Diabolical

Al's Summer Vacation

Chapter 11
Maid To Serve

I swallowed the pill and gulped the water. Then she made me open my mouth and checked to make sure I really swallowed it.

"You're lucky you spit on Sandra, and not me," she snarled. "If you did that to me, they'd have to scrape what's left of you off the walls! Now get into your uniform!"

I had to dress as Sandra had told me. I had a corset choking me, my cock was tied between my legs, I was perched on 5-inch [12½cm] heels with my legs hobbled by a chain. My satin uniform was the least humiliating piece of apparel I was wearing.

After breakfast, Donna was kind enough to lend me a penis gag and butt plug. With my hands cuffed in front of me, I was ready for work.

"No frolicking in the pool for you today," she warned me. "You're going to work all day. Now scrub the basement floor."

It took me an hour on my hands and knees to wash the entire basement floor. When I got back upstairs, I was surprised at how hot it was on the ground floor. It had been nice and cool in the basement.

Kathy was waiting for me, wearing a towel and a white swimsuit. "I love your shoes, Alicia. Those ankle straps are divine."

"Thank you, Mistress Katherine. But I've already turned my ankle on these heels three times today."

"There, there, you poor dear," she said, patting me on the head like a puppy. "I'd think you were used to having things tied around your ankles by now."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I groaned.

"Donna said I should tell you to wash all the windows on this floor. And then vacuum all the rugs. They're real dirty again," she said, munching on a chocolate chip cookie. Then she let some crumbs fall on the carpet.

I nodded my head. "Why is it so hot in here?" I asked.

"Santa Ana winds. It's a real scorcher today," she said. "That's why we're all out by the pool. We turned off the air conditioning since we don't need it. Now go about your chores, sweetie. We'll look in on you from time to time, just to make you're working hard."

Kathy giggled, and headed out to the pool. It was still morning, and already I had to wipe the sweat from my brow with my bound hands.

It was early afternoon by the time I finished all the windows, and I felt like I was inside a greenhouse. A hot summer day, and I was stuck inside. Sweat covered my face, the corset wouldn't let me breathe, and the satin minidress was plastered to my skin. I dragged out the upright vacuum cleaner, but I was so tired I had to sit down first. I knew I wasn't allowed to sit without permission, but those 5-inch [12½cm] heels were killing me, and I had to rest.

That's when Donna walked in. "What are you doing, you lazy slave?" she shouted.

I jumped to my feet. "I'm sorry, Mistress Donna. It's so hot, I had to rest for a minute. I'll do the vacuuming right now!"

"I should beat you for this, but I'm going to let you off easy just this once," she said. Then she unlocked my handcuffs, and cuffed my hands behind me. "Now get back to work! I had better not catch you goofing off again!"

And she left me standing on my aching feet, dead tired, and with my hands bound behind me. I fumbled for the vacuum cleaner switch, and sweat dripped down into my eyes. Now I couldn't even wipe my face, and I had to work the rest of the day like this. I found the switch, and the vacuum cleaner roared to life. I tried to shake the sweat from my eyes, and I turned an ankle. With my wrists bound behind me, I lost my balance. I cried out as I fell to the floor, but I doubt anyone could hear me over the whine of the vacuum cleaner.

For a moment I lay there on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I wondered if falling down was against the rules? I struggled to my knees, the unyielding corset preventing me from bending at the waist. With the last of my strength, I used my wrists to pull myself up against the dining room table. Now on my feet, I had to catch my breath again, and then I teetered over to the vacuum cleaner, and caught the handle. Then, looking over my shoulder, I dragged it along behind me, being careful to pick up all the lint and crumbs on the carpet.

By early evening I had finished all the housework, and Kathy met me as the base of the stairway. My sister and I made quite a contrast. She looked radiant with her white swimsuit showing off her new suntan. Me? Half-blinded by my own sweat, I was completely exhausted, and weak from hunger because I hadn't eaten all day. It was a safe bet that I didn't smell too good, either.

"Finished already, little sissy?" she said, gently tapping me on the nose. "Now you have to make all the beds upstairs. And the corners better be perfect, too."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I gasped, and trudged upstairs. One step at a time, balancing precariously on my heels, tying to keep my hobbled ankles together. Somehow, I made it upstairs without killing myself, and minced over to the edge of my bed. But try as I might, my waist couldn't bend to let me get my hands on the bed linen.

Finally I gave up, and slumped on the floor next to the bed. I sat there a few minutes until Kathy came upstairs to check on my progress.

"Is something the matter, little slave? Didn't Donna warn you about goofing off?"

"I can't do it," I whined. "Go ahead and beat me. I can't bend over enough to get the sheets."

"You are so pathetic," she said. "We wouldn't tell you to do this if it was impossible. Why do you think we didn't gag you today?"

I thought for a moment. It just might work. I rolled onto my knees, and crawled to the corner of the bed. Kneeling next to the bed, I grabbed the sheet with my teeth, and pulled until it was straightened out.

"Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought, Alicia," she said with a nod of her head. "Now hurry up and finish all three beds."

An hour later, I had crawled and tugged at sheets and blankets, tasting more bed linen than I ever wanted to. But I had done it. I slumped on the floor again, this time in triumph. This was an achievement in my life now. I was proud of making beds with my teeth.

But Kathy had one last task for me. She led me to the bathroom, and make me kneel in front of the toilet.

"The toilet needs to be cleaned," she said. "The brush is over there."

It was a short brush, with only a five inch [12½cm] handle. But how could I get it into the toilet with my hands behind me?

"But I can't reach down there. Even if I sit on the toilet, I can't reach in far enough," I pleaded.

"There you go again," she said derisively. "You still aren't gagged are you?"

So that was it. I took the brush handle in my mouth, and tried to lean forward into the toilet. Bet even on my knees, the corset wouldn't let me bend far enough. I swiped at the toilet from side to side, but I could barely make it reach the surface of the toilet water.

"Hurry up," Kathy said, and she kicked me in the ass.

Startled, I screamed and dropped the brush in the toilet. I turned to look up at her.

"Now what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Mistress Katherine, please help me," I begged.

"Oh, all right," she said. Then she lifted my legs, and aimed my whole body at the toilet. "Now let's see if we can't find that brush!"

"Noooo," I wailed, as she slid me toward the water. My face splashed in it, and then she pulled me out.

"Looks like you missed," she said. "We'll have to try again."

And so we played 'bobbing for toilet brushes' until I finally grabbed it on my eighth or ninth try. Then she took me by the neck, and shoved me forward, scrubbing out the toilet.

Finally she left me alone on the tile floor, so tired that I was light-headed. I was glad this day was over; and at least the water had been cool.

Then she returned . "Sweetie, I know you haven't had anything to eat all day, so I brought you a little something," she said, and placed two bowls in front of me.

"But Mistress Katherine, that looks like dog food," I said in dismay.

"That's right! I went to the store today and got it special, just for you. Now dig in; it even makes its own gravy. And when you finish it, I'll let you have the bowl of water."

I was so tired and hungry I could have eaten anything. I stuck my face in the dog food, and started eating. One the one hand it tasted awful, like spoiled meat, but most of it got all over my face anyway. Finally she let me lap up the water. I was so parched I thought I was going to dehydrate. When I had finished, she sat across from me on the bathroom floor.

"I'm tired of your attitude, and so is everyone else. If you don't shape up, every day of your life will be just like this, only worse," she said. "Take a good look at yourself, sweetie. You look like shit, and you smell like shit. Now are you going to be a good little girl or not?"

It was true. Drenched in sweat, I couldn't even stand my own smell. There I was, bound and helpless on my knees with dog food caked on my face. I was so tired I could barely eat, and my knees and feet ached. And all I had to look forward to was more of this.

"I'll do whatever you want," I mumbled.

"Speak up," she said sharply. "What's your name?"

"My name is Alicia," I said in a clear voice. "I'm a sweet little slave girl, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

"Good," she said with a look of triumph. "But I don't want this to be a hasty decision on your part, so I'd like you to sleep on it."

Then she dragged me onto the carpet, and chained my ankles to the cabinet under the sink.

"Sweet dreams, little slave," she said, and turned off the light.

Bound and exhausted in the darkness, not even my own smell could keep me awake. I fell fast asleep.

The next morning, I was dressed and ready for duty when Donna made me carry a suitcase into an empty bedroom. I could hardly lift it as I minced along on my hobbled legs.

"There are only three more of them downstairs, Alicia," she said.

"Are these your suitcases, Mistress Donna?" I asked.

"Yes they are, slave girl. I'm moving in here to supervise you twenty-four hours a day. Isn't that good news?"

I could almost feel my chin hit the floor. "Yes, Mistress Donna," I moaned. "I'm delighted. I don't deserve this."

"Since you're been a disobedient little girl, Ron felt that you needed more discipline. First you brought boys over here at night, and then you spit on Sandra. But I'm sure I can fix you."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. This was going to be one long summer.

Chapter 12
The Education Of Alicia

One day I couldn't stand any more. "I've done everything you want, Mistress Donna," I whined. "Won't you ever stop beating me?"

"You look like you're just going through the motions. Like you don't enjoy being a slave girl. And I'm going to keep beating you until you show some enthusiasm."

"You mean I have to like being a slave in my own house?" I asked in disbelief.

"You need an attitude adjustment, little sissy. And until you start acting like a sweet little slave, I'm going to whip your ass every night."

"I'll do it, Mistress Donna," I said.

Then my sister laughed. "This I gotta see," she said.

Donna turned to me.

"No, I mean it," I said. "I promise."

Fifteen minutes later, I was cheerfully dusting the furniture when Kathy interrupted me. She bound my wrists behind me and said, "Craig will be over any minute to try out your new enthusiasm. Go up to your room and kneel with your mouth open."

My eyes widened, but I just said, "yes, Mistress Katherine."

"And you'd better tell him how much you love sucking his cock. Enthusiasm counts, you know!"

Soon Craig towered over me, dressed in a white T-shirt and gray sweat pants. As baggy as his pants were, they did not conceal a bulge. "Kathy tells me you really like sucking cock now. Go to it, faggot!"

I knelt at his feet, waiting for him to drop his pants.

"Come on," he said. 'I don't have all day!"

"Yes, sir," I said. Now I understood. I leaned forward and took the drawstring of his pants with my teeth, and pulled on it. Finally it came loose, his pants were down, and his cock was up.

He was much more eager than last time. I had barely started licking his balls when he started moaning. I ran my tongue all over his cock, as I sucked it in and out, and he came in my mouth almost immediately. Obediently I licked it clean, and kissed the tip of his cock.

I thought he'd be happy, but he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked me to my feet. "You pathetic little freak," he snarled. "I love to beat the shit out of faggots like you. I wish I could tell my friends how I can have my cock sucked any time I want. But then they'd kill you, and the party would be over. Where would I ever find another cocksucking loser like you?"

"Please 3; please don't hurt me," I begged.

"What do you think about while you're doing housework all day? Do you daydream about your boyfriends? About how good you feel when one of them shoves his cock up your ass?'

"I'll do whatever you want, just let me go 3;"

He punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I fell face down at his feet, and lay on the floor doubled over, gasping or air.

"Yeah, you can go now," he said, kicking me as he stepped over my prone body. "I'm sure you're got some dusting you're just dying to get back to."

The next day, my stomach still ached when Kathy got me out of bed bright and early to go to Jennifer's salon.

"Wake up, sunshine!" she shouted, shaking me awake. "We have to get to the salon before regular business hours."

I thought my hair looked nice, but what do I know about hair styles? If my sister wanted me to go to the salon, I figured she must have a good reason.

Turns out she had a bad reason. When we got there, Jennifer unlocked the doors for us, Kathy quickly tied my hands behind me.

But Jennifer was bright and cheerful as always. "I've got a surprise for you today," she gushed. I've got a friend in the back room waiting just for you!"

"A friend?" I said in alarm. "What kind of friend?"

"A cute little boy just like you used to be. Well, maybe he's not quite as pretty as you, but I'm sure you'll get along with him just fine," Jennifer said.

"N-no, I don't think I want to meet your friend-"

Then Kathy grabbed me and shoved me toward the back door. "It's payback time for the beating you gave me," she said, "and if you hurt that boy's feelings, I'll hurt a lot more than just your feelings."

Jennifer took a firm hold of me and said, "Jeremy's a nice boy. But he's very sensitive, so you'd better make him happy or I'll find someone a lot bigger and meaner for you. I've told him you're into bondage, but you're a little shy, so he'll have to meet you more than halfway. And if you know what's good for you, you're going to pretend to like everything he does."

Then Kathy pushed me through the doorway, and slammed the door behind me. Jeremy was waiting for me, dressed in a T-shirt and bluejeans, sitting on a loveseat.

He smiled at me, and said, "I'm Jeremy. You must be Alicia; Jennifer's told me so much about you."

"Hi," I said nervously. I took a good look at him; he was my age and size. And he really was cute, with a brown pageboy haircut that just covered his ears.

"I wish I could dress like that, he said, pointing at my pink blouse and white skirt. And I'd give anything to have long curly hair like you. I just don't want anyone to know I'm gay."

My heart sank. I was tied up, facing a kid who thought I was gay like him. My sister had set all this up, and I had to behave myself.

"I'm not brave enough to play it up like you, Alicia," he said, moving in on me. "And besides, my parents would kill me if they found out."

Before I could think of anything to say, he had me in his arms, his lips planted on mine.

"Come on, open your mouth," he said, "I feel like I'm kissing a dead fish."

There was no way out of this. My sister had made sure of that. And I had to convince this kid I was gay, too, or I'd be in big trouble when I got home. I kissed him back, our tongues meeting. He hugged me, and I felt a bulge in his pants rub up against me.

"Let's not waste any more time," he said, and started unzipping his pants.

I stood there helpless and resigned myself to giving another blow job, when he said, "oh, yeah, I forgot you like being tied up. I'll help you out of your panties."

"What 3;" I asked, as he sat me down, and reached under my skirt to pull down my panties. I came to the horrible realization that he wasn't here to have his cock sucked. He was going to put it somewhere else, and expected me to like it.

Chapter 13
Kathy's Revenge

"Uh, can we wait a minute?" I asked.

But he helped me bend over the loveseat, and said, "it's all right, Alicia. Your sister told me you're shy around new boys." Then he smeared some lubricant up my ass. I shuddered, and turned away from him, so he couldn't see my face.

My mind raced. What could I do? I wondered, as I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. What could I say, as I felt his hands kneading my butt, spreading me wider? But there was no escape, and I knew it. And then he was inside me. I shivered as he forced his way deeper. He wasn't as big as the butt plug I was used to, but this was a real cock sliding in and out of me. A tear trickled down my cheek, as he rode in and out. Finally he shot his load inside me, and pulled out, breathing heavily. I laid there, bent over the loveseat.

"Wow, was it good for you, too?" he asked, catching his breath.

I just groaned and fought back the tears.

He pulled me upright, and turned to face me, smiling. Seeing the look on my face, his smile vanished. "Alicia, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"N-no, I'll be fine," I stammered, trying not to sniffle. Being raped wasn't bad enough; now I had to pretend I liked it.

"Good!" he said. "We'll have to do this again some day."

"Yes, I'd like that," I mumbled.

He got up and left, and it took me a couple of minutes to pull myself together. When I went back inside, Jennifer and my sister were waiting for me.

"So now you know what's it's like to be a real girl, little faggot," my sister said. "How did you like it?"

I just stood there, and studied the floor.

"Have you been crying, sweetie?" Jennifer asked. "Why the tears?"

"I'm all right," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Good!" Jennifer said. "Because Jeremy thought you look so cute in those curls that I'm going to give you a new hairdo for the rest of the summer."

I looked up at last, and mumbled, "what kind of hairdo?"

"I'm going to do your hair all in tight curls!"

I stared at myself in the mirror. "I don't think that would look so good," I offered.

"Oh, don't be such a stick in the crud. You need to try new things," Kathy said. "New experiences, new boyfriends, new hairstyles. Jeremy said he liked your curls, and I think it's a good idea too. Besides, if your hair stays in place, your mistress won't beat you up so often."

Ah, so my new hairstyle would be functional as well as pretty, I thought. Very practical, that sister of mine.

"Her mistress beats her?" Jennifer asked in surprise.

"Oh, yes. At home she's a sweet little slave girl, always running to and fro in her little maid's outfit, cleaning here and dusting there. But her mistress is very strict, and if Alicia has a single hair out of place, she gets an awful beating."

"I'd love to see that! You must invite me over some time," Jennifer said, as she led me to the reclining chair where I had my hair shampooed.

Still bound, I had to lie back with me hair in a sink, which she quickly filled.

"You'll have to stay in that curling lotion for at least half an hour, so make yourself comfortable," Jennifer said.

And so I lay there with my wrists still bound, and tried to fall asleep with my arms crushed underneath me. I didn't get to see what I looked like with curlers in my hair, thank goodness. Finally, after sitting under a hair dryer forever, they let me take a look.

My head was covered with bright shiny brown curls. My shoulder length hair now barely reached my chin and the nape of my neck. I stared in amazement as I shuffled closer to the mirror, looking at my face framed in pretty curls. No one would ever mistake me for a boy now. I looked even younger and prettier now.

"See, she loves it so much she's speechless!" Kathy said.

Maybe I couldn't speak, but I turned and gave my sister a withering look.

"Oh, what's the matter, sweetie?" she asked. "You don't look happy at all."

"Just leave me alone," I muttered.

"Now is that any way to talk to your sister, after she was thoughtful enough to arrange your date with Jeremy?" Jennifer asked me.

My date. That's what she called it.

"I think she needs to learn some manners," Kathy said. "Maybe Jeremy's too good for her. Can you set Alicia up with someone else?"

"Well, there's Bruno," Jennifer said. "But he's a big guy; he's got an organ fit for a horse."

I cringed.

"Sounds perfect!" Kathy said.

"No, he'd probably break this pretty little thing in half," Jennifer said.

"Then maybe Jeremy could think of someone; he must know lots of other fags. And you could go out with two of them," Kathy said, turning to me. She lifted my chin and made me face her. "Wouldn't you to suck on one dick, while another boy rams his stiff cock up your ass?"

It was enough to make my skin crawl. I couldn't help it; try as I might, I burst into tears.

That night, I had trouble sleeping. Bound to the headboard in my flimsy red teddy, I kept thinking about what Jeremy had done to me. How could things get any worse? Then I thought I heard a sound at the door. I strained against my bonds for a moment, and gave up. But then I saw a shadow move in the darkness. I tried to look up, but a hand covered my eyes, and turned my head aside. I felt the soft touch of a girl gently climbing into the bed and rubbing up against me.

"Kathy, please leave me alone," I begged. "I'll do whatever you want tomorrow."

She giggled and said, "you'll do whatever I want right now."

That wasn't my sister's voice. As her hand slid away from my eyes, and down my cheek, I could see the outline and features of her beautiful face, even in the darkness. Arcadia.

"What do you want? Does anyone know you're here?" I blurted out.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I want you all to myself. When we dated, those two boys got to share you, and I felt left out," she said, and climbed up on my chest. "Ooo, I love your nightie; Kathy told me about it, but I had to see it for myself. It feels so soft."

"Arcadia, please get off me," I gasped. I could hardly breathe with her kneeling on me.

But she crawled over me until she positioned her groin over my face.

"You satisfied our dates, but not me. Now you will pleasure me," she said, and then whispered, "you don't want me to get mad at you, now do you?"

No, I didn't. Not that I had any choice, as she ground her pussy in my face. The smell assaulted my nostrils, but I couldn't get away. She was already wet, and I licked up and down every chance she gave me, gasping for air whenever I could. She grabbed my hair and rocked up and down on my face, finally hissing like an animal as she came on my face.

She leaned back, her lithe body resting on top of mine as I gasped for air. I lay there covered with both sweat and her pussy juice, trying to catch my breath, praying that she'd go away.

"Now it's your turn," she said.

"MY turn?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Nothing makes me hotter than seeing a helpless little sissy with pubic hair stuck in his teeth. Especially when it's MY hair. And Sandra gave me another toy, so now I can plug both your holes."

And as she sat astride my waist, I saw her strapping something around herself. At last she got up, and I could move again. I turned to face her, and even in the darkness, I could see a shape projecting out from her waist. As she approached me, I recognized it. She was wearing a strap-on dildo, a half-dozen inches [15cm] long.

"Would you be so kind as to roll over on your back, Alicia?" she asked, putting her face close to mine. "And then get your knees under you so I can butt-fuck you doggie-style."

"Arcadia, please don't do this to me," I begged.

She grabbed a handful of hair, and used it to twist my head around, making me wince. "I won't ask you nicely again," she said. "Kathy told me how you did it for Jeremy, so it's not like I'm taking your cherry. Now be a good little faggot, and do as I say."

I whimpered, and rolled over on my back. Then as I tucked my knees underneath me, she helped me out of my teddy. And then I felt her lubricating my ass, sliding a finger in and out.

"Please be careful," I begged.

Her response was to pull my head back, and shove a penis gag in my open mouth. "I really don't like to do a lot of talking while I'm having sex, so I brought along this face fucker just in case you felt like making conversation."

Now gagged and helpless, she threw me face forward into my pillow with my butt in the air, and started ramming her dildo inside me. I wriggled and twisted, but she kept pounding away at me. At least Jeremy was getting off when he fucked me; Arcadia just wanted to hurt me. With my butt stretched and aching, I whimpered into the gag as she rocked me back and forth. As she kept driving it in and out, my whimpers turned to screams.

"Really turns you on, doesn't it?" she asked, breathing heavily.

My muffled screams went on without end. Did this crazy girl really think she was exciting me? Tears poured down my cheeks, and finally she gave up, and collapsed onto the bed next to me.

As we lay side by side covered in sweat, she turned me to face her. "You're a bit of a mess down there, so try not to bleed all over the sheets, will you?"

I just shook my head and cried into the gag. My butt hurt, but the emotional pain was worse.

"I really drilled you good, didn't I?" she asked.

Not exactly, I thought. She drilled me bad.

The next morning, I woke up thinking I had hit bottom. Arcadia hadn't really hurt me, but I looked like a girl, and I'd been used like a girl. What else could happen? Then Kathy untied me from my bed.

"Don't bother getting into your maid's uniform this morning," she said. "Ron gave me a couple of free passes to a health club that's only a short walk from here."

"Should I dress like you?" I asked. She wore a white T-shirt and shorts.

"Not quite. You know you can't wear pants. Not even shorts for a sissy like you. I've got a tennis skirt that should fit you."

I wore a T-shirt over my training bra, a short white skirt, ankle socks, and thin white sneakers. Sad to say, this was the most masculine attire I'd worn in some time. Kathy noticed that, too, so she made me wear half a dozen bracelets. I couldn't move without the bangles and silver bracelets rattling against each other.

"But we're just going to a health club," I said. "Why so much jewelry?"

"Because a pretty girl should make some noise when she struts around town," she said with a mocking grin.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I groaned.

"And if I ever catch you not wearing any bracelets, I'll give you a pair of handcuffs. No matter WHERE we are!"

I swallowed, and off we went. Once we got to the club, our passes gave us free run of the whole place. Swimmers went up and down a 25-meter swimming pool, but the rest of the club was almost deserted. Mid-morning must be their slack time, I thought, as we were alone outside a weight room.

"You can have lots of fun here checking out the hard bodies," Kathy said.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, my suspicion growing. I suspected she hadn't brought me here to work out.

"There's a lot of big strong guys here. I'm sure they'd like to get to know a pretty little thing like you!" she said, smiling at me as she stroked my cheek.

Chapter 14
Alicia Gets A Workout

"No, Kathy please!" I said, with panic in my voice.

"What's the matter? Wouldn't you like to flirt with some of those big studs we saw at the pool?

"Nooo," I groaned looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Oh, I know! I'll bet you're still thinking about that pretty boy Jeremy. But wouldn't you rather have a big cock rammed up your ass? Do you really go for cute little boys instead of big strong ones?"

"Please, no. Arcadia nearly killed me last night," I begged.

"I'm just trying to find out your type. Do you like Jeremy or would you rather find someone new here?"

"Shhh," I implored her. "Someone might hear you! I'll do anything you want, but not that."

"Anything? Are you sure?"

All I could think about was my poor tender ass. "Anything, as long as you don't set me up with another guy," I pleaded. When would I ever learn?

"All right," she said, and patted me on the head. "But you'd better behave yourself and do as I say, or I'll beat the crap out of you every day for a month!"

I nodded my head, relieved at escaping a close call, and she took me into the weight room.

"Let's see what we can find here," she said. "Take a look at that."

There were only a couple of people in a room of fifteen Nautilus machines, and off in the corner, I saw a tall girl in a gray sweatsuit with her short hair brushed back. She stood at a bicep machine, lifting 100-pound [45kg] weights with each arm.

"She might like you," Kathy said.

"What kind of girl would be interested in me dressed like this?" I asked, shaking my head. It was one of those questions you really didn't want answered.

Kathy just flashed that evil smile of hers. "Look at that sweat dripping down her chest," she said. "There's a dyke if ever I saw one. She could tear you limb from limb."

"You 3; yo'u're not thinking of 3;" I stammered.

"I bet she'd like a cute little femme like you!"

My mouth open in amazement, I finally shook my head.

"We made a deal," Kathy snarled. "We agreed that you wouldn't have anything to do with boys here. That's a girl over there, and she's fair game for you."

But it was a big girl. A huge girl. I stared at her, and then turned to my sister. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, frowning.

She handed me a scarf from her purse. "Tell her you'd like to lick her sweaty pussy, and she can use this scarf to tie your hands."

My hands shook as I took the pink scarf. "But what if she finds out I'm not a girl?"

"That could be embarrassing for you," my sister deadpanned. "Girls like her really hate boys. If she gets under your skirt looking for some chow mein, and finds an eggroll instead 3; well sweetie, she won't be happy!"

I took another look at that girl, and then back at my sister with sad eyes.

"Move it, sissy!" she said, shoving me forward. "And make sure she ties you up!"

I crossed the room as slowly as I could, wondering if this is how the male black-widow spider feels. Finally I stood before the girl at the bicep machine. She was a teenager or maybe a young adult, and she had to be six feet [1.50m] tall.

"Hi," I squeaked. "I couldn't help but admire how you work out on that machine."

"Thanks," she grunted, and did another repitition.

"Strong girls really turn me on," I said, and then whispered, "I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I'd really love to lick your sweaty pussy."

She stepped away from the machine and took a good look at me. I thought she was going to deck me right there, but she said, "kid, how old are you?"

"Old enough to be into bondage," I said, offering her the scarf. "I wish you'd tie me up and make me do it."

She thought for a moment, looked around, and then said, "come with me."

She took me by the wrist in her iron grip, and led me down the corridor into another room, past a hot tub and showers, and into a sauna room. It was so hot and steamy that I had to stop to catch my breath. The room was empty except for several wooden benches with towels draped over them.

"We'll have more privacy here," she said, barricading the door with a heavy bench. "What's your name?"

"Alicia," I said, noticing that my only path of escape was now hopelessly blocked.

She took the scarf, turned me around and bound my wrists, making me wince. I didn't know a pretty little scarf could be that tight.

"How long have you been doing this?" she asked, dropping her sweatpants and shorts.

"Uh, long enough to be good at it," I lied, as she sat on a bench, and pulled me to my knees in front of her.

"Really?" she asked doubtfully. "Then show me how good you are."

For a moment I stared into the naked bush a few inches in front of my nose. The mixed smells of sweat and musk made me want to retch. At least Arcadia had been clean when she made me eat her. I wrinkled my nose, and dove in, licking here, and probing my tongue there.

"Lower!" she rasped.

I leaned forward, and lapped up and down between her vagina and anus. It wasn't long before she shuddered, grabbed my face, and pulled it against her moist pussy as a flood of juice spilled out. I lapped up all the juice I could, as it ran down my chin. Oh, what I must look like now.

"Thanks," I gulped, sitting back on my haunches. "Now if you'll just untie me 3;"

"No, thank YOU," she said. "Now it's your turn."

"No, no," I cried, shaking my head. 'You don't have to 3;"

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you, Alicia," she said, lifting my skirt, and reaching for my panties.

Bound and helpless, I tried to get up, but she just gathered me in her arms.

"Oh, don't play hard to get," she said, and pulled down my panties. "You'll like 3;"

And then her face darkened.

"Please don't be mad at me. I only wanted to 3;"

Her fist in my stomach silenced me. I crumpled at her feet, gasping for air.

"You little bastard! I don't know what kind of games you like to play, but you've fooled around with the wrong person."

As I lay there doubled over from the pain in my gut, she ripped my panties right off me.

"Please let me go," I gasped as she pulled me up to my knees. "I can explain 3;"

"Explain this!" she said, stuffing the panties in my mouth. "I've heard all I want to from you."

I knelt before her, trying to speak as I chewed on my panties.

"So you like being tied up, huh?" she asked, as she wrapped a towel around my face, covering my eyes and further gagging my mouth.

I could hardly see out of one eye, and all I could do was shake my head as she tied the towel in place. She climbed up on a bench, and tied an electrical cord from the light fixture to my bound wrists, pulling them up, and forcing me to bend at the waist.

Then she stepped back to admire her handiwork. My shoulders ached as my arms were pulled straight upward. My skirt was around my ankles, so I couldn't even spread my legs for balance.

"I'm sure you're used to being tied up better than this, but I'm not into any of that perverted bondage stuff like you. I have to do the best I can with the materials I have to work with."

Still, she was doing a damn good job.

"Like this," she said. "Someone left a towel here dripping wet. How rude! What do you suppose we can do with a wet towel?"

I had a pretty good idea, as I whimpered into my gag. I heard her swing the towel back and forth through he air, and gritted my teeth. Then THWACK! as it landed on my butt, making me jump.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me being a lesbian?" she asked, and smacked my other cheek.

I screamed into the gag as tears trickled down my face.

"At least I don't dress up like a guy and try to trick people," she shouted, and hit me twice more.

I sobbed into my gag, and sucked on the panties, as she hit me on the back of my thighs a half-dozen times.

"How does that feel?" she asked, walking around me. "Now I see why you pretend to be a girl. You aren't too tough, are you?"

My whole body shuddered as I whimpered. I'd agree to being the most gutless wimp in the world if it would make her stop.

And then she grabbed my cock. "There are times I wish I had one of these," she said. "Maybe I'll take this one!"

I froze in place. As she squeezed my cock, I whimpered and tried to beg for mercy. Even so, my cock grew and hardened. Then she snapped the towel against my erect cock. My knees buckled, and only my bound wrists held me up. Despite the pain in my groin, I felt like my shoulders were getting dislocated, and struggled to regain my feet.

"I'm tired of listening to your whimpering," she snapped at me. "Would you like to go for a walk, you little bastard?"

I nodded my head. My body wracked with pain, anywhere we went had to be better than here.

She pulled up my skirt, and took the towel off my head. But she left my wrists bound, and they had begun to ache as she slid the bench away from the door. She opened the door a crack, and said, "looks like the coast is clear."

My stomach sore, my butt and thighs burning, she shoved me outside into the shower area. The cool air was a welcome relief, and I tried to ask her where we were going, but the panties slurred my speech.

"The best thing after a sauna is to relax in the hot tub," she said, pushing me toward it. I shook my head, but she picked me up and sent me flying head first into the hot water.

I shut my eyes and screamed as I flew throught air and hit the water. My butt and thighs were on fire, and water went up my nose, making me choke. Starved for air, I thrashed desperately and lifted my head above the surface. Coughing and trying to spit the panties out, I finally caught my breath and stood in three feet [90cm] of water. I cringed, wondering what would come next. But I took a peek over my shoulder, and that awful bitch was gone.

"Looks like you're in hot water, sissy," called a familiar voice.

OK, one awful bitch remained, but at least it was the one who wouldn't kill me. My sister leaned against the far wall, grinning at me. I opened my mouth, begging her to take the gag out.

She grabbed the rail, and pulled me up the steps and out of the hot tub. "This thing is really packed in good," she said, extracting the tatters from my mouth.

"Please untie me," I begged. "My wrists are killing me."

"What happened in the sauna?" she asked. "You look like you're in a wet T-shirt contest. For flat-chested girls, anyway."

"I promise I'll tell you all about it when we get home," I said as she unwrapped my wrists.

The flow of blood returned to my hands, making them hurt even more. Just then, a club attendant walked in. "Something the matter here?" she asked.

Kathy shrugged her shoulders. "My little sister is awfully clumsy; she tripped and fell in the hot tub. I just can't take her anywhere."

"Sorry about the little accident," she said, "but there's plenty of towels you can use to dry off."

I dried myself as best as I could, and hurried toward the lobby. I tried to cover my chest, my bra plainly visible. Most of all, I wanted to get out of there before the female Godzilla showed up again.

As we walked past the counter, Kathy stopped to tell the receptionist, "this is a wonderful club you have here. My sister and I might get annual memberships."

"Let's GO," I implored her.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Kathy asked. "You're always complaining about how you have to stay home all day, and wear that maid's uniform and those high heels. Would you rather come here every day and meet interesting new people?"

"NO! I'd rather be a maid," I groaned, as we went outside.

"And so you shall," Kathy said, grinning at me. "I'm glad we settled that. Now tell me about that Amazon bitch."

So I had to tell her all the juicy details of my debauchery at the health club. I spent the next month as an obedient, enthusiastic little slave girl, waiting on Kathy hand and foot when I wasn't bound hand and foot. Kathy and Craig squabbled from time to time, but whenever they broke up, it would only be a day or two before they decided to kiss and make up. Or in my case, we would suck and make up 3;

Donna kept a close eye on me. Every morning she supervised me, paying careful attention as I took an estrogen pill, checking my mouth to make sure I swallowed it. Every day she made me stand at attention while she inspected me, poking and prodding everywhere. She always made sure I wore a corset, and had my penis securely tied between my legs. Usually my hands were cuffed in front of me, and a chain hobbled my ankles. It was hard enough to walk on five-inch [12½cm] heels; now I had to mince around to do the housework. I was almost always gagged; normally a penis gag would do, so I could enjoy the feel of a cock in my mouth. But sometimes I misbehaved, and I'd end up chewing on a ball gag all day.

I always wore a collar with a leash attached. The leash came in handy when Kathy or Donna wanted my attention. If I misbehaved somehow, they might make me wear the stiff discipline collar, but it detracted from my appearance. It covered up the pretty white lace chokers they always made me wear. They preferred to use butt plugs when they needed to teach me a lesson. Trying to hobble around with a butt plug shifting inside me was the most trouble, but sleeping with one wasn't much fun either. At night I was so tired, they just chained me to the bed in my nightie. If I went to bed gagged and plugged, I knew I'd been a very bad girl.

At least they didn't beat me very often any more, now that I had adopted the proper slave girl attitude, and I was allowed to eat dinner after I had served everyone else. I pretended to accept it all with good cheer, counting the days to the end of summer. But finally my 13th birthday approached, which meant the summer was almost over. Donna and Sandra were discussing my outfit for birthday party when Kathy came in. I stood in my maid's uniform with head bowed in subservience. My hands weren't cuffed, but I kept them clasped in front of me anyway.

"Kathy, Donna and I are having our friends over for Alicia's birthday party. And this is a grown-up party, so I'm afraid you won't be able to play with her tomorrow night."

"But I live here. Can't I come to the party too?"

"We're going to tape the party so you can see it later," Donna said.

I looked up in fright. Whatever they had planned for me was going to be on videotape?

"I'll work the camcorder for you," Kathy said. "I'm promise I'll stay out of the way."

Donna thought for a moment. "All right," she said, and turned to me. "You don't mind having your sister at your birthday party, do you, little sissy?"

I gulped and shook my head. Then Donna and Kathy left me alone with Sandra.

"Actually we have another surprise in store for you today," she said, giving me her evil smile.

I didn't want to know what that might be. But then the doorbell rang. I looked around to see if Donna or Kathy were still nearby.

"Don't you think you should answer the door?" Sandra asked.

I looked around helplessly. I didn't want anyone else to see me dressed up in this ridiculous outfit. How in the world was I going to explain the leash and collar around my neck? But Sandra wasn't going to answer the door. She gave me a stern look, and pointed at the door.

Off I went like a good little servant to humiliate myself in front of whoever decided to visit. I opened the door to find Jennifer. And next to her was Jeremy. Oh, happy day.

"Surprise!" Jennifer said cheerily. We won't be able to make it to your birthday party tomorrow, so Kathy asked us to come over today."

"How thoughtful of you," I lied.

"Wow, you look great, Alicia," Jeremy said, gaping at me. "I only half believed that you liked being a slave, but now I can see for myself."

"Won't you please come in?" I said, showing off my outfit, so I could shut this door before anyone else saw me.

"Guess what I'm going to give you for our birthday?" Jeremy asked, practically drooling at the sight of me.

"Oh, I couldn't even guess," I said. And I didn't want to, either.

Chapter 15
It's Better To Give Than Receive

"Alicia, why don't you go play with Jeremy upstairs in your room?" Sandra said. "And be sure to share your toys with him."

She didn't have to ask twice. Jeremy grabbed my leash, and we were off.

A minute later, Jeremy had me on all fours on my bedroom floor. "I've missed you something awful, Alicia. I don't know anyone else who's as submissive as you. No one else likes to play these games."

"That's me, little miss submissive," I offered, as he stuck his hands inside my panties.

"I'm glad you like being a girl, because I have to be the one on top. I guess I'm just not as secure as you are."

Then he lubricated me, and I almost jumped. "Are you all right, honey?" he asked. The concern in his voice was plain.

I hesitated for a moment. "Yes, Jeremy," was all I could say.

"Oh gee, I almost forgot how you like being in bondage. Would you feel more comfortable if I tied you up?"

"No!" I said, almost shouting. "I mean I'm fine the way I am."

And then he started in, sliding his cock in and out, grinding against my ass. Over and over, he kept thrusting into me, his groans getting louder and louder.

I wanted to get up and run away. So far away that no one would ever find me. But no, I had to stay here bent over, and let him fuck me to his heart's content. And then I had to pretend it was good for me, too. Again and again, his body slammed up against my ass, and finally he came inside me.

Afterward we sat on the carpet and cuddled together, with him telling me how much he had missed me.

"I didn't even get the chance to talk to you the day we met at Jennifer's place. I'm dying to find out more about you."

"Oh, there really isn't much to tell," I mumbled.

"But how long have you been pretending to be a girl? And when did you know you wanted to be a girl?" he asked, his innocent eyes studying me.

"Uh, it happened real suddenly, as a matter of fact. This summer, in fact."

"Wow, I can't wait to get to know you better," he said. "I think you're really cute." And then he took me in his arms.

Here we go again, I thought. His mouth was wide open as he kissed me, his tongue probing against mine. There was no point in resisting; it would only make things worse. Besides, he was the only person I knew who didn't enjoy beating me up. It wasn't fair – why does the only person sexually attracted to me have to be a boy? I embraced him, and kissed him back. Despite my aching butt, I pretended to enjoy myself as he slobbered all over me.

After enjoying me for a few more minutes, he said, "Alicia, I'd like you to kiss me again," and then pointed to his cock, which was now erect again.

Didn't he know where that cock had been? Even as it grew, I could see little flecks of shit on it.

"Um, couldn't you wash it off, first?"

"Sorry, Alicia, there isn't time," he said, and pulled my head down toward it.

I resigned myself to my fate. I stroked his swollen balls, wrinkled my nose, and started licking the head of his cock. It tasted as awful as I expected, but after sliding him in and out only a few times, he came in my mouth. And on my chin. And on my neck.

Then he sat back against the bed. "Now you can wash up," he said. "I'd better be going soon anyway."

I hurried to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up, taking care to repair my lipstick and fix my makeup. By the time I got back to the bedroom, he had dressed and was ready to leave.

"I'm sorry I had you clean off my cock like that, Alicia," he said. "I know that was thoughtless of me, but I just couldn't wait. But next time I promise I'll let you suck my cock first."

"Gee, thanks. I can hardly wait," I replied.

Downstairs, I curtsied as our two guests departed. Only after Jeremy and Jennifer left did Sandra see my long face.

"What's the matter, Alicia? Didn't you have a good time? Jeremy was so happy to see you!" she said.

"The matter is he's a boy," I grumbled.

"Well, don't you worry. There'll be plenty of girls at your birthday party," she said, patting me on the shoulders. "And tomorrow you'll learn about pleasure and pain; how they're different, and how they're the same."

Helplessly, I looked up at her; the evil grin on her face made me shiver.

But it was Donna who spent the next day preparing me for my birthday party. First teaching me to be properly respectful of the guests, and then dressing me.

By 8PM, I stood with my back against a wall in the foyer. My arms stretched overhead, and my padded wrist cuffs attached to a hook above my head. Looking up, I could only catch a glimpse of my shiny red nails, because the stiff leather collar immobilized my neck. My see-through white dress barely covered my padded bra and the champagne-colored corset, whose boning was crushing me. The dress was slit to the waist, and reached only to my crotch.

For the evening, a pair of black straps with silver studs separated my cock and balls, displaying them like the crown jewels through the flimsy dress. Garters held up my fishnet stockings, and tugged against my thighs. As I waited helplessly, I swayed to and fro on five-inch [12½cm] stiletto heels. The plug up my ass seemed to shift whenever I moved. Donna had practically drenched me in perfume, and I found the sweet scent overpowering.

My lipstick matched my nails, but worst of all was my makeup. Once Donna got through with me, it made me nostalgic for Sandra's tender attention. I had way too much frosted lipstick, more blush on my cheeks than most circus clowns, and if I wore any more mascara I think panda bears would want to mate with me. And BLUE eye shadow; even hookers don't wear blue eye shadow any more. At least my hair was almost straight now; only a few curly tendrils framed my face, and the rest of my hair hung down almost to my fake breasts. Even so, the red heart-shaped charms which adorned my ears dangled in plain sight.

"Our first guests just drove up," Donna said. "And now for the final touch." She slid a black leather blindfold over my eyes. The soft padding blocked out all the light, plunging me into darkness. I heard the door open, and my heart quickened. I didn't know who was coming in, and I could hardly breathe in this corset.

Chapter 16
Party Girl

"Alicia, there is a lady to your right," Donna said.

With that damn collar around my neck, I had to turn my whole torso to the right, and smiled. "It's nice to meet you, madam," I said.

"And there is a gentleman in front of you," Donna said.

Like a good little slave I faced forward and said, "It's nice to meet you, sir."

The moment I finished speaking, my head snapped to the side, my cheek on fire. I had forgotten to smile at the gentleman facing me, and the slap that made my ears ring was a gentle reminder.

"My apologies," Donna said, "he won't forget to smile again, I assure you."

She was right. After that I would smile every time I thought I heard anyone come near me.

"You meant this slave is really a boy?" I heard a woman say.

"Technically, that's correct," Donna said. And then I felt my dress being lifted. I gasped as she grabbed my cock, and pulled me away from the wall to display it. "This pretty little slave is biologically still a boy, but that will make the evening all the more fun."

I heard them all laugh, and then their voices trailed off as they left me. And so I greeted a dozen guests, smiling sweetly for each new arrival, even as I wondered who these people were, and what they would do to me before the evening was out. Sandra was the last to arrive, and someone announced that dinner was served. Not for me, of course.

"You don't really want to wear those clothes, do you sissy?" Sandra asked me.

I didn't know how to answer. I smiled nervously. "Whatever you want, Mistress Sandra."

What she wanted was to strip me. To see the birthday girl in her birthday suit. Still blindfolded, I felt her remove my dress, corset (thank God) and bra. She unhooked my wrists and bound them behind me. Then she made me hobble on those awful heels, bumping into furniture as I went. Soon she took hold of me, forced me down first to my knees, and then flat on my face. Quickly she hogtied me, and called for one of the men to help her.

A moment later, a pair of strong arms lifted me into the air. I gasped as he swung me around, but Donna had warned me about speaking out of turn. He placed me gently on a table, and I lay there helpless until I felt Sandra stroking my hair.

"I'm sorry you don't get anything to eat tonight, but I did bring you this to chew on."

And I felt a ball gag pressed against my lips. Like a baby bird, I popped my mouth open, and she stuck it in.

"Look at this," she called out. "Doesn't the faggot look like a little pink piglet with a red apple in his mouth?"

The room erupted in laughter, and all I could do was gnaw on the ball gag.

As I lay there hogtied, I heard the sounds of laughter and glasses being raised. An hour must have passed, and my jaw ached from the ball gag, but I heard them start talking about me. There were lots of conversations all jumbled together, but they seemed to be turning their attention to me.

Finally, Sandra addressed me, and undid my hogtie. She got me to my feet, and folded my arms behind me. With my wrists tied together, she started wrenching them upwards.

"I've got your wrists tied to your collar, sweetie, and I want to make sure it's good and tight so you don't move."

To my relief she took the gag out, and chained my ankle cuffs together. While I worked my jaw to get the stiffness out, she tied my hair back.

"You've got a new pony tail now, and I'm attaching it to a ceiling hook. So don't think about running off," she said, and patted my cheek.

I felt a tug on my hair, and whatever was binding my hair went taut. I tried to get better balance, and found that the chain connecting my ankles couldn't be more than six inches [15cm] long.

"Are you going somewhere, Alicia?" she asked me.

"No, Mistress Sandra," I mumbled.

"Good, because you'd miss all the fun."

I felt her reach behind me, and then my plug started vibrating. I stumbled and when I turned a heel, only my pony tail supported my weight. I hissed as I gritted my teeth, and quickly got my feet under me again. Again the sound of laughter.

"I don't recommend hanging by that lovely hair of yours," Sandra said. "I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. But you almost cried out, so I'd better gag you again."

My whole body went limp. Not that ball gag again.

But Sandra seemed to know what I was thinking. "I think you've had your fill of that ball gag, though. You much prefer having a cock in your mouth anyway, don't you?"

I felt the tip of a penis gag against my lips. "Yes, Mistress San 3;" I said before she shoved it in my mouth. Then I shuddered as I felt strips of leather brush against my chest.

"This is a cat-o-nine-tails," she said. "You'll learn to love it."

She flicked it against my chest. At first I barely felt it. Then it tickled me. Then she started swinging it harder. But I was used to it now. If she'd hit me like this at first, I don't know if I could have taken it.

She slapped me across the chest hard now. I gasped and struggled against my bonds. Suddenly another whip hit my back. And another my thigh. And my chest again at the same time. I had to tap dance on my spike heels to stay upright. The buzzing of my vibrator, mixed with the pain of the whips was driving me mad. Then a whip landed on my half-erect cock, jump-starting my erection. I twisted and strained, blind and aroused as the blows landed all over my body.

"Look at his little cock, he's getting stronger," I heard Sandra shout, as though she were far away.

Lost in my own little world, I felt my cock stand straight up, and I was past the point of no return. I felt myself spurting one pulse of cum after another as my whole body shook and shuddered. The whipping stopped, and I sucked on the penis gag, trying to catch my breath.

"I told you this would be fun, didn't I?" Sandra asked, caressing my face.

I tried to nod my head, and another woman said, "don't bother the little faggot now. Can't you see he's busy sucking that fake cock?"

Sandra laughed and said to me, "you won't have to make do with a fake cock tonight. We've brought plenty of them for you to try on."

By now I had enough breath back to moan in despair.

"You've had your pleasure, Alicia, and now it's time to pay the piper 3; with pain!" she said with glee.

Getting whipped didn't qualify as pain? I wondered.

"As you know, Alicia is a teenager now. This is her thirteenth birthday, and she will now receive thirteen whacks on her bottom from each member of the opposite sex at the party," she said. After some discussion, Sandra grudgingly admitted that I was a boy, and therefore it was the girls who would paddle me.

"It's just as well," she said, "because that means I get to beat you again."

Without any further warning I felt a leather strap hit my bottom. My butt plug still buzzing away, they made me tap dance on my spikes as I strained and heaved. But there was nowhere for me to go. By the time the first woman was through with me, I was sobbing through my gag.

Then a woman took hold of me, and my blindfold came off. I blinked and tried to adjust to the light. Through my tears I looked up and saw Sandra holding me.

"I think it'll be more fun if we can see you cry," she said. "So we'll leave the blindfold off."

The blindfold came off, and I blinked at the bright lights, sniffling and trying not to cry as I looked around. Then I kept blinking because I couldn't believe what I saw. A half dozen young men and the same number of women surrounded me. I stared wide-eyed at the weirdest people I ever saw. The women had tattoos, and the guys wore makeup.

Men wearing mesh shirts, high heels, makeup and earrings. I wouldn't be caught dead in public looking like that. And the women: Sandra was a model of decorum compared to her friends.

In her sensible black rubber minidress, she was the most normal-looking person in the room. A couple of the women wore leather thongs and see-through blouses, or lingerie. Most of the women wore bustiers or teddies, and nothing else. And right there in front was Kathy pointing a camcorder at me with a big smile on her face. And they went on to beat my butt and upper thighs, with Kathy recording for posterity every tear, every sob, and every twist of my writhing, straining body.

Finally it was over, and I slumped forward against my leather collar.

"Dry those tears, sweetie, or you'll ruin your makeup," Sandra said, and then asked, "now that the girls are done with you, don't you think the guys are entitled to have some fun?"

I just whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.

"Oh don't you worry, little faggot, they're not going to hit you," she said. "They're going to give you some well deserved pleasure. So far you've had to make do with sucking little boys. Now you're going to try some men on for size!"

And they could hardly wait. If those guys even had a pulse, they'd be itching to get their hands on me by now. Sandra took the gag out, and unhooked my hair from the ceiling.

"But that reminds me," she said, pointing at the floor. "You made a mess over here when you had your little accident earlier. Be a dear and clean that up for me, will you?"

I looked at the splotches of my cum on the carpet. Bound and hobbled, I minced over there, and slipped awkwardly to my knees.

"Let me help you, silly," Sandra said, and shoved my face over the largest white blob. "Kathy, get a close up of this."

As my sister giggled and knelt next to me, I had to make a face from the taste of the salty goo as I lapped it up.

"And smile for the camera when you lick up the rest of it," Sandra said.

My stomach was turning and I wanted to cry again as I heard the camera whirring. I licked up the next dot of cum, turned to the camera, and smiled gamely like the beaten slave I was.

When I had licked up the last drop, Sandra said, "that was just the appetizer. Now you're going to get the main course."

She dragged me over to a hook in the floor, made me kneel, and chained my crotch strap to it. "What do you think?" she asked one of the men. "Isn't this little slut your wet dream?"

A big strong guy with a shock of black hair planted a chair in front of me. He dropped his pants and sat down, revealing seven inches [18cm] of erection.

"Love your makeup," the guy said, and then asked Sandra. "are you sure the little faggot can handle this?"

"No problem," she said, laughing. "Alicia can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!"

The whole room roared with laughter, Kathy most of all, but I couldn't do a thing about it. On my knees, chained to the floor, my spiked heels tied together, and my arms locked behind me to a heavy collar, I wasn't going anywhere. No one had to give me any instructions. Kathy sat beside me, hardly able to keep a straight face, as I leaned forward toward a bulging reddish- purple mass of meat.

All six guys had me, and none of them needed any help getting it up. But all of them made me lick their cocks clean. I didn't know I could drink so much cum without throwing up. I didn't get it all, of course, and more and more landed on my face. I must have looked like a baby with food all over his face. Except it wasn't food. My makeup was beyond repair, but the girls were nice enough to freshen up my lipstick after every blow job. Sandra kept telling me how there's something about having a bright red pair of lips wrapped around your cock that guys really go for. And Kathy was there to record every moment.

Finally the evening was over, and I lay slumped on the floor, still bound. All the guests had gone, and Kathy turned off my butt plug.

"This was a neat party," she said. "I can't wait to show this tape to Arcadia!"

The next day Craig came over to watch the tape of my birthday party with Kathy. I had to kneel before him on the living room carpet, my wrists and ankles tightly bound with white cotton rope to match my maid's apron and uniform. He didn't last through five minutes of the video before he unzipped his pants, and dragged my face into his crotch. Moments later, he spurted cum all over my face, still watching the video.

Twenty minutes later, he had me again with similar results.

"It's too bad we have to use the camcorder to play back the video," Kathy told me. "I'd love to be taping you right now."

Craig relaxed, having left me with two loads of cum on my face and hair, and contented himself with watching the rest of the video. When it ended, and he got up to leave, Arcadia showed up. Just what I needed. The ropes were biting into my wrists and ankles, and I had Craig's sperm all over my face. As I knelt with my head bowed, Craig kicked me in the side to get my attention.

"Hey sissy, you're in the company of two attractive ladies now. Which one do you think is prettier?"

"What?" I gasped, wincing from the pain in my side.

"Look, faggot, I know you're not interested in girls, but which one is prettier?"

I looked up to see my sister and Arcadia standing over me while Craig let himself out. With all the pain and humiliation they had caused me, this was the last thing I wanted to think about. Arcadia had that sweet girl-next-door look, while Kathy looked older, and had a more sophisticated beauty.

As they waited, Kathy picked up a gnarled cane, and said, "an excellent question. We're waiting for your answer."

I swallowed, and looked at Arcadia. I was horrified to see that she was idly twirling a whip around her forearm. "Yes, Alicia, we're getting tired of waiting. Which one of us do you think is prettier?"

I gasped, and looked from the face of one girl to the other. Both were beautiful, but neither one looked very happy. And no matter which one I chose, the other one was going to be disappointed. And me? Somehow, I think I'm going to be a lot more than just disappointed. It wasn't a question of beauty any more. I had to decide which one would be less likely to kill me.

"We'll make it easy for you," Kathy said. "You don't even have to say a word. Just kiss the feet of the girl you think is pretty.

And the two of them stood over me. Kathy grabbed my hair, and shoved me face down, flat on my stomach. Finally I decided that Kathy might torment me, but wouldn't seriously injure me. With Arcadia I wasn't sure. I never knew what she might do to me, and I didn't expect Kathy to leap to my defense.

"You're both very pretty, but I can only pick one," I said, turned my head to the left, and kissed Arcadia's shoe. Immediately, she pulled me up to my knees, smiled, and patted me on the head. But my sister did not seem as happy. The veins bulging in her neck were probably a good indication that she was not pleased with my decision.

"I think I'd better leave you two alone now," Arcadia said. "I'll come back and watch the video of the birthday party later." She tousled my hair and left.

That left just the two of us. WIth me bound and helpless at my sister's feet.

Chapter 17
Summer's End

When I'm dressed up, I can pass for a girl without any trouble. My corset and padding give me a nice shapely figure. I wear earrings and jewelry and I'm learning to walk and carry myself like a girl. My wardrobe of frilly clothes is growing, as is my hair – almost as long and soft as my sister's. My face is prettier than most girls, and I'm very good at making myself up now. My cock is almost always tied between my legs to avoid any telltale bulge. And I don't even want to think about what those estrogen pills are doing to me. But no matter how much I look like a girl, that doesn't mean I understand them.

A few months ago (back when I still looked like a boy), if anyone told me that another boy was better looking than me, it wouldn't have mattered to me. Apparently, girls take their looks a lot more seriously than boys. I found that out after Arcadia left. I had no idea that my opinion mattered to Kathy so much; but she demonstrated that to me at great length.

I tried to tell her she was pretty, and that I was afraid of what Arcadia might do to me, but she slapped me across the face to silence me.

"Another word out of you, and I'll mess up that pretty face of yours for good," she snarled at me.

I didn't say another word. My cheek burning, I knelt silently as she hogtied me. Thankfully, she didn't tie me very tightly. There was plenty of slack in the ropes, so I figured she wasn't really mad at me. Then she picked up the wooden cane! Face down, I tried to turn my head to follow her as she walked around, my vision riveted on the cane.

"Don't worry, you little bastard. I'm not going to hit you with this," she said, kneeling beside me with her face close to mine. "Unless you want me to."

I let out a sigh of relief. Why would I ever want to get hit with that thing? Then she slipped the cane under the rope binding my ankles and wrists, and hoisted it. My shoulders ached as my arms were forced upward. But the worst was yet to come; she started twisting the rope.

The ropes tightened around my wrists and ankles as she twirled the cane. "How does that feel, you little ingrate?" she asked. "Oh, I forgot! You're not allowed to speak, are you?"

I gritted my teeth as the ropes bit my wrists. After a couple more twists I had to cry out. "Mistress Katherine, please stop!" I begged. "You'll leave marks on my wrists, and school starts next week."

"Would that embarrass you, little faggot?" she sneered at me. "Don't you want the other kids to know what you are?" And she twisted the cane again.

"No!" I groaned.

"But honesty is the best policy, sweetie. Don't you want everyone to know you're a kinky, perverted, cocksucking slut?"

"No," I begged as I struggled against the ropes. "Please untie me before I get bruised."

"You're so talkative, Alicia. I thought you knew better than that," she said, giving the cane another twist. "Do I have to gag you?"

Tears trickling down my face, I begged her to let me go. Finally she relaxed the tension on the ropes a bit, giving me a chance to breathe.

"I'll give you a choice," she said. "I can use this cane to twist you up like a pretzel, or I can use it to beat your ass. Which would you prefer?"

By now I was covered with sweat, my heart pounding. I didn't have time to think clearly, but it didn't matter. I didn't have a choice, and she knew it. "You can use the cane to beat me," I whispered.

"Are you sure, sweetie?" she asked. "If you are, then ask me nicely. I don't want there to be any misunderstanding when I whip your ass."

"Please beat me, Mistress Katherine," I moaned.

I lay in bed that night face down in my wrist and ankle cuffs. Kathy had beaten my upper thighs and butt so badly that I had cried for hours. Even now the pain kept me awake. But at least she hadn't left any marks on me. At least none that would show. My butt would wear the imprint of her cane for the next few days. But I wouldn't have to go to school with big red welts on my wrists.

All I had to do was survive another week, and the summer would be over. And surely my birthday party was the worst of it. From here on it would be all downhill, I hoped. But then the door opened. I tried to turn, to look over my shoulder. And then she was on me, her hair spilling over my shoulders and the back of my neck. A pair of hands unbuckled my gag, and I spit it out. What did my sister want now?

She grabbed my shoulders, and turned me over. I winced as my sore butt hit the sheets.

"Did you miss me?" she whispered.

"Arcadia!" I gasped, recognizing her. She wore only a T-shirt and shorts. "Does anyone know you're here?"

"My mom said I could sleep over. After all, why should she mind if I stay over with the two girls next door?"

"No reason at all," I said, my voice cracking, as she climbed on top of me. My poor butt and thighs burned, as I felt Arcadia's full weight resting on my chest. What else could happen to me today?

"You said I was beautiful. Did you really mean that?" she asked, tracing my cheek with her finger.

I nodded my head.

"I'll bet Kathy was a little upset over that," she said.

"Maybe more than a little," I agreed.

"Then you deserve a reward, don't you think? I mean if you got beat up just because you said I was prettier than your sister, the least I could do is make it up to you."

Oh, no! Heaven only knows what she had in mind. "No, please. I wouldn't think of it. You don' t need to do anything to me. I mean FOR me. I'm fine here, really. I'll just go to sleep now 3;"

"I don't think so," she whispered, squeezing my mouth shut.

I gazed up at her; in the dim light she was even more beautiful. If only she weren't crazy. She let go of me, and got on her hands and knees; then she lay on top of me, face to face. Her warm body rested on top of mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, her face nuzzling against mine; this was a heck of a time to be bound and helpless. The scent of her, the feel of her soft but firm body against mine; she could tease and torment me in ways Kathy never could.

Finally I tried to speak, but she smothered my mouth with a wet kiss. And then another, with her tongue probing my mouth. My instincts took over. I kissed her again, and I felt my cock harden. She must have felt it too, because even as we kissed, she reached down and grabbed hold of my penis.

Suddenly, I came back to reality, and she had my full attention. Taking firm hold of my cock has a way of doing that to me.

"Does it still work?" she asked. "You've been a girl for so long now. Those pills you've been taking 3; "

"It's hard, isn't it?" I said, calling on the last remnants of my male pride.

"Kathy showed me the video of your party tonight. Wimps like you really turn me on, you know that?" she cooed. "I dream about having a helpless little runt in my power."

I wanted to scream for help, but I was afraid even to speak. She could choke me before I got my mouth open. But then she kissed me again, and I felt her breasts against me. Her nipples were as hard as erasers! This was getting out of hand; she bounced up and down on me, and then flung her shorts across the room!

"What 3; what?" I stammered.

She didn't answer, and burrowed her face past my chin, across my neck. My penis was rock hard now; I was as aroused as I was scared.

"Arcadia, what are you 3;" I started to say, and then winced in pain. She had bitten the side of my neck.

"Shut up!" she rasped, tightening her grip on my penis. I lay there afraid to move, and she placed my cock against her groin. I swallowed deeply; whatever she wanted to do, I could only go along for the ride. Her pussy was so wet that I slid inside her, and she ground her hips against me.

This wasn't how I hoped to lose my virginity, bound and helpless with a girl on top of me. But it was out of my hands now, as she wrapped her legs around me. I grabbed the straps that bound my wrists, and strained against them. As I came inside her, she sank her teeth into my shoulder. Crying out from pain and passion, I drowned out her grunts as I shot one load after another into her.

Finally she collapsed on top of me, both of us covered in sweat. "Not bad," she said, as she admired the teeth marks on my shoulder. "You may have some use after all."

"Thanks," I gasped. I was still alive. Even so, I wasn't sure I wanted to take my chances with her again.

But the next day, things were back to normal. Kathy made me wear Arcadia's pink dress, and dragged me down to the salon.

"What would you like me to do with her?" Jennifer asked my sister.

"Sweetie, I think you'd look nice with bangs, don't you?" Kathy asked.

"I 3; I don't know-" I started to say, and Kathy pulled out a black magic marker.

"Since you think Arcadia's prettier than me, I figure it must be her hairstyle that you like so much. Now hold still," she said, and started writing on my forehead.

A few seconds later she was done. She stood back to admire her handiwork, and Jennifer giggled. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. There were three two-inch [5cm] high letters on my forehead. Even backwards in the mirror, I could read it in a glance. My forehead said "FAG" in great big black letters.

"Now about that new hairstyle of yours?" Jennifer asked.

"Please make my hair cover this," I begged.

And so Jennifer cut my hair in straight bangs. My hair was so long that no one would ever mistake me for a boy, no matter what clothes I wore. Now all I had to do was make it home alive so I could wash my forehead. All it would take was one gust of wind for me to proclaim my sexual orientation to the world. But even as I walked home, with my sister exhorting me to toss my hair in the breeze, I took comfort that it was the end of August, and the worst summer of my life was nearly over.

When we got home, Kathy made me show off my forehead for Ron.

"I guess it pays to advertise," he said with a laugh. "Are you the poster fag for Gay Pride Month?"

"May I please wash this off, Mistress Katherine?" I asked.

"You can try, faggot, but that's an indelible marker. And if you're a bad little girl, I'll have that tattooed on your forehead."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I turned to leave, but Ron pointed at two large boxes on the living room floor.

"Wait a minute. Ladies, I've enrolled both of you in a private school. The same one Craig and Arcadia attend. These are your school uniforms."

I opened the first box and found pink blazers, and red and white plaid skirts. "This one must be yours," I said to Kathy, and bent over the other box.

She just grinned and shook her head. I didn't understand until I opened the other box and found more skirts and blazers.

"That one WAS yours, sweetie," she said, rubbing my back.

"You can't mean 3; " I said, as I felt all the blood drain from my face.

"I have enrolled Kathy and Alicia Peterson in school," Ron said. "Explain it to her, Kathy."

As Ron left, I stood dumbfounded, staring at a plaid skirt.

"I can't," I said. "I can't go to school as a girl. I thought this was just for the summer."

"And let that cute haircut go to waste after only a few days?" she asked, stroking my hair. "No, I want the boys at school to think you're pretty."

"They'll kill me, and you know it," I groaned.

"Not if they think you're a pretty girl. Why do you think Donna went to all the trouble of teaching you how to act like a proper young lady? And if you keep taking those estrogen pills, you might grow a little pair of breasts soon. See, we've done a lot of planning for this."

"You 3; you mean you were going to do this to me all along?"

"I always wanted a little sister," she said with a smile. "And now my little sister is going to make some new friends at school. Craig has a lot of friends who'd love to meet you."

"Noooo," I moaned.

"Yeees," she said, mocking me. "And don't forget about your little boyfriend Jeremy. We'll have to have him come over and visit; he really got a kick out of you in your French maid outfit."

"No, please 3;"

"Of course, you have to wear the school uniform, but after school you'll come straight home and change into your maid's uniform to do all the cooking and cleaning. Donna will see to that."

"I can't do this, it's too much," I said, starting to cry.

"Between school and being my slave girl, I'm afraid you won't have much time for a social life, but I imagine Arcadia will be coming over all the time, and you know how much Craig loves to see you."

I put my head in my hands and whimpered, tears running down my cheeks, and she took me in her arms.

"There, there, little sis. Arcadia gave you one last night as a boy. Now why don't you try on that uniform for me?" she said, smoothing out my bangs. "I think it'll match your red ball gag, and you'll look so cute once you're hogtied in our new school colors."

And so Alicia's summer vacation ended not just with her hair in bangs, but also whimpering. OK, it's not much of a literary allusion. Our story ends with a feminized 13-year-old boy facing the prospect of pretending to be a proper young lady at school, while he lives as a slave girl at home. It sounds like the year ahead promises even more adventures for Alicia.

The End

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