed signals they sent out in a most painful way.

"No," I had to admit, "But I am a BOY! I'm not a lousy girl!"

"Shouting it out from the top of your lungs won't make anyone believe you. In fact, I don't much care for your attitude young lady. If you don't shape up, I'm going to give you something to really cry about."

***

As it turned out I never had to prove to the man who had bought me from Baba that I was every bit as good as any girl he'd be able to find.

"It doesn't matter now. I think Sayid Peterson will be most pleased with having a virgin to play with, even if he can't get access to your front hole. I don't think he'll be too unhappy though, as far as I know he rather enjoys putting his dick into the back hole too. That's why I usually have to spend so much money on the girls for him. Ever since the first one ran her mouth, every girl in town knows he's going to do that, so they demand more money. Well, the beatings didn't help either I suppose."

I didn't like what he told me. It was bad enough I had no way out of pretending to be a girl for this Sayid Peterson, whoever he might be, and had to be with him. I certainly didn't look forward to also having to be beaten up by him for no reason at all. Other than maybe for being a boy when he really wanted a girl.

That must be why there are so many whips and paddles in that closet.

I had no choice but to allow myself being clad in first a pair of white tights, then the too-girlish-for-even-a-girl dress. And finally lift my feet one at a time for him to put on red shoes with heels that made walking even trickier.

As if it isn't bad enough having to walk around with that piece of metal squashing my eggs!

I tried to make it impossible for him to put makeup on my face by constantly moving my head away from his hands. A swift punishment in the form of a slap to my left cheek made me sit still and even pucker my lips as he carefully put lipstick on them.

He made me look like a girl! A very beautiful girl. Her hair is a bit short, but all it really does is make her look even prettier. Stop, what am I thinking? It's ME! I'm a boy! I'm not that girl staring back at me in the mirror.

He had me walk around in the lounge practising to walk like a girl. The shoes were a bit too small for me, adding to my discomfort as I was forced to walk with my feet closer to each other.

"Put one foot almost directly in front of the other as you walk. No proper girl walks with her feet so far apart. It makes you walk like a cow. That's more like it, now, make your hips move from side to side as you walk. No! Not like that, time it to your steps. Better, but not perfect. Concentrate on what you're doing."

It was easy for him to say. I was trying very hard to think of a way to get away from the house.

If he's right, that stupid bracelet will fry my brain if I as much as set one foot outside the door. I have to find the key for it first. There's just no way to do that until both this sleaze bag and Sayid whatever-his-name-is-again goes to sleep. I guess I have to be a girl for him tonight. There's just no way out of it.

***

A car pulled up in front of the house, I could hear the engine turn off and more than one door slam shut. Whoever this Sayid was, he was wealthy or important enough to have a driver and possible a bodyguard escorting him. Their arrival at least put a stop to my endlessly walking around.

"Sayid [Master] Peterson, I'm so happy to welcome you to my humble home once again. I hope you'll find everything to your liking. If not, I will do my outmost best to correct it," I heard the man say from outside.

What a douchebag! Mr 'Brown Nose' if there ever was one!

He had left me in the lounge, apparently not worried about me escaping. I noticed the French doors leading into the garden, if they weren't locked, I just might be able to slip unnoticed outside and run like the wind.

Even if it means running around in girl's clothing! But what about the bracelet? Do I really dare to put it to the test? It's done absolutely nothing so far, only sit there and try its best to strangle my wrist.

Run! There's no way such a small thing could harm you.

2k

I spent two days in the fat man's basement. That was more than enough, I hated every second I had to stay there. He left me chained to the wall, just came down every few hours I suppose and placed a bucket next to where I was sitting on the floor and hefted me up to sit me on it. I had to tinkle and poop in it if I needed to before he'd give me some water and bread. He fed me while my hands were still cuffed on my back. He only used one word sentences when he'd tell me what to do and it caught me by surprise when he on the third and last night of my captivity in the basement started talking to me in a soft, yet desperate voice.

"Sayid [Master] Peterson is not pleased with me. I can't find a girl who'll sleep with him without getting payment in advance. I have no money for it. It's a disaster. He can ruin me with a snap of his fingers. I should have passed you off for a girl. It might've worked, but it's too late for that now. He's leaving in the morning and then I have to figure out what to do with you. I still think you're too small to do any good in my fields but I can't let you stay down here forever either. You have to work for your food like everybody else."

He left me before I had a chance to say anything to him.

***

The next day he unchained me from the wall and carried me back to the room where I had been taken straight after being purchased from Baba. Here he put a bracelet on my wrist, one that was about the size of my wristwatch but much thicker.

"Listen closely boy. This bracelet will shock the hell out of you if you go too far from this room. It'll beep once, and only once, one second before it sends out a surge of electricity that will render your body quite useless for up to fifteen minutes. You'll still be able to think, but that's about it. It might make you piss or shit all over yourself, if you're shocked by it. It will also notify me of your position at all time and alert me if it shocks you," he explained.

"NO! Don't try to move it, leave it alone as it'll shock you if you try to tamper with it in any way. As you can see, there are no locks on it. The only way it comes off of your wrist is if I order it to. The battery in it is quite small, but it can shock you about 12, maybe even 15 times before it'll run out of power. Oh, after about ten shocks it'll be quite lethal I'm afraid, so don't even think about shocking yourself until the battery is spent. It won't work."

"It hurts. I can't feel my hand," I whined pitifully.

It wasn't too bad really, but it did sit extremely and uncomfortably tight around my thin wrist. And my skin underneath the strange metal itched like hell!

"Nonsense boy. It has adjusted itself to the circumference of your wrist. It sits nice and tight, just like it's supposed to. Come with me, let's find something to take your mind off of your new bracelet. It's a part of you now and it'll continue to be so until I decide otherwise."

***

He told me to fill two buckets with water from an outside tap and showed me how to carry them with a stick over my shoulders to one of his fields. The two ten litre [2½ gallon] buckets were heavy once filled with water and reminded me of the time back at the base where I had lugged the plastic jug full of the nasty water from the waterhole. The stick with chains made it easier and it would've been a breeze walking with the buckets if it wasn't because the man made me fill them to the brim.

"Don't spill any of the water boy. Water is expensive and the plants need every last drop you can provide them with. You'll have to walk faster than that, they'll die from thirst if you don't pick up speed. That's better but mind the buckets. I've seen little girls do better than you."

Fuck all the little girls! I can't walk like this and not spill.

He led me to the nearest field with small green plants. They gave off an awful smell, not at all like the plants my mum had in the garden before we moved to the base.

"Here, water this one. Use this and make sure you get the water as close to the stalk as possible. No, closer to the ground. Otherwise, the water will evaporate before it gets into the soil where it's supposed to go."

I had to bend lower and get closer to the smelly plant. The leaves looked a lot like stinging nettles, but much to my surprise the nine spoke leaves didn't sting when I brushed my hand at them.

"That's it, one cup per plant. Finish this row and you can have a short break. I'll be monitoring your progress and if you're too slow, I'll tan your hide. Get to it. What are you waiting for?"

I looked at the row of small plants, it seemed to go on forever, it was maybe 150 metres [500 ft.] long. For every 30 or so centimetres [1 foot] there was a plant and if every plant was to get 3 decilitres of water I'd have to go back to refill the two buckets a lot of times. I wasn't extremely good at maths, but even I could tell it would take a long time to finish just this one row.

And there's like hundreds of rows just like this one. I can't possibly keep them all alive on my own.

"Mister?"

"What now? Don't stall, just get on with it. You have a job to do and you know how to do it. The sooner you get done the sooner you'll be able to rest. Maybe you want to water two full rows before taking a break?"

"No. But…"

"Are you really this stupid or are you only pretending? MOVE or I'll whip your little bony arse until you get moving."

The threat of being whipped got me started. It took me two and a half hours to get the first row of plants watered. My shoulders hurt, my head hurt. Well, everything that could hurt did hurt. Including a number of muscles I hadn't known existed until that day. The blistering sun gave me a sunburn over most of my body, though it was mostly my ears, nose and neck that got hit severely by it.

"Hah, a little sunburn like that isn't enough for you to stop working. Put some of this grease on your burns, it'll cool your skin and protect it somewhat. Drink some water, then straight back to work. You've taken much longer than I expected. You have to move quicker or you'll be working all night long to catch up."

***

My second break was around noon. Well, I guess it was noon as I was allowed a bit of food with my water and to sit for ten minutes before being forced back to watering the disgusting smelling plants. In the afternoon, I had another break and by sundown I had managed to water exactly six out of the countless number of rows of plants.

"You did well for such a little boy. Maybe you're not so puny as I thought you'd be. I guess only time will tell," the fat man told me as he controlled my work.

"Mister?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"I'm the only one watering these plants, right?"

"Yes. And?"

"There must be like a hundred rows of them and if I can water six rows a day, it would be like two weeks or even three between each plant gets water. Won't they wither and die before I get back to them?"

I was a curious boy and though I couldn't care less for the fatso's nasty plants I didn't want to get punished for them dying simply because there were far too many for me to singlehandedly keep them alive.

"There's an automated underground sprinkler system supplying every plant with water. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, you'll be back to watering my plants," he told me and left the basement.

So I'm working myself half to death for no reason at all.

***

When the second day turned out to be a repeat of the first, I decided to put the bracelet to the test on the morning of the third day.

I've had it with watering nasty smelling plants for no reason at all other than it slowly killing me!

It was hard work, 20 litres [5 gallon] of water weigh around 20 kilos [45 lbs]. Something I didn't know at the time, but for a boy weighing in at max 30 kilos [65 lbs] it was a staggering weight to lug around. Particularly when I reached the farthest end of the rows. Walking 200 metres [650 ft.] trying to balance two full buckets of water wasn't my idea of having a nice time, though I must admit it took my mind off the tightness of the bracelet. Still, on day three I had enough.

He's sitting in his cool house right now. There's no way he can see me and I know where to run to. The mountains are like just over there, surely no further than 5 or 10 km [3 or 6 miles] away from here. I can get there by walking. Even if I have to do it naked. I'll take the buckets full of water with me. That's enough water to last for the entire trip. Must be enough to get at least as far as to the mountains. When I get there, I'll figure out where to go from there.

I put my plan into motion as I refilled the two buckets one last time. I walked down the row of plants I had been watering and walked past the plant waiting for me to water it. I kept on walking passing the last plant in the row. The bare dirt gave way to wiry brownish coloured grass marking where the fat man's land ended.

Don't go too far. The bracelet will shock you if you do. Sure. I'm like 100 metres [300 ft.] from the plants now and it hasn't said or done anything yet. Probably just a piece of solid metal sitting there, doing its best to scare a little boy into thinking it's real scary and shit. Hah, the laugh's on you now, fat dude!

I kept walking and about 200 metres [650 ft.] from the plants the bracelet I had reduced to nothing but a piece of scrap metal literally screamed at me! My hands were holding onto the stick close to my shoulders and thus the bracelet was about 15 centimetres from my poor ear.

"OW!" I cried and stumbled a step forwards, the deafening piercing noise from the bracelet caused me to let the buckets fall to the ground and spill most of the water.

"Motherfuc…" I managed to swear before a sea of pain rushed through my body.

***

I came to being carried by the fat man back towards his farm house.

"…should have realized boys are simply too stupid to listen to warnings. They have to test everything you tell them. Well, a little bit of electricity never harmed anyone," I heard him mutter angrily to himself.

It wasn't very comfortable being carried as he had just thrown me over one of his shoulders and it dug into my hip bone. What was worse was I couldn't lift my head to look where he was taking me, I could only look at the ground and my dangling arms. Thankfully he was careful when he walked into his house making sure I didn't bang into the door frame.

He dropped me on a couch and shut the door as he left the room he had taken me into. I spent the next ten minutes hoping and praying for my paralysis only being temporary.

"I trust you learnt your lesson now, boy?" he asked upon returning to the room. It was the same room I had been told to strip in.

"Good, then you can go back to work. I've reconfigured the device so you can go fetch the buckets you so carelessly left out there. I increased the range by two metres [7 ft.]. If you try to go past that, the electric shock you'll get will be the least of your worries."

There's just no way out of this. I have to do what he says. I wonder when or if he'll let me go. I can't stay here for the rest of my life! I want to find my family. I need to find them.

***

By day seven I'd managed to water little more than half of the field. I still thought my work was hard, boring and utterly stupid. The plants seemed to be thriving whether or not I watered them so it was really pointless for the fat man to force me to do it. If it was meant to be some sort of punishment, I'd much rather he'd give me a swift spanking so I could get it over with. It would hurt, yes, but only for a few days.

I mulled over it the entire morning that day while working and when it was time for lunch, I was still considering what to do. I was about ready to swallow my pride and do my best to seduce him. I had noticed him looking at my naked rear end as I'd balance the two buckets full of water past where he'd be sitting in the shade. The past few days he had started spending more time just sitting there looking at me walking back and forth.

I purposely tried to jiggle my buttocks just a little as I walked by him and I could see his interest pick up.

Maybe I can make him think of me more as a girl than a useless boy. I'm sure he wouldn't make a girl do this hard work.

You're a boy, not a girl!

2l

I had one last look at the closed door at the end of the hallway and turned my head to look at the open door instead.

That's the way I'm going! The other door might be locked and then I'd probably be found by the handler and it would mean a world of hurt for me. I'm not going back to the dog blanket, though. I'm not a bitch! Even if I might smell that way to Alpha. Oh, crap, what if real dogs think I'm a bitch too? Never mind that now, the real concern is how the fuck to get out of here safe and sound. I can worry about other stuff later!

I knew it would be extremely difficult if not simply impossible to find a way out of the complex I was in. The building with my dog pen was only one of several buildings within the high wall with broken glass on top.

I can't go over the wall, that's for sure. I'll only cut myself to shreds if I get anywhere near the long shards of glass.

The wall wasn't my immediate concern though I couldn't help but think of the many coloured large splinters of broken bottles and whatnot seemingly cemented into the top of the wall. I'd seen them out of the corner of my eyes every day when I was being let out onto the lawn to move around and do my business.

The lawn is on the other side of this building. To the right is where the courtyard is. Beyond the courtyard I think I saw a garage. Yes! There's a two vehicle garage over there. I saw it when I got here. Right, so the gate to the outside is between this building and the garage on the other side. And on the fourth and last side of the courtyard is a big house. That's where the mad scientist must live and possible where Alpha stays at night.

I have to stay as far away from the villa as possible. If Alpha picks up my scent, he'll tear down the door to get to me. Or perhaps he'll jump out one of the windows. Wouldn't that be marvellous? Have my great escape torn to pieces because of a bonkers boy-dog whose only wish in life is to put his cock in my arse. No I can't let that happen.

I had to get out of the gate somehow. It seemed to be the only possible way out. So I snuck out the door, still crawling and turned right. And almost bumped into the handler. I thought all was lost, but he was looking the other way and busy trying to talk into a phone and smoke a bad smelling cigarette at the same time. I quickly backed up, all the way back into the hallway with my pen.

"I have a bitch for your dogs, brother. If I find a way to get her out of here, I'll bring her to your kennel. No, she isn't a Rottweiler. No, not a Doberman either. You won't believe me when I tell you, yes, alright, it's really a boy. A preteen human boy. No, I'm not kidding. They've messed with his genes, so he sends out the smells of a bitch in heat. Yes. It's true! You'll see for yourself when I bring him, uh her, I mean the bitch around. Your dogs will go mad trying to fuck him. Yes. A few days, security is kind of tight…"

I didn't stick around long enough to hear the end of the conversation. I could only hear what the handler said anyway, but it was more than enough to make me stand and painfully run to the closed door at the end of the hallway. My muscles controlling my lower legs hadn't really been exercised much the past three months and I couldn't run as fast as I wanted. Eventually I did get to the end of the hallway and reached for the handle.

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2m

I pressed down the door handle on the closed door at the end of the hallway. I prayed to the God of Luck, the God of Mercy and, well pretty much any God that would want to listen to a naked little nine years old boy wearing only a pink collar indicating the name of said boy was Nadia. Someone must've heard my prayers as the handle turned all the way and with a squeak the door opened.

"Nadia! Get back in your pen now, bad girl!" I heard from behind me.

Fuck! It wasn't just a God who heard me, the handler must've heard me too. He's coming for me!

"I'm not a bad girl!" I cried out as I pushed the door fully open and slammed it shut behind me.

That won't slow him down any. But it just felt so nice to really slam that door. Where to go from here?

I was in the street. On the other side of the outer wall with all the terrifying glass on top. Here in the middle of the day, there didn't seem to be much traffic or maybe there just wasn't any traffic in the small town at all. The few properties next to the one I had been inside seemed just as heavily fortified as my prison had been.

There must be a lot of thieves and robbers in this town or maybe everyone here is paranoid and think the worst about other people.

An angry rattle from the door handle brought my thoughts back on track.

At least it seems like the door locked or jammed when I slammed it shut. But it can't be long before he either gets it unlocked or comes out the gate to get me. I'm not running past the gate. So I can either try to go down the street, it seems to lead further into the town though, or I can go across and run up the alley on the other side. Maybe I can get to the outskirts of the town that way.

I wanted to get as far away from the small town I could get. I wanted to get back with my family, if not my immediate family then at least my uncle and aunt.

I want to be with people who cares about me. People who won't try to use me or sell me or make me mate with dogs, real or not.

"I'm a boy dammit! And my name is Søren!" I said angrily at the door before I turned to run as far away from both door and the angry man behind it as I could.

It feels so nice being able to verbally express myself again.

Run down the street.

2n

I've got to take my chances. I can't let that Sayid use me like a girl! I'll figure out a way to take off the fucking squeezing belt thing he put on me later. And find some boy's clothes. I'd rather be naked than wear this frilly dress for more than a second longer than I have to. I should never have said I'd pretend to be a girl. What the hell was I thinking it would be a good idea? How stupid was that?

The French doors were easy to open. All it took was to push down on the door handle and one of the doors popped open. I only paused long enough to push off the tight girly shoes from my feet and ran out the door into the garden.

"The bracelet doesn't like to be outside," what a load of bull. I'm outside now and noth…

My thoughts were interrupted by a high screech. To this day, I'm not fully sure whether the screech came from the bracelet or if it was me who made the high-pitched sound. I think I managed to get as far as ten metres [30 ft.] out of the house before I tumbled face first onto the grassy lawn in the fat man's garden. The jolt from the bracelet was like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life.

And I thought putting a nine volt battery on the tip of my tongue was bad!

The electricity didn't fry my brains out as I had feared but it shocked every muscle in my body. I think even my heart skipped a beat or two before it started beating like I had been running nonstop for an hour or more. I wanted to get back on my feet, tried to force my left arm to move and put my hand on the grass so I could push myself up. Nothing happened. It was like my brain had been disconnected from my body.

"This wasn't how I had planned to introduce the two of you to each other, Sayid Peterson. Still, this little one here is Amalie. I'm afraid she isn't quite able to stand and greet you properly just yet. The bracelet has rendered her quite unable to move, though I trust she'll be able to do so in about 15 minutes. Sorry, Sayid, I don't know why I'm explaining this to you, it was after all you who gave it to me."

I wanted to glare at the fatso, unfortunately my head was facing in the wrong direction and like he had just said I wasn't able to turn it.

Amalie? My name isn't fucking Amalie, that's a girl's name! I'm a boy and my name's Søren! And why the hell can't I move?

I could think, I was breathing and I could blink. I could also cry though it was only the tears pouring from my eyes that indicated it. I hadn't lost my sense of touch, at least I could feel the dew on my cheek, well any bare skin touching it really, but mostly I felt it on my cheek. I felt it when the fat man picked me up and carried me like a baby back to the house.

"I best get her back inside before the bracelet sends out another surge. It might kill her before you had a chance to get to know her, Sayid."

"Now that would be a shame. She looks… different from any girl you've managed to keep me company before."

Why of course I do! I'm a boy! Open your eyes, you stupid motherfucker.

"Yes, Sayid. I was most fortunate to procure Amalie here. She'll probably help in the fields after you leave. Not that I hope to see you leave any time soon, Sayid. No, you're most welcome here in my humble home for as long as you want."

***

"She doesn't look local to me?"

The Sayid was looking at me more closely now I had been lain on the sofa in the lounge. Specifically he looked at my blue eyes and my golden locks of hair.

"She isn't. I've no idea how she ended up walking up to my door and ring the bell to ask for work. She came straight from the desert though."

That's NOT how it happened.

"From the desert? Hmm, she must be the most fortunate little girl if she managed to travel through the desert all alone."

"I swear it's the truth. As God is my witness, that's how it happened."

"Enough! I don't want to hear another word about your 'God'. I can't stand to hear the hypocrisy about how kind he is and all that utter crap. Get me a bottle of wine and two glasses. The white wine. Then leave us."

"Yes, Sayid."

***

"Here, Amalie, have a drink of this. Only a little. It must've been a frightening experience. Didn't Ali tell you what would happen if you left the house wearing the bracelet?"

I nodded as I sniffed in trying to clear my nostrils from the snot I hadn't been able to do anything about until then.

"So you've disobeyed him. I suppose you're not very good at listening to what people tell you. He had to put you in the chastity belt too. I could force him to unlock it, so I can give you a little pleasure too… No? You don't want to feel even the slightest bit of pleasure?"

I shook my head as best as I could. I didn't want anything to do with him, nor the fat man, Ali. Ali's idea of what gifts were made me most certain that whatever this man thought was pleasure wouldn't at all be pleasurable for me.

"Most girls want to feel pleasure. Then there are a few who only likes it when it hurts them. I guess it's so they can say they never really wanted it to happen in the first place. That they didn't like it. So you're one of the latter. It doesn't make a difference to me. I can make you hurt. I'll make you hurt so nicely."

"No, Sayid," I whined.

At least my voice works again now.

"You didn't want it to feel nice. And now you're telling me not to make it hurt. It has to be one of the two and as you can't seem to make up your mind, I guess I'll have to decide for you. Since your fanny is all locked up, I can't make you feel nice. There's only really one option, and that's for you to be hurt. You do need to be disciplined for wanting to run away from me too. Yes, I know the bracelet caused some minor discomfort, but it'll be nothing compared to what I have in mind for you now. When I've finished, you'll never want to disobey anyone again!"

His words made me gasp.

Minor discomfort? I couldn't move for fifteen minutes and that's a minor discomfort? Oh dear God of Mercy, take pity on me. I'm only nine and I'm not much of a believer, but I beg of you now, please!

***

I wasn't much of a believer in any one of the 12 Gods. One of which was the God of Mercy. I couldn't remember the names of the Gods, nor could I remember what all of them supposedly did. There seemed to be a God for everything, though the God of War (and Peace) was the one I guess I liked the most.

You would too, if you were brought up in a military family.

Then there was the God of Love, mostly dealing with family things if I remember correctly. It was also the one you'd pray to if you found someone you really loved and wanted her to love you too, I guess. I hadn't done much praying to her at all, well, my mum had ordered me to pray to her to ask her to make me love my little sister more. It didn't work though, not at the time, but maybe it was because I hadn't been real sincere when I was forced to pray out loud with my mum.

I don't really know more of the Gods, oh wait, God of Luck and God of Justice comes to mind. And then of course the God of Choices, which I guess is the one I pray to the most, at least as of lately, to help me make the right choices.

He's not really been helpful at all, most of the time he seems to make me do all the wrong things. Like volunteering to pretend to be a girl and try to escape wearing that bracelet! I wish I had just kept my big fat mouth shut and let Ali put me in his stinking basement.

I really had no clue whatsoever what it would entail being a girl for anyone, the stuff the teens had talked about hadn't sounded as something any real girl would ever do. Ali's brief explanation of a man putting his worm in the girl's holes didn't seem real likely to me either.

A girl's hole just isn't big enough for that. Lise's hole sure wasn't. It was more like a slit.

To be honest, I wasn't too concerned about having to perform the girl's part in the big mystery of being with a man. Not at that very moment, it was more the immediate concern of what my punishment was going to be like.

I just know it's going to hurt! Oh, please! Don't make it hurt too much!

Sayid Peterson made me follow him to the room where I had been clad in my dress.

No! It isn't my dress. It's just what Ali made me wear.

I had to stand and watch as he shifted through a bunch of whips. It made me cringe every time he'd test one against his palm, the whish sound it made as the different whips went through the air and the snaps they made as they connected to his palm.

"This one will do, that little tap actually made my hand sting and I didn't even use any real force. So, Amalie, here's what I want you to do. Bend forwards and put your hands on your knees. Keep your legs straight, as straight as you can."

I did as he told me.

I'm done with asking for guidance from the God of Choices, at least for now. For the time being I'll just do as I'm told.

"There's a good little girl. I think it'll be better if you hold the back of your knees. Yes, just like that. All you have to do now is stand like that until I tell you it is okay to get back up… No, don't move, I'm only moving your dress out of the way. I want you to be able to feel this little stinger. I suppose I should really take down your tights too, but that would only spoil my surprise later. I don't want to see your cute little rear end until just before I'll fuck you."

Fuck me? I thought he wanted to be with me. Maybe it's the same?

"Perhaps I'll whip your small bared buttocks after I've finished fucking you. Since you enjoy pain so much."

"Sayid, please! I don't enjoy pain. I don't like it even one little bit."

"It's okay Amalie, you can trust me. I won't tell anyone how much you really like pain. Your secret's safe with me."

"No! I don't like it! You aren't listening to me."

"Amalie, I'd really hate having to gag you. It would smear the lipstick all over your pretty little face. Keep quiet now. Not another word."

I sobbed quietly as he took aim, he put the whip right on the middle of my bum as if he wanted to make sure it would hit exactly there when he pulled back his arm. It was probably a lot like what my father did when he'd play golf and spent ages swinging the putter back and forth before he shuffled back and forth and ended up in what to my eyes seemed as the exact same spot. I'd been enlisted as his caddy.

It had sounded like an impressive title which was why I had agreed to do it in the first place, but all it ever meant was dragging his bloody golf clubs all over the stupid course. And even with all the shuffling around he'd still miss the hole time and time again. That was the best of it. Even if I couldn't laugh. He would only have beaten me up then.

Much like I was about to now I guess. Though my father had never ever beaten me with a whip not even a stick. Only his hands. And Hameed had only used his hands too.

That still hurt a lot. I wonder how bad this'll be. Please, just get started. Don't drag it out like this.

"OWW! No! Stop! Please!" I quickly changed my mind after the first time the whip hit my poor butt.

"Hush now, my dear Amalie. Don't yell like that. There are no neighbours here but my hearing is quite good and I'd like to keep it that way."

"It hurts so much," I said, fighting to keep my voice down.

"It wouldn't be a punishment if it wasn't just at least a little uncomfortable. Wouldn't you agree?"

I'm not going to agree to that. Yes, a punishment is supposed to hurt, but I haven't done anything to deserve being punished. Only perhaps I've been stupid. Father said that's the worst crime there is, so maybe it's only fair I get severely punished now?

"Ow." I didn't yell out the second time the whip cracked onto my bum. It still hurt like a bitch.

"That's better. Though I didn't hit you as hard as before. Let's try again."

Try again he did. Over and over. I lost count after the tenth time Sayid Peterson hit me with the whip. He carried on for much longer though.

***

"Much as I'd love to continue whipping you, as I do appreciate how much you enjoy it, I simply have to stop now. I've been on the road most of the day and the roads in this region aren't very good and I need to sleep soon. Before that, I have to see what your back door is like though. It's practically begging for me to fuck it. I'll whip you again tomorrow, maybe we'll try another one and compare it to this."

Being the girl in bed with a man can't possibly be any worse than being whipped. I only wish I could sit in a bucket full of ice cubes before I'll be used like a girl.

I didn't have any such luck, Sayid Peterson told me to follow him to the room where he was going to sleep. Well, he only went to sleep after he had seen what my 'back door' was like.

I wonder why there are so many children in the world. It fucking hurts being the girl! Maybe it only hurts when a boy pretends to be a girl and lets a man put his worm inside his hole. His 'worm' isn't a worm though, it's a darn snake compared to mine!

My butt hole was competing with my buttocks of who was hurting the most. I couldn't decide on a winner, my whole rear end seemed to be one big aching area. Both on the inside and the outside. Sayid 'call me Ludvig' Peterson, had to force his worm, no, I'll call it what it is from now on, even if my mum doesn't like the word. I hope you won't slap me for using it too. I've been slapped enough as it is. Trust me! He had to force his massive cock inside my little butt hole. It took him ages, while I kept trying to tell him it wouldn't fit, to prove me wrong. It did fit inside, but not without hurting me.

The greasy stuff he kept putting on his cock and my butt hole made things slicker, but it didn't take away the pain of the very blunt end forcing my hole to a size I would've previously said would be impossible and go deeper than anything I had ever had going into my bum before.

And I thought Abiha had long fingers when she helped make the itch go away. That cock went so much further inside. It hurt as it went really deep. But he wouldn't stop. He told me it would fit, all I had to do was relax a little. Relax! That's not easy to do when you feel like a Ghrateion missile is trying to enter your butt!

If you're not interested in military hardware, you may not know what a Ghrateion missile is. It's a very big intercontinental missile, a whopping 8.5 metres [28 ft.] in diameter and with the booster engine fitted it is 76.45 metres [250 ft. 9 inches] long. My country's military used to have parades where they'd show off some of these giant things where they'd put them on a custom built trailer and have a powerful tractor pull them. I often wondered why they didn't just send a couple of those after the Liberal Army of Vengeance, it would put an end to the civil war right quick.

"Because if they did, it would kill all of us, you numbnuts."

That had been Bertram's response to my suggestion. My nuts as the teens called my little eggs were actually quite numb being squeezed to death by the chastity belt. Ludvig kept telling me to relax and I did my best even if it only made him able to shove even more of that cock of his inside of me. I tried to push it out with my butt, like when I do my business, but that only made Ludvig grunt and push even harder sending more of his fucking long cock into my butt.

When he finally could push no more into me, he pulled it back out. It gave me hope and a sense of accomplishment that he had finally proved his point of being able to fit his whole cock inside of me and now took it out. Hopefully to go to sleep and leave me alone until the next morning, or even better to leave me alone forever.

And just as it was about to pop out he just pushed it back in again! And again and again. Faster too. So fast at the end it made me moan out so loud. He thought I liked it! But he shook me so violently I thought I was going to die from it. I had to moan to try to ease the pain just a little. It did not feel good at all.

"You don't have to hide your true feelings from me, Amalie. You can tell all your little girl friends you didn't enjoy it, if that's what you want to. I'd rather you tell them how nice it actually was, as it'll make it easier for Ali to find me other girls when you get too old for me. Don't worry about that now, you won't get too old for me for years to come from the looks of your breasts. Your chest is as flat as any boy's. However, for now, get lost. I want to get some sleep and I don't sleep well if I share my bed with anyone. Not even a girl as nice as you."

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2o

I can't go outside! The bracelet would only fry my brains out and what good would that be? I told the fat guy I'd be a good girl, no the best girl for his associate. That's why he put those things on me. I can do it. I can totally be a girl.

"Here she is, Sayid [Master] Peterson. This little exquisite girl here is Amalie. Amalie, be a proper girl and greet Sayid Ludvig Peterson nicely."

Amalie? My name isn't fucking Amalie, that's a girl's name! I'm a boy and my name's Søren! But, I can't pretend to be a girl and not have a girl name.

I still wanted to glare at the fatso, I hadn't expected him to invent a girl name for me. Unfortunately, the other guy, Sayid Peterson, was looking directly at me. I hoped the blush I could feel warming my cheeks could be mistaken for one caused by shyness and not anger as I quickly looked at him and looked away again.

Damn that guy is big!

"Hello," I said. I didn't tweak my voice this time as the fat guy had told me not to bother. My high-pitched preteen boy voice wasn't much different from that of a girl my age. I didn't have to fake the bashfulness I felt towards the nordic looking guy. His very presence in the room felt intimidating.

It's strange but it's like when I met that general my father asked me to come and say hello to. He was exactly like this guy.

"You can surely do better than that girl," I heard the fat man say, "Go to him and kiss him. Show him you're happy to meet him."

I lost it for a second, I didn't want to kiss a guy I had only just met. I didn't even kiss my own father! It was only brief hugs we exchanged.

"It's okay, Ali. Maybe Amalie here hasn't kissed anyone before. Is that the case my dear child?"

I nodded. I had kissed my mum, but somehow I knew that wasn't what he meant. When I confirmed his suspicion he broke into a big smile. I didn't like it, it wasn't a happy smile, it was more like, I don't know… a hungry smile? If a smile can actually be that, that was what his was as he looked me up and down.

His eyes went back to meet mine and I could then see the real person hiding behind his kind words. This wasn't a kind man at all, this was a no-nonsense man, one used to getting whatever he wanted, one not afraid to bust a few skulls if that was what he needed to do. I had to gulp down a lump in my throat when I realized that this was one of the men my father looked up to like heroes.

This is no hero, that's for sure.

***

It got more obvious when Ali, the fat man who had purchased me from Baba, told Sayid Peterson I had been a bad girl.

"She put up a fuss when I helped her put on the makeup. I'm afraid I deemed it necessary to deny her any pleasure for as long as she stays here," he said in a toady tone of voice.

"You put this sweet girl in a chastity belt?" Sayid Peterson asked.

"Yes. Can you please make her a little more compliant?"

"I think I know exactly how I can do that. Come with me young Amalie, I'll show you what behaving like a little unpleasant child will do for you," his voice sounded icy cold now.

***

He didn't allow me to simply follow him, no he grabbed me by the neck and guided me like that back to the little room with the closet full of torture devices. Once there he told me to stand in the middle of the room.

"Now, bend over and hold onto the back of your knees. Stand still while I move your dress out of the way. That's more like it. You have a pretty behind, girl. Too bad you've forced me to hurt it like this."

I had to stand bent over, with my legs kept straight and my upper body almost parallel to the floor. I could see myself in the mirror, my bum was an easy target to hit when I stood like that. The nasty man rummaged through the contents of the closet before he reappeared with an evil looking thick leather paddle.

"Oh yes, this'll work splendidly. It shouldn't leave any nasty welts like a whip might do. For your misbehaving tonight I think ten whacks to your bottom will be sufficient. However, since you also denied me access to your vagina, I'm going to add another fifteen. Twenty-five whacks coming right up, miss. Now, don't move a muscle while I administer your punishment, Amalie. If you do, I just may have to start from scratch."

Having my bum beaten wasn't a new experience to me, but being beaten with a paddle designed solely for the purpose of being able to inflict as much pain as possible to the unfortunate one being punished without requiring much effort from the punisher, was new. And it was painful. The paddle connected to both of my buttocks with each whack where my mum and dad usually had slapped first one then the other. The difference was quite noticeable as my bum didn't really have time to absorb the pain from one whack before the next would land on it.

"AYieeee, Mister! Please, no more! Stop." I wailed after the twelfth whack on my bum.

"Be quiet, Amalie. We're not even halfway done yet," he said mercilessly to me and whacked me again.

I somehow managed to keep from moving throughout the ordeal, but it took all my willpower and strength to keep my hands firmly gripping the back of my knees. I wanted nothing more than to straighten my body and reach back to rub my buttocks and see if I could massage some of the pain away. He had reduced me to nothing but a softly crying little child by the time he announced he was done.

***

I didn't get much of a chance to reflect on the pain in my poor buttocks as he marched me to his assigned bedroom. He made me kneel on his bed, with my bum hanging out over the edge of it.

"Amalie, I was really in the mood for some nice gentle lovemaking with lots of tender kisses tonight, but you completely ruined it by forcing me to discipline you. I'm tired and my body is weary from the long travel but I'm also quite horny for your little arse. Keep your bottom well relaxed and it'll all be over in about ten minutes or so," he explained before he pushed up the dress I was wearing and slid the tights down to my knees.

I tried to do what he told me to, but the piercing pain I felt when he tried to stab his cock into my bum was something I simply couldn't ignore.

"Ow! No! I don't want it. Stop!" I screamed as I tore myself free from his grip around my hips.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight. One way or another my cock is going deep inside of your hot hole. Come back here and let's try it again!"

"NO!" I shouted.

Sayid Peterson sighed and said one word, "Shock!"

I didn't understand what he meant but before I had time to think it over the bracelet I was wearing shrieked shrilly then a pain, far greater than both the whacks from the paddle and his failed attempts of penetrating my bum, engulfed my entire body. It was so bad I must've feinted from it.

***

At first when I came back to, I thought I was in the middle of pooing. But something didn't feel quite right, usually my poos only exited my hole, they didn't go back into it again. I couldn't open my eyes nor could I make my mouth form the words I wanted it to.

I can't do anything! Other than think. I'm not pooing. It must be that creepy guy fucking me. He has put his enormous worm into my little hole and he's using me like a girl! It fucking hurts and the sounds are so nasty to listen to.

I didn't understand the slurping sounds I was hearing, nor why I was seemingly constantly farting around the large intruder in my back side. The worse was listening to his moaning and not being able to do anything to get away from the pain he was inflicting to my poor little boy hole. He had nearly finished hurting me when I regained control over my body. I was no match for his powerful hands however, he easily held me tight as he pressed on and increased his thrusting in and out of me.

***

His worm left behind a sticky fluid when he finally pulled it out of my hole and told me to get lost.

"You don't have to hide your true feelings from me, Amalie. You can tell all your little girl friends you didn't enjoy it, if that's what you want to. I'd rather you tell them how nice it actually was, as it'll make it easier for Ali to find me other girls when you get too old for me. Don't worry about that now, you won't get too old for me for years to come from the looks of your breasts. Your chest is as flat as any boy's. However, for now, get lost. I want to get some sleep and I don't sleep well if I share my bed with anyone. Not even a girl as nice as you."

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2p

Now knowing I had him interested I started dancing the best I could while having the heavy buckets of water hanging by my side. I must've looked awfully silly, now that I look back on the episode with older eyes, but then, as a young inexperienced boy I thought I was performing like an erotic dancer. All I know is that it did have an effect on the fat man.

"Damn boy, you're making me hot and troubled watching your cute little buns bouncing around like that. Get back to working before you spill all of the water, you useless idiotic boy!" I heard him say.

Fuck! I'm trying to act like a girl here and you're too blind to see it?

I went and watered the plants I could with the water from the two buckets. I had quickly learnt I had to alternate between the two buckets otherwise I couldn't keep them balancing on my shoulders. In the beginning I had walked to a plant, put the buckets on the ground, watered the plant, gingerly picked up the buckets and walked the 30 cm [1 ft.] to the next plant. To repeat it all over, though I'd dip the cup into the other bucket. Then shuffle to the next plant.

It had been way too slow and I had come up with a better idea of how to make it quicker. As soon as I had worked out how many plants I could water with the about 9.5 litres [~2½ gallon] I'd manage to carry to the field from the outside tap, I'd place one bucket at the first plant that was to be watered. Then I'd walk with the other bucket down the row while counting each plant I passed. One bucket of water was enough for about 30 plants and that's where I'd put down the second bucket. Then I'd double back and start watering plants from the first bucket, putting it down every meter or so.

When I found out the distance I had to walk with the second bucket it got even faster. One bucket was good for nine metres [30 ft.] and it was about 20 of my steps while carrying one bucket. So it wasn't long until I passed the fat man lounging in the shade, wearing his mirror-like sunglasses. I didn't dance this time, but I did my best to walk like a model on a catwalk.

***

My mum had taken us kids to these extremely boring fashion shows that both my mum and my little sister seemed to love. I couldn't see the point of having to sit quietly while one tall skinny woman after another would walk in a funny way only to stop and turn every five metres [15 ft.] or so. Then clap as she made it to the end before she'd walk back. I mean, if she had been jumping through like rings of fire or something that made it hard to reach the end it would've been worth watching. I would've clapped much more honestly at their performance then. Especially if they would've managed a real tricky course in those high heeled shoes they wore.

What's even stranger, my mum would've never fit into even one of those outfits. You'd have to stretch her like half a metre [20 inches] for her to be as tall as those women were. Maybe then, she too would be as skinny like them.

But, having been dragged along to one fashion show after another had taught me how women walked. And while it hadn't done anything for me, neither at the time I was at the shows nor when the teens told me how they envied me for having been at them, I knew it was considered sexy. At least that was what the teens had said.

***

With the buckets now empty, it wasn't too hard walking on tiptoes like I was wearing invisible high heels. It made my buttocks flex more too, than when I'd walk with the buckets full of water staggering under their weight.

"Stop prancing around like that. You're no girl and you'll never be one. You're only slowing yourself down. You still have four rows to go today. Maybe I should make it five or six? Would you like that, useless?"

Crestfallen I made my way to the tap and filled up the buckets. The slow running water gave me time to think.

Maybe I'm overdoing it. He looked at me when I didn't pretend to be a girl. He might be more interested in my bum if I'm just a naked boy that sort of looks like a girl from behind?

I had to try it and it worked. I could literally feel his eyes piercing holes in my buttocks as I walked past him the first time.

"Good, now you're back to working like you should've been all the time boy."

At least he upgraded me from being useless to a boy.

I watered the plants with the two buckets in record time, wished I had two cups so I could water two plants at a time and hurried back to where his sunbed was sitting. The sunbed was there, but the fat man wasn't.

What does a boy have to do for a man to see him like a girl around here? It isn't like I even want to be a girl! I'm a fucking boy! I do not want him to lust for me.

He had returned by the time I walked past the sunbed with the buckets full of water again. I had now pushed aside all thoughts of making him more interested in my body, I only wanted to finish watering the current row of plants so I could take a short break and drink some water myself. The water I was feeding the plants wasn't safe for drinking. And I'd only get a half litre bottle of water from the fat man per row I had finished watering.

Then I'd only have to do three more rows and I'd be able to eat and go to sleep. I already longed for laying on the uncomfortable couch being able to close my eyes and dream of happier times.

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I looked at the alley, but it seemed to just go on and on in a straight line and it would be far too easy for my handler to spot me if I ran that way.

No I'll just have to stick to the street, it turns right down there, it can't be more than 150m [500 ft] I have to run and I'll be hidden from view.

I set off as quickly as I could, it was weird and surprisingly fatiguing using my legs as a proper human being again. It took me some time to get my balance right and not weave from side to side as I ran. I made the turn, just barely, before I had to stop for a short breather.

Fuck, I'm so out of shape. I almost wish I could just go back to crawling. What the hell is that?

I had looked up to see what seemed like the entire population of the small town walking towards me. They were still quite far from me and didn't walk very quickly but they were getting closer to where I was. I don't know why all these people would be out walking together and why, of all places, they'd do it in the street I had selected as my escape route. While I was more than just a bit curious I didn't wait around long enough for them to get close enough to ask.

I'm naked! It can't be an everyday sight for someone here to see a small nine year-old boy wearing nothing but a dog's collar.

I had to get out of the way of the strange parade, however running back the same way was quite impossible.

The gate's open and the handler is right there! He's looking away from me now, but it'll probably only be a matter of seconds before he turns around and spots me if I go back.

I had to take my chances with the parade, there had to be a side street or a garden, somewhere I could hide as all the people walked by.

I can't stay here, that's for sure!

I started running towards the parade as quickly as I could. I dodged into the first opening I found. It turned out to be a driveway leading up to a couple of houses. The houses were of no interest to me, I wasn't exactly dressed to pay anyone a visit and I dared not ask anyone for help.

They'll only return me to the mad scientists and cash in a big reward for doing so!

What was more interesting was the low wall I could see, I could hide behind it as the hundreds of people in the street would walk by. I ducked in behind it, just as a young boy and girl came running into the driveway.

"I'm telling you, I saw someone run in here!" One of them said to the other. I couldn't hear if it was the boy or the girl.

"I don't see none."

"He was naked! And he did run in here."

"Naked? Why would anyone run around naked?"

"I don't know why. But he ran in here!"

"You're full of lies. I'll tell daddy you're lying to me again!" The girl said. Well, I think it was the girl, I didn't look out from behind the wall to check.

"I'm not lying! I saw him… Ah, forget it. Let's go back."

"I'm still telling daddy!"

"If you do I'll tell him you…"

I stayed put in my hiding place until a dog started barking right next to me. On further investigation it was behind a tall fence, but the dog didn't sound very happy about me being where I was. I waited for few more minutes while I tried to hush the dog to silence.

"Oh shut up!" I finally told it which didn't help at all. It growled and barked even louder and sterner at me and when it started jumping up against the fence I hightailed it out of there. Fortunately the large group of people had cleared the corner by then, leaving behind them an empty street.

Finally some good luck came my way. What on Earth kept you, oh great God of Fortune? Never mind, I'm just grateful you finally responded to my calling.

I cast one last look back at the angry dog, stuck my tongue out and blew a curt raspberry at it before I went on my way towards freedom.

***

The first step on that road was to get rid of my collar. Rather, the pink dog collar strapped around my neck. It hadn't been off since the day it was first put on me and though it was easy to take off, it left me feeling strange holding it in my hand.

I feel like I'm naked. Duh! of course I feel like I'm naked. I AM naked! But it's like I'm missing something now.

I wasn't about to put the collar back on even if I had gotten used to it sitting tightly around my neck. I had one look at the nameplate on it and saw the cursive letters forming the name I by then hated so much.

Nadia! Well, fuck you Nadia. I'm Søren now. I've always been Søren and always will be.

I threw the collar as far over the nearest wall I could and moved on. I didn't notice the collar I wore now, even if it was made from my own pale skin. The pinkish-white skin where the sun hadn't been able to reach due to the collar having blocked it. It was only later I was to be reminded of it.

I need to find something to wear. I can't trust the Gods to continue keeping people away from me. I'm sure it isn't normal for boys as old as me to run around naked around this place. It sure wasn't at the base, nor back home.

I wasn't troubled by walking/slowly jogging about fully naked, it had pretty much become second nature to me by then, only I didn't want to be seen doing it. While I walked briskly I kept looking out for people as well as any clotheslines I might find.

Aha!

I found a clothesline and it did have boy's clothing on it. Well, I guess it was for a boy, the white tunic could have been worn by a girl too without anyone batting their eyes at it. Only problem was it was much too small for me.

If only I was like five or six then maybe I could've fit into it.

The family who owned the clothesline had another kid in it. One that was more my size, unfortunately for me, this other kid was a girl. The faded pink dress wasn't anything a free spirited young boy my age would've put on.

Not unless someone dared him to. But it isn't like I have any choice. I can look for other clothes as I go there.

'There' were the mountains I could see in the distance. They looked to go straight up in the sky, but it was either them or going back into the desert.

I'm NEVER setting foot in a desert again for as long as I shall live!

Little did I know at the time. So precious little, I think I would've never left that dog pen if I knew exactly what faith had in store for me. Nevertheless, I went towards the mountains wearing that pink dress while I kept reminding myself that even though I was wearing a girl's dress, I was still very much a boy.

Show me a girl who can do this!

I hiked up the front of the dress and tinkled at a wall next to me. I stood, smiling to myself as the spray of my pee splashed against the limed mud-built wall. Then I set off towards for the mountains, starting the next chapter of my life.

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Going up the alley seemed to be the best option for me, at least at first. I thought it would lead to the outskirts of the town, but it seemed the further I ran the closer to the town centre I got. The alley was quite narrow to begin with, scarcely allowed for a decent sized car to enter, and it only got narrower the deeper into it I got. I didn't meet anyone while I ran my version of what felt likely to turn into a marathon as the alleyway just kept going on. The houses on either side of it had started out as one story villas with walls facing the alley, but soon the walls gave way to house fronts.

Where are all the people in this god forsaken place? I suppose it's only a good thing nobody sees me running around starkers and all, but it bloody well feels deserted.

I managed to run about 400 metres [¼ mile] before I stepped on a small stone. I had to slow down, it hurt far too much to keep running even if I knew I had to get further away before I could think of myself as having truly escaped the mad scientist's home. I had to stop even if only for a few seconds to catch my breath and to see if I could somehow massage the hurt from my foot away. It just so happened I had stopped right next to a window. I couldn't see past it into the room behind it but I could see my reflection in the window.

More specifically I could see the collar around my neck. The pink collar, which at some point probably had sat on a dog named Nadia. It was only a leather collar however and it was easy to remove as there wasn't a lock holding it in place. Just a quick tug on the short loose end and I could release it from my neck. I wanted to get rid of it, it reminded me far too much of what I had been subjected to in the past three months, but rather than just drop it there in the alley, I put it in a mailbox.

There, if they come looking for me and go through here, they won't be able to find the collar. Not until the owner of the mailbox checks if there's any mail for them. Maybe they'll think I went another way.

***

Having gotten rid of the collar meant I now had a band of untanned skin around my neck where it had sat. It looked weird having a strip of pink colour surrounded by the bronze-coloured all-over tan I was flashing to anyone who cared looking at me. Which was exactly none. I still hadn't met any people since I had bolted from my captivity.

They can't all be at work. Or trying to kill each other in the war. There ought to be women with small kids too young for school or really old people who have nothing to do but sit outside and talk all day long.

It was a mystery I just couldn't work out at the time. It's still a mystery to me today, but I suppose it only made it so much easier for me to escape. The alleyway got so narrow it would be hard for two men to walk side by side through it before it suddenly stopped. I didn't run head first into a wall I hadn't seen, no it ended up in a small town square. There was a fountain in the middle of it and not much else that caught my interest.

More importantly on the other side of it was a long street so straight I could see mountains in the distance. I went that way, still keeping an eye out for people who might want to hurt me. I walked more carefully now, my head constantly turning from one side to the other, searching. I nearly missed it and had actually taken another couple of steps before I doubled back to where I could see it again.

Bingo!

It was a clothesline, with clothes on it. I didn't feel too good about myself pinching someone else's clothes, but I knew I couldn't keep waltzing around completely naked without someone at some point noticing it. The clothes I found to fit me somewhat nicely wasn't exactly what I would've begged my mum for in a store. But I wasn't in a store and had I been, I would've had no money to pay for clothing of my choosing. I had to make do with what I had found.

I'm still a boy! Even though I'm wearing a pink dress, I'm still a boy! My name is still very much Søren and I'm a boy. A boy wearing a pink dress, but still a boy. It's only until I find some boy's clothes. Once I do that, this dress is gone!

I had to keep reminding myself of my status. After three months of being told I was a girl, well a bitch, a female dog, I had to get used to the idea of once again being a boy. A male human being. A young one perhaps, but still a human being. I could stand up and tinkle, something I proved to myself not long after stealing my new clothes, though I had to hike up the dress to be able to do so.

The mountains in the distance seemed to be calling out my name. I didn't know what would happen to me up there, but it scarcely mattered. It couldn't possibly be any worse than what I had already experienced.

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"Not even a girl as nice as you."

I kept hearing those words over and over again as I tried to fall asleep. Ali hadn't thrown me into his basement, in fact I hadn't even seen it. He had just told me to sleep in the small room where the closet with the girl things was. The closet had been locked as had the only door to the room. I had laid there on the uncomfortable couch facing the backrest. Ali had undone the belt of torture but he had left the bracelet on my wrist.

"It works much better than any chain would. It'll be more comfortable for you as well. Get some sleep, Princess Amalie. Tomorrow is another day," Ali had said just before he locked me inside the room.

The locked door was both to keep me in the room but also to keep Sayid Peterson from seeing me without wearing that horrid belt. I think it was mostly due to knowing I'd be wearing it again the next day I had trouble going to sleep. My buttocks hurt, but in all honesty they weren't any worse than that time when Hameed had really slapped the piss out of me. My bum hole ached, but like my buttocks it wasn't really bad as long as I didn't shift around too much on the sofa.

"Not even a girl as nice as me." A girl. He really thinks I'm a girl!

That was what my thoughts kept returning to. I'm not sure if I would've been so bothered about being used like a girl as long as the Sayid at least would've acknowledged the fact that I truly was a boy.

He thinks I'm a girl! How degrading is that to a boy?

I shifted a bit on the sofa and my bum hole immediately objected to it.

Tomorrow I'm going to tell him I'm a boy, no matter what he'll do to me. He can whip me if he wants. As long as he knows he's whipping a boy, not a girl. Ali can even send me to the basement and starve me to death. I'd rather die like a boy instead of living as a girl.

***

Ali brought me breakfast early the next morning, then took me to the bathroom where I was told to tinkle and then he filled my bum with water twice before locking me back inside the small room.

"There's water in the jug. If you have to piss, use the bucket there. Sayid Peterson will be much too busy for most of the day to spend time with you. He'll expect you to join him for dinner and for the rest of the evening. Amalie, please do try to remember the bracelet is still active. The battery in it is quite small, but it has more than enough power to last for a month without needing to be recharged. It's able to shock you about eleven or twelve more times, each time just as bad as last night. Don't try to move it, in fact it would probably be best if you don't touch it at all," he told me before leaving me alone.

Even if I could somehow get it off, there's no way I'll be able to get out that door. It looks like it's more suited for being used in a prison.

I spent the day bored to tears, wishing I was back with my family and if that wasn't an option then back with the Bedouins. My days there had been tough but never boring. It gave me time to think, to plot exactly how I was going to tell Sayid Peterson what my real gender was, how he'd realize his mistake and how he'd free me from Ali.

Of course, he'll likely kill Ali first, but then he'll drive me to the nearest airport so I can go to my aunt and uncle. I'm not sure if I want Ali dead, though I don't really care as long as I'll be free. I'll tell him…

***

I had more than ample time to rethink my plan and imagine every possible outcome from my revelation of my gender to Sayid Peterson. I hadn't yet decided which way would be the best when I heard the men returning to the house and Ali a few minutes later unlocked the heavy door to my little prison cell.

"Sayid Peterson is getting freshened up after a most successful tour of my fields. He seemed delighted about the progress I've been making. Don't spoil his mood tonight," he told me as he prepped me.

I didn't want to wear the belt that had crushed my boy bits the night before, but Ali insisted.

"If I have to, I'll set off the bracelet. With your body stunned, it'll be much harder for me to get you ready, I might accidently make the chastity belt sit even tighter than absolutely necessary. I won't hesitate to stun you, all it takes is one word. You'll find out what it is, if you're not standing with your legs spread and hands on top of your head within five seconds."

"Mister, please…"

"Three seconds. Two…"

"Okay! Fine. Wait, stop counting, I'm doing it. See?"

Ali expertly got me locked into the chastity belt, really the belt of torture or the belt of pure agony. Knowing what it would do to my small eggs didn't help me in the least.

"Ow! You've pulled the straps tighter than last night!"

"Just a couple of millimetres. Maybe that'll teach you a lesson. If you defy me again tomorrow, it'll go on even tighter. After I've shocked you. You won't be given a five second warning then!"

***

Sitting at the dinner table and being hand fed by Sayid Peterson was anything but a nice experience. The food was really nice and so was the wine that sparkled like it was a clear version of Coke. However, sitting on the lavish chair made the belt of pure agony live up to the name I had given it. To the fullest, I might add. I was berated by the Sayid more than once for not being able to sit perfectly still as he forced me to eat from his hand and drink from the tall glass he lifted to my mouth. A waiter, maybe his chauffeur, kept topping up the glass, so I've no idea of how much of the sparkling wine I had.

For no reason at all, I spontaneously giggled quite loudly. And though I tried to stop myself, I couldn't.

"Oops, I think Miss Amalie has gotten a bit too much of the champagne," Sayid Peterson said.

"Is that what it is?" I blurted out and giggled at the way my words sounded. I had sounded so shocked and upset at the same time.

Champagne is alcohol and I've probably had more than half a bottle of it in about 30 minutes!

Somehow that seemed funny to me as well and I chortled from laughter. I had even managed to completely forget everything about the egg crushing steel compressing all I had between my legs. Not that I had all that much down there at the age of nine.

"Why, I think the young lady is more than just a bit tipsy," Sayid Peterson said.

"She's drunk!" Ali said outraged.

"I'm not!" I laughed.

I was however feeling weird, but didn't think of myself being anything like the drunkards in the street my mum had told me to stay well clear of when we had been out shopping one day. They had sat on a bench, yelling at each other even if they were right next to each other. To my young inexperienced mind they had seemed extremely angry and quite dangerous, though mum had told me not to worry about them as long as I kept my distance.

"Good. Then we can continue eating. You're not getting ill are you, my sweet darling girl?"

"No."

I didn't feel like throwing up or anything. Only wanted more of the champagne that made my tongue tickle so much when it entered my mouth. It tasted nice too!

***

I couldn't walk straight after dinner, heck, I couldn't even stand up from the chair on my own. Sayid Peterson had to carry me from the dining room to his room where he plonked me on top of his bed. I giggled as the spring mattress made me bounce up and down and couldn't do much over than lay there and observe as the man undressed himself.

"I want to look like you when I grow up, Ludvig," I stated most truthfully. The Sayid had a quite toned body, extremely hairy, his man spear jutted out from a generous bush of curly brown pubic hair. He was the personification of pure man!

"Don't be silly, girl. You can't grow into being a man. You'll probably end up with a big pair of breasts, wide hips and a big floppy arse. Likely you'll have a dozen kids with different fathers."

"No I won't. I'm not a girl, you see? I'm actually a boy. My name isn't Amalie, it's Søren. For real. Even if you use me like a girl, I'm still a boy and I want my body to look exactly like yours when I grow up."

This is not the way I had planned to say it!

I was suddenly able to think coherently again.

"Girl or boy, it doesn't matter to me right now. You look like a girl, you sound like a girl and you'll suck my cock like a girl. Then I'll fuck you like a girl. End of story. I'm drunk and you're drunk. Let's forget everything for the moment and have some fun."

"But Mr. Ludvig, didn't you hear what I said? I'm a boy! You can't use me like a girl any longer."

"Well, if you are a boy now, you were a boy last night too. I didn't notice any differences from the girls I usually have fun with and I doubt I will tonight. Stop talking and start sucking. I want to see if a boy does it better than a girl. Open wide, it won't bite you. If you bite me, I'll cut off your cock and balls, then you'll truly be the girl you so clearly wish to be."

I never wished to be a girl!

I had to only say that to myself. The Sayid had already grabbed me by the ears and his cock was well inside my mouth at the time. It didn't taste as well as the champagne had, but I scarcely had time to realize that before I had to fight keeping both champagne and the tasty food in my stomach.

If he keeps trying to force all of his cock into my throat, both food and champagne will soon come back out.

"Relax your throat. Swallow like you're drinking water and it'll go right in."

He never let go of my ears but at least he had enough sense to allow me time to learn how to suppress my gag reflex, at least somewhat. It was still quite awful sitting on the bed and have my ears held tight as he moved his cock in and out of my mouth and eventually partway into my throat.

"Well, in time you might be able to give a good blowjob. You need lots more practise, something I'll be happy to help you get. Every morning from now on, you'll come in here and wake me by sucking on my cock. If you do a satisfying job I won't interfere with what you're doing. If you don't, I'll have to motivate you to do better. Now, give me a few minutes and I'll fuck your arse. I bet that's what you want most of all. A pretty little boy-girl like you. A boy transvestite. I'll make you…"

"Make me wha…" I started asking and was interrupted by a loud snore from the drunken Sayid.

He's sleeping! I need to go find Ali so he can let me out of the belt. Ludvig can't fuck me in his sleep.

***

Ali hadn't been notified of my new morning task, though I must admit I didn't tell him about it either. He was in a sour mood when he let me out of the cell the next morning.

"Quickly now, get in the tub. Sayid Peterson is most angry at us. Did you use the bucket during the night? No? Good… At least that's one thing less to worry about. Did you really tell him that you're a boy last night? Well, he told me not to put the chastity belt on you from now on. Though he still wants me to put makeup on your face. I've no idea what he wants to do to you, but he wants you to be ready in your room in ten minutes," Ali frantically explained.

He flushed my bum out after my bath, which could only mean one thing.

He wants to use me like a girl again. Even if he knows I'm a boy, he'll still put his cock in my bum! That means he's a… But no, he can't be. Nikolay said it was only the lowliest of men who'd do that. Though Bertram then told Nikolay that had to be why he always wanted me to walk around with my shorts down. So he could look at my bum and dream of doing that to it. Darn, Nikolay really beat up Bertram then.

"Wait here, Sayid Peterson will be here shortly," Ali told me and shut the prison-like door to my room with no windows.

The cold water was still dripping off my body as I waited. I had to wait standing up as I didn't want to make the couch wet from sitting on it. I didn't have to wait long until the door was unlocked and Sayid Peterson entered my room. The small room suddenly felt so much smaller with the tall man in it. He shut the door behind him then turned to face me.

"Aha, the boy who wants to be a girl in all of his glory. Yes, I can see you're a boy now. Not much of a boy, but clearly a boy nonetheless. Are you happy not to be forced to hide your small boy parts from view?"

I shrugged pitifully. It scarcely mattered if my bits were on display or not if he was going to keep using me like a girl anyway. I have to admit it was nice not to have my eggs crushed under the inflexible steel.

"Well, you had me fooled. As did Ali. I can't really hurt Ali as he is vital to our army. You on the other hand, you're not important. It won't matter if I hurt you and that is exactly what we'll spend this morning doing. Me inflicting pain on you. When this morning is over, you'll wish you had never been a boy wanting to be a girl. Since your boy parts are no longer hidden safely away, they will be the main attraction of your punishment."

He told me all of that while rummaging through the contents of the closet he had unlocked.

"Before we get started on that, I need to make sure you won't be able to defend yourself. It would be completely futile regardless, but I prefer when I don't have to hold my little toys down while I set them straight. Put these cuffs on, the smallest go on your wrists and the larger ones on your ankles."

I looked at the leather cuffs he had tossed to me. They were wide and thick and the stiff leather was hard to get to flex enough for me to put it around my ankle.

"Go on, you can work it into the next hole. I want them to sit tight on you. Really snug."

I managed to get my ankles cuffed to his satisfaction but couldn't get the cuffs on my wrists to sit as snuggly as he wanted them. Especially the one on my left wrist was tricky as I'm a lefty. The bracelet sitting there already wasn't making things any easier either.

"Stop fiddling about. Lay on the floor, face up!"

He put his hand back into the closet and suddenly I heard the whine from electric motors followed by the rattle of link chains. It was like the sound came from all around me and a quick look around confirmed what my ears had told me. From each corner in the small room the end of a chain appeared and quite slowly they made their way to the floor. I hadn't noticed them before, the ceiling was quite dark and the suspended light fixture made it impossible to see what was beyond it.

Sayid Peterson told me to keep quiet as he fitted the ends of the chains to the ankle cuffs. He adjusted the cuff sitting on my right wrist, pulled it much tighter than I had been to and fitted the chain from the nearest corner to it.

"We won't be needing this for a few hours, I think. Might as well recharge it as we play. Disengage!"

The bracelet popped open and dropped from my wrist. He took it before I had a chance to study it any closer. I could however see where it had sat on my wrist. The skin was indented and right in the middle of where the about 2.5cm [1 inch] thick box like faceplate had sat, I could see two specks of dried up blood. The leather cuff hid them from view however and it was pulled just as tight as the bracelet had been. The last chain was fitted to it and I could only watch as Sayid Peterson walked back to the closet.

The motors whirred back into action, this time pulling the chains back up against the ceiling! My limbs were already stretched out and it wasn't long until only my bum was touching the floor.

"Stop your whining. I'm not going to suspend you from only your arms and legs. Though I probably should. No, I only want you spread out nicely. This should help make you feel a little more comfortable."

He brought out a square piece of black leather. There was a fastener in each of the corners, though I couldn't possibly see why that would better my situation any. My joints ached even if most of my weight was still supported by my bum. More chains started rattling their way down the walls and he fitted these to the corners of the rather large leather piece.

"This is a little tricky. I suppose I should upgrade the controls to the winches, but it's quite fun to try to keep the load steady, don't you think?"

I would've been much more prepared to agree if I hadn't been the load he was trying to balance by operating eight individual winches. The piece of leather worked as a form of seat now, taking most of the weight as I was lifted upwards from the floor.

It's like I'm a car being lifted up for an inspection in a garage!

The winches stopped when I was hanging in mid-air about a metre [3 ft.] off the floor. I dangled from side to side, the movements only slowing little by little after the winches had stopped.

I gasped in horror as Sayid Peterson opened the door and left me to hang.

***

"There's no reason for you being the only one being comfortable while we do this," he told me when he returned with a chair in hand. He placed it between my legs and sat on it.

"Now, let me make sure you're really a boy like you claim to be. For all I know, these appendages here might have been glued on or something."

"Ludvig! They're very much real!"

"Don't call me Ludvig when I punish you, girly boy!"

"Sorry, Mr. Peterson. I mean, Sayid. Whatever you want me to call you, my worm and eggs are real!"

"That's what I'm going to verify. It'll be so interesting to see what kind of response I'll get to the different things I'll do to them. A fair bit of warning however, don't struggle too much or you might mess up the alignment of the various chains. If you make yourself slip off the seat, I won't help you back up on it. Now, what to do first. Do I want mashed potatoes or perhaps a toasted wiener for breakfast?"

***

I never slid off the seat, even if it at times felt like I would have. Sayid Peterson made me wish I had never been born a boy when he had finally finished his verification of my boy parts being real. My worm had been twisted and tugged at, had clamps on the hood, though the thing that hurt absolutely the most was when he had taken a soldering iron and touched the tip at various places on it. The blisters from the heat were microscopic but they still hurt hours after he had stopped tormenting me.

My eggs hadn't been neglected by the sadistic Sayid Peterson either. Everything from him trying to push them back into my body, which he had managed only to push them back out, to squeezing them tight and slapping them with a small leather paddle had made me moan and cry out from pain. I was sweating all over as he finally lowered me back down to the floor and undid the chains. After he put the bracelet back around my wrist he told me to do the task I had failed to do earlier that morning.

As he sat on the chair, he'd use a long whip to lash at my buttocks when he thought I needed motivation to suck harder or use my tongue more or take his cock further into my throat. If he didn't get my attention by hurting my bum cheeks, he'd crack the whip at my boy parts. I was only too happy to drink every bit of the salty explosion that filled my mouth as he moaned loudly. At least that was the signal of my tormenting being over for a time.

My presence wasn't required until dinner that evening and had it not been for fear of the Sayid hurting me even worse, I wouldn't have joined him and Ali at the table. My makeup had been reapplied by Ali, the tears I had shed throughout the morning and most of the afternoon had made it necessary.

"There's my little lamb. She does look so sweet in her dress and white tights. And she walks almost perfectly in her high heels. If I hadn't seen the dangling little piece of flesh in front of her, I'd never thought her to be a boy. Well, it's hardly long enough to dangle, but you know what I mean, Ali."

"I do Sayid. She had me fooled at first too. I hope she's doing everything to your satisfaction?"

"She's starting to. I must say I've seen more fighting spirit in real girls than this little boy-girl. She's a pleaser, not a fighter. More feminine than masculine that's for sure. I'd bet that even if she had gotten the chance, she'd never sleep with a girl. No, this little one clearly needs a man to make her happy. She'd never be able to be a man for another girl."

"Would you want to take her with you when you leave? I mean, it would be a terrible loss for me, but I could part with her, provided I was reimbursed for my great loss, of course."

"Even as pleasing as she is to my eyes and certain other parts of my body, I'm afraid it'll be quite impossible. Where I live most people do not share our points of view on children, not even someone as beautiful as this little boy-girl. That's why I have to spend a few weeks every year visiting you to satisfy my needs. If I could, I'd take her in a heartbeat and have her travel with me. Oh, I'm sure she'd love every second of it, but the risk is far too great for me. I could lose my business and quite possibly end up in prison.

"However, do not for even a second think you can use this information to extort me. I mean, who would trust the words of a slime ball like you? A weed grower? Hah! I'm one of the top leaders in the world industry. Never mind that now. We're just two friends scratching each other's backs, right? I buy your produce and sell it to the people who're interested and you keep a fresh supply of girls ready for whenever I need one."

I kept my ears wide open and made mental notes of whatever Sayid Peterson said. I wanted to complain about him calling me a girl, especially after he had spent the entire morning torturing my boy parts.

He called me a boy-girl. A transvet or something. But why do they keep saying 'she' when they refer to me? I know I'm sitting in a dress and all, but that doesn't make me a girl. I was dressed up like a sheep once, but that didn't turn me into a sheep. It was only a costume I could take off. Like this is.

I turned my attention back to the apparently very wealthy man sitting next to me as he had started talking again.

"…boys, especially if they are as feminine like this little bugger is. It was strangely rewarding for me to play with his small genitals."

"Well, Sayid Peterson. If it was just any boy you'd want, I could easily find one for you. But local boys that can be mistaken for a girl are hard to find. They are brought up to be extremely masculine from birth and even in a dress and makeup you'd still be able to tell it's a boy. Their knees are chaffed, their hands dirty and don't get me started on their fingernails. No, I've never seen a boy quite like this one sitting here. His hair is just so delicate, I think that's what tricked me in the first place."

"Pity. I don't mind playing with brown skinned girls, but it would probably be different if it was a brown skinned boy who'd behave like he was a little king. As most boys I've seen in this part of the world do. It doesn't matter, I have Amalie here to keep me company for now. She still has things to learn about being a good little girl, but it shouldn't take me too long to beat the boy she used to be right out of her system."

"If you were to give me as little as 1000 dollars in gold, you can do whatever you wish to her. I'll even safely discard whatever remains after you've finished with her, if that's what it ends up with."

A 1000 dollars? You cried for having to pay 20 dollars for me! Now, I'm all of a sudden 50 times more worth to you?

"Mere pocket change. Yes, 1000 dollars is fine. Even if it is far more than I usually pay for a girl you bring me."

"As you said, this is a special girl, err, boy. He's from your part of the world, a rarity you'd be hard pressed to find anywhere else. Well, at least one you can use for whatever your heart desires."

"I'll try to arrange so I can spend another seven days here. I have so many things to teach little Amalie here and it would be such a shame if she didn't have enough time to learn them properly. How's that sweetie? You do want to learn how to be a perfect girl, right?"

"She does. She told me that she wanted to be better at being a girl than any real girl is," Ali said before I had a chance to say anything.

"That was not…" I started to object. However Sayid Peterson interrupted me like I hadn't been talking at all.

"Well, that's settled then. Amalie, I've been around a fair bit of girls as Ali will attest to I think."

Ali nodded eagerly.

"I'll spend the next fortnight teaching you skills, you never even knew you'd be able to learn. And you'll be a good little girl and try to really learn each and every one of them extremely well. Because, if you don't, this morning's experience will seem trivial compared to what I'll do to you."

I gasped. Nothing short of killing me would make me think of having that soldering iron touch my worm's head just under the pee hole seem trivial.

It still hurts when I pee!

I wasn't in a position to say no however. These two grown men could easily overpower me and do whatever they wanted with me. I cursed myself again for ever having thought pretending to be a girl would be a way out of this hellhole on Earth. I just hadn't thought it through. Even with all my careful planning, it seemed to me like I'd never walk out of there, not as a boy anyway.

***

I've lost count of the number of times Sayid Peterson put his cock into my body in either opening during his stay. He spent every single one of the fourteen days he was at Ali's farm house with me close by. We would be in his bedroom mostly, though we did spend an awful lot of time in the torture chamber too.

"I'm going to have to start wearing ear plugs if you insist on screaming your little lungs out every time I correct your manners, Amalie. Crying and pleading will not make me stop. It's only you who can put a stop to it. It's quite simple really, just do your very best at anything I tell you to do and keep doing it until I tell you to quit."

"But it hurts!" I wailed.

"Yes, I can imagine being paddled hard on the soles of your feet would be quite painful. That's exactly why I do it. Remember the pain you feel now and compare it to the slight discomfort of riding my cock hard. Next time, I'm certain you won't be begging me to let you stop."

He was right, I soon learned to deal with the pain I felt when he'd mercilessly fuck my bum. Or when he told me to push my nose into his pubic hair while having his cock in my mouth. That was really the worst thing I had to learn of them all. Allowing his cock to go deep into my throat. Since I sucked at it so badly, no pun intended, it was what he made me do most of the time. If only his cock had been a little smaller, it would've been quite a lot easier.

And if my aunt had a cock, I'd have two uncles. I have to practise more, I hardly ever gag when I put my fingers at the back of my tongue now. It has got to be possible to do the same with his cock. I'll practise more with the fake cock like he told me to. Though it does taste exactly like licking a car tyre.

Don't ask me how I know what a car tyre taste like. Okay, Mikkel made me do it once. Lick at a tyre I mean. The stuff the three teens made me do was something I'd happily do every day for the rest of my life if only I could find a way to not only leave Ali's farm house but to do so after I had killed everyone in it and set the place on fire. But it was impossible, I tried repeatedly to get the bracelet to unclasp my wrist by telling it to disengage. No matter how I said it, I just wasn't able to match Sayid Peterson's voice print.

I tried to forcibly remove it and got shocked three times over a period of maybe 90 minutes. The last time it shocked the shit out of me, quite literally. That's when I decided to leave it be.

That was another great plan of mine that went like crap. Just let it shock me until it ran out of power. Yeah right! Someone forgot to tell me it would shock me increasingly worse the more times I'd make it go off.

***

It wasn't until Sayid Peterson finally left after a long night in his bed where I really treated him like a whore would have done. I kissed him with tongue and all while desperately trying to ignore the taste of stale cigars on his breath. I spent ages licking his hairy and nasty bum hole, before I deep-throated every last bit of his long and fat cock, edging him for more than an hour before finally letting him cum. I had let him see his salty and disgustingly slimy cum inside my mouth before I swallowed it all down with a look on my face as if it had been the tastiest Champagne.

I never allowed him any rest, kept his cock hard enough to climb on top of him and speared myself on his cock all the time cooing and moaning as if I knew nothing better than the feeling of his cock trying to rearrange all the organs in my body. Fortunately he soon took over and rolled us over to pound himself into me. Fortunately, as I didn't have to coordinate seemingly all of my muscles while remembering to relax and firm up my bum hole around his cock as I went up and down. I only had to make my moans sound like moans of pure bliss and not gasp from pain as he went to town.

Going to town was what he did the next day. Supposedly anyway as I never saw or heard him leave. I was too busy sleeping to notice it. It wasn't until late afternoon I woke to find myself laying alone in his bed. The bracelet had been removed from my wrist, but it wasn't actually until I found the note laying under the thin sheet next to me that I realized it.

Dear Amalie.

You've proven yourself to be a girl any man like me would kill to have the pleasure of calling his girlfriend. I've removed the bracelet for you. If you wish to stay with Ali then tear this letter to tiny pieces and eat all of them. Put the bracelet back on your wrist, make sure the side with the two holes end up facing your wrist or it won't lock on to you. After you've done that go to Ali and tell him I had gone when you woke up. I don't know what he'll want to do with you now, maybe he'll take you to be his girlfriend or perhaps he'll try to sell you off to someone else.

I hope you'll use this opportunity to get as far away from him as you can. Find yourself another man, one who will treat you nicely, as you deserve that so much more than a small time criminal like Ali. I would've enjoyed taking you with me, but like I explained to Ali, it would simply be too risky. I'm a very public person, everybody knows I don't have any children of my own or relatives with girls as pretty as you are.

I'm writing this letter as I'm watching you sleep so peacefully. If I had the time, I would've woken you for one last session of love, alas I can only steal one gentle kiss from your soft lips. Well, it turned out to be two as you licked your lips right after the first kiss. The second one was much better, your moist lips allowed me to slip my tongue in to properly say goodbye to yours.

Farewell my Amalie,
Ludvig

I spat at the letter as I read the part about him violating my mouth with his tongue.

You couldn't just stick to abusing me while I was awake? You had to do it while I was asleep too? The only time I thought I was safe from you!

I quickly tore up his sick letter and ate every bit of it, though that was the last thing I'd ever do for him again in my life. It was mostly for my own safety I did it. However, the sick nasty man had given me an option. One I had never expected him of all people to give me.

I have to choose wisely now. But I have to do it soon. If I sneak out of here I'll have to leave behind my beloved wristwatch. The one my uncle and aunt gave me for my sixth birthday. It's the only thing I have left I can really call my own. If I stay, maybe I can get a chance to get it back and then leave. Either choice is quite possibly full of dangers. Should I stay or should I go?

Go! You've had nothing good happen to you here!

2t

I'm a boy and boys don't do those things with men. Certainly not a fatty like him. No, I'll work as hard as he wants me to, but I'll never be his girl.

I had stopped my pathetic attempts of pretending to be a tall skinny girl and shuffled on as quickly as I could under the weight of the two buckets filled with water.

"Wait up, beautiful!" I heard the man say behind me. Close behind me.

Aw, crap! I just had to push my luck didn't I? He thinks I'm somehow interested in him now. I'm not! I only want to get to the next plant waiting for a cup of water. Please, God of Mercy, make him lose his interest in me. Make him go back inside his house and forget he ever saw my rear end flex. You can punish me for being so blatant, I'll accept any punishment if only you make him forget I ever did something like that.

I could feel his hand touch my bum. He didn't just hold it, no he stroked it almost tenderly. I tried twisting and turning my body away from his hand but the weight of the water slowed me down and the fear of spilling too much water didn't improve on my agility. I tried to walk faster but he had no problems keeping up with me, all the time touching my bum and talking dirty to me.

Filthy is the word my mum would use if she could hear him right now.

"Ooh baby, you have such a fine arse. It's so firm and the way you made it jiggle just now tells me you want a man to notice it. Oh, you're playing hard to get, or maybe you're suddenly feeling all bashful now that you've gotten my attention? I'll show you how a real man treats his girl!"

"I'm a b-boy!" I told him trying to keep my voice from trembling.

"Maybe you are, but from behind you look every bit like a girl. A mighty pretty one too with a firm and narrow arse. Put the buckets down and let's go inside. I'll make you my girl. Hell, when I've finished with you, you'll wish you had been born a girl. I'll bathe you and give you a nice deep tissue massage so you're all relaxed for a long lovely evening in my bed. What do you think of that, my gorgeous girl?"

"I'm a boy! Not your girl. Stop touching my bum like that!" I shouted and let the buckets fall to the ground. Without the heavy weight of the water I was able to outrun the man.

"Fine! Have it your way then," I heard him say behind me. He sounded sad, but then I heard him bark out one single word: "SHOCK!"

The bracelet from hell responded almost instantaneously and squealed from where it sat on my wrist. With a short-lived shriek of my own I swear I could feel something like a needle pierce into my skin under the bracelet before I blacked out from the electricity running through my body.

***

When I woke up again my body felt like it had been run over by a freight train. Well, I think that's what it would feel like as I haven't actually been run over by one, not yet. And I don't intend to try just to be able to confirm my statement. Every muscle felt like I had kept it tensed up for hours. Only thing worse than that was I couldn't do anything to work out the kinks I felt.

From what I could work out I was laying on my back in his bathroom. What had sounded like a waterfall to me, turned out to be the bathtub slowly being filled with water from the faucet.

"Ah, good. You've rejoined the world of the living. You were out for a good 15 minutes, I thought maybe the bracelet had killed you this time. I know you can't do anything for a while, other than listen of course, but not to worry, I'll take good care of you, Amalie. Yes, yes, I know that's not your real name, but it's your name when you're my girl. The longer you keep me happy like a real girl would, the less you'll have to water my plants."

I blinked at his words. I couldn't do anything but that, couldn't even force my eyes shut.

I need to get that bracelet off at the first chance I get, otherwise I'll never be able to get away from this creep.

I had no choice but to let him pick me up and place me in the bathtub. The water was warm and my completely relaxed body floated just below the surface.

I had so many problems trying to float in the swimming pool. And here I'm floating without even trying to!

"Oh, my sweet little princess, your true beauty is hiding underneath layer upon layer of dirt. It will be a while before I'll be done washing you, but I'm sure we'll both enjoy it. The milky whiteness of your inner thighs is simply stunning and the stiffness jutting up from your midsection does tell me you're a boy, but it isn't really big enough to completely ruin the picture of you being a girl. Damn, but it's really stiff too." His words sounded strange with my ears under water, but I could pick up most of what he said.

I don't know if the electricity had caused my worm to go all stiff, but it did feel like it was going to burst any second. I wanted to slap his hands off of it, he was washing it even more intensely than Abiha ever had. I had to lay there in the tub, steaming from rage and humility, unable to move as he fondled and stroked it with one of his hands. The feelings from his manipulation felt awful, yet bizarrely nice too. My young boy mind was seriously conflicted over the whole experience.

I don't want him touching me there but it feels… nice. I'm going to pee soon if he doesn't stop. No, keep going, don't stop! You can't stop, not now!

The nice feelings quickly left my body as he stopped touching my worm and started washing the rest of my body. It left me feeling ashamed of myself. I had practically begged for the man to keep doing what he had done to my worm even if I didn't want him touching me. If he had died right then, I wouldn't have felt sorry for him, not in the least. I certainly would rather have him die than experiencing him washing my hole. It didn't feel nice at all though I can't say it really hurt me as he worked a finger into my bum.

"Even fully relaxed your hole is nice and tight. It'll be pure delight deflowering your tight hole for the first time. It will be the first time for you right? The first time to be claimed by a man?"

"Y-yes?" I stuttered in a weak voice.

Finally!

"Oh the joy of virgins! I haven't had many as Sayid Peterson prefers to deflower them. And just between you and me, there's no real joy in fucking a girl after he has finished with her. It seems like part of them dies when he claims them. Never mind that. I'll show you what love is all about. You won't die from being claimed by me. On the contrary, you'll experience what life is supposed to be."

"What are you going to do to me?" I had to ask even if I wasn't sure I really wanted to know for sure.

"Well, like any real gentleman should do, first I'll cook a nice dinner for the both of us, I'll even open a bottle of Sayid Peterson's fine wine for us to share. Then we'll bathe and when we're both nice and clean, we'll retreat to my bedroom. In my bed, I'll teach you what being a girl means. It'll be an eye opener… well, your eyes surely won't be the only parts of your body that'll open wide. Not to worry, I'll be every bit as careful as I can so it won't hurt too much."

I don't want it to hurt at all! Dinner does sound nice. But wine? I've only ever had a tiny sip of my father's glass a couple of times and it didn't taste nice at all. Like vinegar or something.

I slowly regained control of my body and the first thing I did was firmly clench my bum hole up around the finger still moving in and out of it. I didn't like the way that made me feel at all.

"My cock will be happy if you do that once he's deep inside of your hole, my princess," he said as he slowly removed his finger and used the very tip of it to tickle the edges of my bum hole.

"Your cock? In my bum? deep inside?"

"Yes. Why, I thought you knew what is expected from a girl?"

I did, sort of. Okay, I had at least heard what the teens had said back at the base. They had laughed at my ignorance when I had tried to join in the conversation. I didn't want to be laughed at again so I gently shook my head hoping for a better explanation.

"Not to worry, you'll get a first-hand experience of it later. For now, let's get you out of the tub before your skin starts wrinkling and peeling from the water."

I only wanted an explanation, not a show and tell demonstration!

I sighed inaudibly as I looked at the bracelet. I couldn't do anything as long as it sat there reminding me of who was in charge. I allowed him to dry my hair while I used another towel to wipe down my legs and thighs. Still naked, I helped him make dinner, which reminded me of when I had helped my mum by peeling potatoes or cutting up lettuce.

***

If helping the fat man prepare dinner reminded me of much happier times, dinner was an experience I'd never had before. Sure, I had eaten beef before, even had a vague remembrance of being spoon-fed by my mum, but being fed by a fat man while I was naked wasn't something I had done before.

Father always told me to go put on some clothes if I tried to sit naked at the table.

The wine wasn't at all like the red sour stuff my father drank either. It was sparkling, full of bubbles that tickled my tongue as they burst in tiny explosions on it. It tasted sweet, almost like lemonade and I think I had more than half of the bottle Ali had opened. The more I had of it, the more relaxed and quite joyful I became.

After we had finished eating, I tried to object to learning how to inhale the quite nasty smoke coming from a large shisha but Ali insisted and I guess I wasn't too hard to convince. The smoke made me cough quite badly though and it made my mind swim even more than the wine had.

"I think you're ready to be turned into a girl now, Amalie," I heard Ali's voice say. It sounded like he was talking into an old oil drum and his echoing words made me giggle.

"I'm not a girl, Ali," I tried to tell him. The sound of my voice seemed to come from somewhere far from me.

That's silly, my mouth is like right here, ow, that's my eye, haha, not my… what was it I was trying to touch? Oh boy, I'm certainly feeling very strange now.

I didn't object to Ali picking me up and carrying me like a baby to his bedroom. The short trip there felt like I was on-board a small rowing boat in a huge storm but I enjoyed the sensation of being on a rollercoaster. It was fun!

"I think I got you a bit too hammered tonight, Amalie. Let's bypass the bathing and go straight to making love."

"You're the man, Ali," I blurted out. I meant he was the boss or something, I think.

"Damn right I am. And tonight, you're the girl."

"Okie dokey," I giggled at my own words.

***

I don't remember much of what took place in his bed after that, but I do remember waking up late the next morning. I felt sick and had a splitting headache and my bum hole was aching too. I somehow managed to get to the bathroom and kneel in front of the hole in the floor normally used for pooing into. I used it for other things that morning and afterwards I still felt like crap. It only helped very little rinsing my mouth out with water.

I only wanted to go back to sleep but I didn't want to go back to Ali's bed. The fat man had been laying on his back snoring like an elephant when I woke. I stumbled in to lay on the uncomfortable couch in the small room and surprisingly quickly I fell asleep again.

***

"You sure squealed like a little piglet when I made you my girl last night, boy. But, you truly seemed to enjoy it a lot after you got used to having my large man cock deep inside your little girlish bum," Ali told me after I woke later that afternoon.

I blushed from the accusation of having enjoyed it, but I couldn't really deny it as I couldn't remember anything that had happened from when he had dumped me onto his bed until I woke from a desperate need to barf up everything inside of my stomach.

If he really put his cock inside my bum it's no wonder it's feeling awfully tender now. It looked so big this morning when I woke and saw him lying on his back next to me.

"If you behave like that tonight as well, you won't be watering the plants tomorrow," I heard Ali promise me.

That night we had dinner and afterwards we shared a bath. I had to not only allow him wash every part of my body, I had to wash his hairy and fat body too. His cock (sorry mum, I know I'm not allowed to use that word!) was a lot larger than my little worm and the difference only got so much easier to tell when both his cock and my own worm got stiff. I tried to prevent my worm from growing, but it was like it had a mind of its own and it throbbed when he washed it.

Even if I didn't want to enjoy it, I couldn't help but think it felt wondrously nice to have his fingers all over my stiff worm, it made me shudder when he'd tickle just under the head of it. I didn't have to pretend not to like it when he stuck a finger inside my bum hole. It hurt and the soap made it sting.

"You're dirty back here, Amalie," he informed me, "We had better flush out the sewer before I put my cock in there. I don't want to mess up the sheets and I truly hate making love in the bathroom. Go squat over the hole and I'll prepare something that'll deal with the mess inside of you."

Dealing with the mess meant sticking the end of a hose into my bum and have a seemingly endless amount of water flow into it. I had to squeeze my bum hole tight as he removed the hose and hold onto the water for three or four minutes before he told me to push it right out. The water and other bits gushed into the hole and the whole process was repeated twice before he was happy.

***

The evening in his bed was something I'd rather not explain in details as it was so humiliating for a son of a Lieutenant Colonel in the National Armed Forces. But, for you to understand why I later did what I felt compelled to do, I suppose I have to give you a rundown of the dreadful three and a half hours I ended up pretending to be Amalie in Ali's bed. Wearing the bracelet and with the promise of a day off the following day if I did my part of being a girl to perfection, I saw no option but to let him have his way with me and fake my enjoyment throughout it all.

"Amalie, when a girl really likes her man, she will honour his cock by licking and sucking on it. She'll do this for as long as the man wants her to do it and never take her mouth off of it until he tells her it's okay to do so," he had explained to me like he was a teacher and I was his willing pupil.

I got the underlying message and thankful for having just washed his cock myself and therefore knew it had to be clean, I got started. I had to act my role in this weird play to perfection. With a gusto I didn't even know I had, I slobbered all over his stiff piece of meat right from the fat head to where it joined his fat hairy body.

The taste isn't so bad, it's sort of like licking my finger I guess.

However it wasn't long until licking it wasn't enough, Ali told me to open my mouth, mind my teeth and suck on his cock. I couldn't get much of it inside before I felt like choking to death, but heeding his words from earlier I tried the best I could to ignore the signals from my body. When it got really bad and I thought I'd spew all over him, I'd back off just a bit at the last second. Then as I had calmed myself a little I went back to the disgusting job I had at hand. Quite literally too, as I held his cock in one hand while massaging his big eggs with the other.

He made me do this for way too long before he told me to lay on his bed on my knees and hands. I felt his hands on my bum cheeks as he used his thumbs to spread them.

This is it. This is where he'll truly make me his girl.

I gasped from surprise as he started licking my bum hole and push at it with what could only be the tip of his tongue. Unless he had suddenly grown another hand, it couldn't be other than that as his thumbs were still almost painfully keeping my bum cheeks spread far from each other. He licked me for half an hour, before he backed off and had me on my knees in front of him, paying homage to his cock again. This went on for quite some time, alternating between me sucking his cock and him licking my back door.

He didn't warn me when he instead of sticking his tongue into my back door put his cock hard inside. I was too busy trying to block out the pain I felt from my bottom to think of anything else. It was true living hell I endured for the first ten minutes of him fucking me like a madman until my bum hole had adapted somewhat to the large intruder. It still took me another ten minutes before I could concentrate on my plan.

I was only nine and hadn't been to school for about eight months, but I did remember some from my science lessons. It was time to put what had so far only been theory to the test.

While Ali was busy thinking I was his girl and not caring much about my wellbeing I reached over to the bracelet with my right hand.

This had better be working! I'll fucking kill Mr. Dressen if it turns out it doesn't work.

I grabbed hold of the polished metal of the bracelet and tried to get a really good grip of it when my fingers slipped.

Damn! Fucking hell and curse all the Gods!

My fingers kept slipping on the bracelet as they were so sweaty and probably had quite a bit of my own saliva on them. Desperately I tried working my fingernails in between the bracelet and my wrist. That didn't work, I only managed to scratch at the skin until I started bleeding, making it even harder to get a proper grip on the darn thing. Ali still hadn't noticed anything I was doing, his thrusting into me and his quite passionate moaning didn't stop at least. He had a firm grip of my hips and pushed and pulled at me seemingly effortless in time with his own thrusting.

Why is it easier for him to hold me tight when I can't get a fucking grip on this motherfucking bracelet?!

It was hard to do anything but hold onto the sheets while the huge man pushed and pulled at my light body and I was about to give up.

NO! I can't stop now. He'll only do this again tomorrow and the next day and the next again.

I almost lost what little balance I had as I first wiped the sweat and other fluids off the fingers on my right hand, then had to get down on my elbows in order to get the sheet close enough to the bracelet.

"Oh yes! Amalie, you know what a man likes! Now I can fuck you even deeper!" I heard Ali pant. He had put his head down next to mine fortunately on my right hand side. While he fucked me like a rabbit, making my relatively simple task of wiping down the bracelet much harder, I pulled frantically on the sheet. I spent precious seconds that seemed like hours at the time, finding a dry part of the sheet and used it to wipe at the bracelet.

"What are you doing, Amalie?" I heard him ask, this time his voice went straight into my left ear.

I didn't answer, just moved the sheet away from the bracelet and with a desperate outcry I tried to rip it off my wrist.

"No, don't!" Ali shouted stricken by panic, but his shout was partway drowned by the shrilly squeak from the bracelet. I braced myself, expected to be shocked like crazy like I had experienced before.

I did feel a piercing pain on the top of my wrist behind the faceplate of the bracelet and I felt a sort of burning sensation all the way from my left wrist straight through my body and to my bum. From there the jolt of electricity went into Ali. I didn't pass out from the pain though the current raised all the small hairs on my left arm.

Ali screamed louder than the bracelet by then but it didn't stop the bracelet from sending out several jolts of electricity with increasing power.
What I didn't know then, but do now, was this particular 'bracelet' was able to sense if the bearer had gotten incapacitated from the jolt. If not, it would keep trying to knock whomever wore it out. Right up until the point where it would run out of battery power. I doubt the designers had ever thought of the possibility of it going off while the bearer was busy being fucked by a man more than twice his weight, not to mention age.

As I hadn't passed out yet, the bracelet kept screeching and upping the current it sent out. After five shocks I actually hoped for it to knock me out, the electricity going through my body felt like balls of fire and it was much worse than I had expected it to be. I had no choice but to let it zap me and Ali for as long as it wished or until it had killed me and possibly him as well. I didn't dare think of the third option. That it would keep zapping until it ran out of power.

It had only sent out five shocks in about ten seconds which meant it would be good for another seven at least.

I'll die before that. The hairs on my arm are smoking!

The sixth jolt of electricity felt twice as bad as the fifth had been, but it made Ali's screaming stop quite abruptly. I felt him slide off my body, his large cock slipped out of my burning hole as he tumbled to the floor behind me. I heard the seventh screech from the bracelet before I was knocked out.

I have no idea of how long I was passed out before I blinked my eyes open again. It must have been for a very long time as the sun was trying what it could to break through the shutters in front of the windows to Ali's bedroom. It blinded me and I had no way to prevent it. It wasn't until probably another two hours had passed by that I could twitch my fingers. All the time I was laying sprawled out face down on Ali's bed I feared for what I'd see when I would finally be able to turn myself around.

***

I was afraid Ali had woken before me and only waited for me to wake up before he'd probably kill me. I hadn't needed worrying so much, as I found him lying on the floor, quite dead, when I finally was able to turn around on the bed and face him. He was the first person I had ever seen dead, well at least up close and the first person to die from my actions. I looked at the bracelet when it sounded off another time.

Oh no, you're not shocking me again! I've only just started moving from the last time you motherfucker!

The screech wasn't as high pitched as the others had been and it quickly lowered in pitch and volume until it completely died out. It hadn't shocked me and to my great and utter amazement I heard a loud click from the bracelet and it simply fell off from my wrist. I heard the loud clonk as it hit the floor, but couldn't believe neither my eyes nor my ears. Later, when I researched this particular restraining device I found it had a serious flaw in its design. If the battery should run out, it would unlock as the locking mechanism was but a simple yet powerful electromagnetic lock.

I didn't like the look of my wrist where the bracelet had sat, my skin was quite severely burned and where the two fanglike electrodes had pushed themselves repeatedly into my wrist were two bleeding holes now. It took me some time to realize Ali didn't believe in first aid kits, there were none to be found in his house, and I had to cut a strip off a clean sheet to make an impromptu bandage.

I found a cupboard full of horror in the room where I had been sleeping, there were like twenty dresses in varying sizes but all for girls (obviously) from like my sister's age up to eleven or possible a small twelve years old. The abundance of whips, paddles and chains and things I to this day still have no idea of how you'd use was what shocked me most of all however.

To my great and utter dismay I found my precious wristwatch broken into small pieces and carelessly thrown into a bin. I had to weep for my loss that felt so much worse than a cheap $5 watch should be able to cause. I think that is what drove me to my next action. It certainly didn't do anything to lessen the hatred I felt towards the place and its belated owner.

***

Before I walked away from Ali's farm I spent most of the day watering his plants. Not with water, no, this time I poured diesel oil unto them. It took me some time to get the diesel burning, actually it wasn't until I found some lamp oil I managed to get it lighted up. The smoke from the burning plants was almost as bad as the stench of diesel, but I cheered as they got eaten by the flames. When the plants had been reduced to smouldering bits I turned my attention to the farm house.

I stood at a distance taking in the sight of the burning farm house for a long moment before I turned to face the mountains. I didn't know what would await me up there, but I felt every bit ready to take on any challenge I'd meet along my way.

Even if I'm wearing a girl's dress. I'm a boy named Søren and I'm wearing a pink dress. It doesn't make me a girl. It was the least girlish of all the dresses in there and it's my size. But I'm still a boy! My name is Søren and I'm a boy!

"You hear me? I'm a BOY! My name is Søren!" I shouted as loudly as I could, though there were no one near to hear me.

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I can find another watch just like the one my aunt and uncle gave me. It's not important. I can get out of here now, there's nothing holding me back.

I put on the dress I had been wearing the night before. It was fortunately not the most girlish of the bunch of dresses I had been forced to wear by Peterson. It was only a very basic pink dress, didn't have any of the lace or frills like most of the others had. I suppose it was because I had been naked for most of the previous day that Peterson didn't care about what I wore.

With one last look at the bracelet from hell, I slipped silently out of the window and made a beeline towards the nearest field with plants high enough to keep me hidden from view. I had to crawl for a while, but I didn't care, what mattered was to get away unnoticed by Ali. I was sure he'd do any number of terrible things to me if he discovered me trying to bolt from his farm without wearing the bracelet.

When I reached the end of the field, I peeked up over the top of the plants and looked at the farm house. Everything seemed quite dead back there, at least Ali wasn't running towards me shouting angrily at me to stop. I quickly got back onto my bare feet and ran as quickly as my skinny legs would carry me away from the farm.

If I ever have the opportunity to do so, I'll return and burn it down to the ground just like I've always imagined I'd do. I'll kill Ali and then I'll kill Ludvig Peterson too. They're not getting away with messing with me!

I ran for another kilometre before stopping to catch my breath. Again I turned to face the farm, and here from a safe distance I shouted from the top of my lungs.

"I'm a BOY. My name is Søren! Remember my name as one day I'll come back to kill you!"

I turned back to face the mountains and hiked up the long dress so I could run faster. I was certain my salvation awaited me somewhere up there.

If per chance it isn't, I'll face anything that'll block my passage like the boy I am. I'm not a girl! I may be wearing a girl's dress, but make no mistake, I'm ALL boy!

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I've no idea why I chose to pick up the bracelet and gingerly place it on my wrist just where it had been sitting for so long. I paused just before it touched my skin and was about to rethink it when it jumped to live on its own and the two ends of the wristband snaked themselves around my thin wrist and with a low click joined on the back of my wrist. The flexible band tightened and once the bracelet thought it was tight enough the individual links of the band seemingly fused together. I couldn't see nor feel the links as I traced my fingertips around the by then apparently solid metal band.

Well, it's only what I wanted I guess. I had better go look for Ali, there's no way I can escape now. Not until he gives me a chance to by removing the bracelet.

I found the fat guy in his small kitchen.

"Ah, there's the little princess. How are you this fine afternoon, Amalie?" He asked.

"Ok, I guess. Ludvig, uh, Sayid Peterson must've left before I woke."

"Yes, I saw him off when he left. He thanked me for your services. He was pleased that he had a chance to play with a small boy for a change. However, he told me he'd prefer a girl the next time he's paying me one of his rare visits. So it's putting me into an awkward position. I've no clue what to do with you now. I'm not in the mood for fucking a boy even if he's like you, more girl than boy. If Sayid Peterson hadn't already made you into a girl maybe I would've done that myself. But now, when I know what he has done to you? No, I think not.

"I made 980 dollars in gold from your puny little body. That's a good profit no matter how you look at it I think. Of course, I had to spend a bit of money keeping you alive and well, but that can't amount to much more than five dollars. So 975 dollars. It'll keep me going for a while and I can even afford to rent one of the nicer girls in town to keep me company. Which makes my question even more valid. What to do with you now?"

"You could always just let me go. I'll even find my way back to my family on my own and I won't ever tell a soul of what happened to me while I was here."

I know, I was probably being overly optimistic but I was only young and extremely naive. Still, it didn't seem like too much to ask for now he had made so much money from 'my services' as he had put it.

He makes it sound like I only washed and polished his car or something. Not going through a world of pain being submitted to perversion and humiliation far beyond even my wildest imagination.

I had a fairly vivid imagination back then, still do, but up until I met Ludvig Peterson it had all been relatively normal stuff like wanting to be an astronaut. I'd never imagined my bum being used for anything other than pooing and that a grown man's cock would fit fully inside my small mouth and throat. However, Ali wasn't agreeing to my suggestion.

"I wish I could just do that. Trust me when I say that, my dear princess. However, allowing witnesses to live to later come back to haunt you isn't a good thing. You may very well mean what you just said, that you'd forget everything that ever happened to you while you were here, but would you still feel that way ten years from now? I can't take that chance, girl. If you think about it, neither would you."

"Then what? You can't keep me here for like forever?"

"No. I can't. In fact the sooner I get you out of the way, the sooner I can carry on with my life."

I didn't like the sound of that. It sounded like he was going to… to kill me. I had to think quickly.

"Mr. Ali, before you kill me, wouldn't you at least want to experience how good I am at sucking cock? I know you won't fuck me in the bum, but Ludvig said I did wonders with my mouth."

It wasn't a lie, the sadistic creep had told me so. I was grasping at straws, I knew it but if I could just get Ali to put his cock into my mouth I thought I might have a chance to somehow end up walking out of there alive.

"You do look kind of hot in your dress even without makeup on. Okay, I suppose there's no harm in letting you have this last bit of joy in your life. Go ahead, get on your knees and unwrap my sausage. Make sure to do your very best now."

I got on my knees and shuffled up close to the fat man. I undid his belt and after a slight battle with the button in his jeans I managed to get it undone. With the zipper undone too, it only took a slight tug to make the jeans drop to his knees. He was wearing large and loose-fitting white boxer shorts that didn't stay up for long either.

I had to work hard to make my mouth wet enough before I got started but then I opened wide and moved my head closer to his cock. It was still flaccid but the second I closed my lips around the head of it, it started inflating. As it did, the hood was pulled back from the head and that was my signal.

***

This had better be working. Though, if it doesn't I won't be any worse off.

With one quick move I reached for the bracelet I had put onto myself just minutes prior. With a firm grip of the faceplate I tried to yank it further up my arm. I could feel it moving and immediately it started screeching. Ali's scream joined the one from the bracelet as I bit hard into his cock just behind the head. I could taste the metallic flavour of his blood just as the electricity jolted out of the bracelet into my body. Because of the connection to Ali, most of the electricity ended up in his body.

That's not to say I didn't feel the effects of it at all. The first jolt left me feeling shocked, but still conscious and I could still control my muscles. They were all in distress after being forced to contract painfully from the electricity surging through them. The second and third jolt felt increasingly worse, both because they came within seconds from the first but also because the current from the bracelet had been bumped up.

Ali's repeated slaps to my head didn't improve my situation any, but I never relaxed my jaw any. In fact, every time I was hit by the electricity, my jaw would clench tighter around the cock inside my mouth.

If it doesn't stop soon, it'll cook my brains. It already feels like my brain is boiling inside my head.

Fortunately it wasn't long before Ali just dropped to the floor in front of me, ripping his spurting cock from my mouth. The bracelet screeched one last time and since I was now the only one for the current to go through, I quickly blacked out from the powerful surge.

I blinked my eyes open to find myself laying halfway on top of Ali. He wasn't moving at all, just like I couldn't. When I finally was able to move, after a long period of time, he still hadn't moved.

***

You'd think my struggles were a thing of the past, now that the sadistic prick had left and the creep who had sold my body to him was lying dead on the floor. I had thought so too, but that wasn't how it ended. The bracelet was still sitting on my wrist and when I carefully tested it by walking ever so slowly away from the farm house it screeched when I reached a distance of about five metres [15 ft.] from the front door. I quickly stepped backwards towards the door and the bracelet didn't zap me.

I could explore every bit of the farm house now however and that's exactly what I spent the next two days doing. There had to be a controller or something for the bracelet, I only had to find it.

When I do, there'll be a button I can press and I'll be free!

I couldn't find any such device. I only managed to find my dear old and cheap wristwatch.

He broke it! He couldn't let me have it back, no he had to fucking break it!

I mourned like I had lost my only friend and in a way I had. There was now absolutely nothing left in the world I could call my own. Well, my toys and most of my clothes were probably still in storage somewhere back in the city I had lived in, but they were so far from me, both physically and mentally. I didn't feel like playing with childish toys anymore, those times had gone. I was only worried about my survival and with the bloody bracelet around my wrist I was confined to the farm house.

***

I spent another nine days in the house, Ali's corpse was starting to smell quite badly and I had closed the door to the kitchen after moving all the canned food and water bottles from there to the lounge. The door didn't do much to block the smell from entering the lounge and I found myself moving further and further away from the kitchen. I had run out of water and eaten the last can of peaches when the bracelet all of a sudden squeaked one last time and with a loud click fell to the floor beside me.

There was now nothing to hold me back from leaving the farm behind, but before I left it, I put on the least girlish dress I could fit into and put the farm house on fire. I wondered about the nasty smelling plants on the fields outside of the house, but figured they'd die sooner or later without anyone to water them so I didn't waste time doing anything to them.

Besides, they haven't hurt me. Only their owner did. And he's dead.

I set out for the mountain range I could see so clearly in front of me. It was so close and if I made it there, I knew my life would turn to the better.

It can't get much worse than it already has been, that's for sure.

About a kilometre from the farm I turned to have one last look at it. The burning flames were still busy eating away at the house.

"Good! Keep burning until there's nothing left of it!" I said glumly before turning around and carried on walking.

Amalie is now dead. I'm back to being Søren again. Well, I will be once I find something better to wear than this pink dress.

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