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The Replacement - part 2
by
B. Pink
Before reading this I suggest that you read The Replacement,
as the story continues on from that.
In the dark confines of the box, and despite the gas that was
sedating me panic was coursing through me. I felt the box
lifted up and carried. I shook my head trying to get the mask
off me, trying to be able to scream for help. The box was
roughly put down, a door slammed and I heard an engine start.
For what seemed only minutes the vehicle that I was obviously
in travelled at a speed that bumped me around. My struggles
had subsided, my restraints holding firm. I was damp from
both sweat and the wet underwear that I was wearing. I tried
to think of where we could have stopped. My struggles resumed
as I realised it had to be the small private airport just
outside town.
I wriggled the body that I inhabited, the girl's body, she
was supposed to be here not me, furiously starting to sob as
the straps would not budge. The box was again lifted. NOOOOOOOO
my mind screamed, as I pictured a small private plane that
those evil looking women intended to put me on.
Once on that plane I was lost, being flown to a country that
was alien to me, to people that for some reason wanted
desperately to subject Amy, the real Amy to unknown horrors.
I thought back to when I had looked in the mirror and saw the
transformation that the old woman had made on me. She had
made me the exact copy of her grand daughter Amy.
I looked and sounded exactly like the intended victim. The box
was being carried and soon was placed down again. Again I heard
a door slam, but this time not a car or van door, it was the
distintive noise made by a plane door.
Silence for a time, and then the roar of engines enhanced my
horror. Movement as I felt the plane moving down the small
runway of the private airport. As a child I had watched
joyfully as the planes landed and departed, wanting to be
on board those exciting looking craft.
I did not want to be on this one, I did not want to be in
the body of a 16 year old girl, I wanted to go back home,
maybe go up the pub, laugh with my friends about the day,
discuss the football, anything but this. In my horizontal
position I could not tell if the aircraft had taken off
but the roar of the engines dimmed somewhat. That told
me that we were now cruising. My eyes filled with tears,
I was scared. Why did I take on this job, the ?10,000 to
kidnap the girl was easy money, that was why.
As a private investigator I had done many things that
normal people would shy away from. I made my living from
other's misery. Trapping unfaithful husbands and wives.
Digging up the dirt on people, totally unconcerned about
the results on their lives. No task too big or small, no
task too dirty as long as the money was right.
My mind turned to Amy, the real Amy not me. I wondered
what she had done that had made her step-sister so angry with
her. She was only a young girl, I could not believe that it
was anything that bad. Ingrid and Helga had spoken of Astrid
as if she was their Mistress.
I tried to plan what I would say when I met her. I would
explain what had happened, she would be aware of her grand
mother's powers. That was it, I would use reason. Soon I
would be back home and I would find that old woman and make
her change me back to male I had been, and wanted to be. The
thought of being trapped in this body did not bear thinking
about.
I must have dozed off, the jolt of the landing awoke me. Soon
the box was lifted and again put onto another vehicle. The
drive seemed to take ages but eventually the motor transport
stopped and again the box with me in it was lifted and carried.
On the straight for a while and then tilted as if we were going
down some steps, the muffled voices talking in foreign language.
The box was dropped to the floor which hurt me. The lid was
opened, and three faces peered down at me. Helga and Ingrid
I reconised, the other must have been Astrid I thought. She
had long blond hair, certainly not attractive but not ugly
either. Her smile made me shudder, she looked evil. The mask
was taken from my head and the straps undone and I was lifted
from the box.
I still had the tape on my mouth and my hands and feet were
still secured with the plastic ties. I was taken to the middle
of the room, a room that looked like a dungeon, and put in
a kneeling position. If only they would remove the tape I
could explain and get out of here. Another rope was attached
to my wrists, it was looped over a beam. I grunted into the
gag as it was pulled, forcing my arms up and my head down.
A pair of booted feet walked into my eyeline, which now was
just the floor.
?So Amy, my dear step-sister we meet again? said the accented
voice from above me. I tried to talk, tried to explain, the gag
stopped me. The right booted foot came under my chin and lifted
it. I lifted my eyes and followed the leg of her boot up to her
thigh, I could see her panties under a short what looked like
PVC dress. Up the dress and to her face. It smiled down at me,
not a sisterly smile, but that of a victor standing over the
defeated.
She lowered her boot and my head dropped to a more comfortable
position. Astrid squatted, her legs either side of my head and
pulled my hair so that agin I was looking at her. With her free
hand she riped off the tape that gagged me.I immediately started
to speak even though my mouth was dry and arid.
?You have got the wrong person, I am not Amy, I was paid to get
her for you and then this old woman changed me into Amy?. She
smiled constantly as I gabbled on trying to convince her. The
girl's voice that emitted from my mouth did not give the best
impression of my male self. From her cleavage she pulled a piece
of paper and unfolded it. Slowly still smiling she placed it
on the floor in front of me. I looked at the words, my breathing
getting faster as I did.
She told me that Ingrid had found it several months ago when
she had broken into the apartment that Amy had lived in with
her mother.
Dear Amy,
As you know I cannot always be with you and you must live in
fear of Astrid. Should she ever get hold of you I will do my
best to rescue you. Her threats are real. Try to make her believe
that you are not really Amy, that you are really someone else
trapped in her body. She knows of my powers and will hopefully
believe you. If she does not believe the story it will at
least give me more time to find and rescue you.
Please take care little Princess
Love
Grandmother
?But its true.....I am not Amy, I?m a man, you got to.....
My speech was stopped as a rubber ballgag was forced into my
mouth by either Helga or Ingrid. It was tightly tied behind my
head.
?You and YOUR paternal grandmother think that I am stupid, but
I have got you Amy, little Princess Amy and now you are mine to
play with and use as I want?.
I tried to plead but just indicypheral grunts came from my
gagged mouth.
?I knew that it was a mistake when my father married your mother,
he took on you and that slut of a mother of yours and in three
years he was dead?. I listened to her, the passion, the hatred
spitting from her mouth.
?You were the pretty little thing that always got everything,
when I first saw you I was 11 and you were 6 and even then I
was ignored, treated like an outsider whilst you were the pretty
one that everyone loved. At 16, I should have inherited my
fathers money but the will was changed, you and your mother got
it all, I left and made my own way?.
She stopped for a moment, smiled and looked around. ?Now I have
all this, my husband who you will meet later was a millionaire,
and I say was because I have control of his money and estate now,
he is now my slave, or should I say maid, after the alterations
that I have had carried out on him?. She laughed, the other
two joined in.
?You little Amy are here for my pleasure and my revenge, your
virgin little orifices are mine and my female lovers to probe
and penetrate? her fingers caressed my face.
She stood and spoke to Ingrid and Helga ?Strip her and chain her?.
The two women released my hands and feet and roughly ripped my
clothes off. My resistance was easily overcome. Once naked my
wrists were chained behind my back and my ankles togther. I
still tried to tell Astrid that she had got the wrong person
but the gag prevented me saying any understandable words. I
watched helplessly as a steel collar was padlocked around my neck.
?Put her in her cage? Astrid said and the two women dragged me
to the 4? x 4? x 4? cage that sat on the floor by the far wall.
I was pushed in and the door padlocked shut. The thigh booted and
PVC clad woman that was to be my tormentor stood by the cage
looking down at the teenaged inhabitant.
?We are going out tonight so you will have some time to think
over what is going to happen to you, later my maid will bring
you some food, dog food, very appropriate, we are going to
make you into a slut, and the English call sluts dogs don?t
they?. She laughed loudly, the three of them laughed as they
looked down at me, chained, caged and helpless.
I looked though the thick bars pleadingly, wanting to go home,
not wanting the pain, humiliation and torment that I was to
suffer for another.
They left the room still laughing. My eyes scanned the room,
the dungeon, looking at the items of equipment that seemed to
fill each space. I shuddered as I saw cruel looking whips. I
cried, my tears rolling down my face. No one knew that I was
here other than Amy and her grandmother, they weren?t going to
save me. I was alone. My head dropped and I saw the female
body that was now me, the body that Astrid loathed or was it
envied and was going to use for pleasure.
I wanted to scream for help.......... but knew it was useless.
End of part 2
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