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Born Under A Lucky Star By Stefanie Flowers Despite an unfortunate start in life, I believed that I had been born under a lucky star. Right now it's light was obscured by heavy clouds but at some time in the future the sky would clear, it's light fill the sky and good fortune would come to me. That thought was all that kept me going during the darkest days of my very troublesome childhood. Having paid my dues as a child I was sure to benefit from good luck and fortune for the rest of my life. I only ever knew being an orphan. My single mother died giving me birth. She took the secret of my fathers identity with her to the grave. I did not hold that against her but it sure ruined my chances for a better childhood. Maybe she had been protecting me from him, who know's? Whatever the case, I spent my whole childhood at the orphanage. Given little in the way of love, I was instead well schooled in the ways of cruelty. As a young child I was continually intimidated and bullied by the other kids. I was smaller and skinnier than all of my peers. I had good looks but not the kind you would want for it drew the wrong kind of attention. The adults chose to ignore my pleas for help and protection. Apparently I had an over active imagination or was a liar trying to cause mischief. I was told to, "Toughen up!, Be a man", or better yet, "Don't be such a cry baby!" My sullenness and morose disposition meant that I was not considered a good poster child for the facility. I was kept well out of sight when prospective parents came to select one of the orphanage's little angels for adoption. All too often, I would despondently look on as the lucky little snots were picked up to be taken home by doting new parents. I told myself to be patient, that soon my time too would come. Of course it never did. I was labeled a 'difficult' child, one best raised under the strict discipline of an orphanage. As the days passed by I toughened up and slowly but surely became a teenager. Though still a weakling among my peers, I was bigger and stronger than all of the younger kids. They were such easy targets to boost my tattered ego! Since no one had shown me any pity at their age, they would receive none from me. The older boys acted as prefects in the younger boys dorms. At every opportunity, I mercilessly bullied and tormented them in payback for the indignities that I had suffered at their age. I know, you'd think I'd have some compassion and understanding for those as unfortunate as me. Not so, for my newfound power was both exhilarating and comforting to me. And so the cycle of abuse was repeated. One kid in particular sticks in my memory. David was all the things that I could never be. Tall and muscular for his age, he was obviously going to grow into a strong handsome man. But for now he was smaller than me and totally at my mercy. I gave him a very hard time making him relive my hellish childhood experiences. Always confiscating what little pocket money he had was the least of his problems. At first I saw to it that water was poured onto his bed sheets at night. Not only did he have to sleep in a wet bed but I made sure to expose him in the morning as a sissy bed wetter. Then I ramped up my campaign of torment by casting derogatory aspersions as to his sexuality. In front of his peers, I repeatedly commented that he was too pretty and feminine to be a boy. He should stop pretending and openly accept his true nature as a sissy. Being generous, I volunteered to start his training by reaming out his sissy hole. Despite his protestations and denials, all of his classmates heard the taunts and started to call him Sissy. Much to my delight the name stuck and everyone used his new name. I knew from personal experience that there were some boys who might actually force him to accept what I had only taunted. Even if they didn't, he would constantly live in fear of the threat. It made me feel good that I had so belittled him and redefined his identity to be that of a sissy; someone who would otherwise have been a very popular boy. The truth is he was everything that I wanted to be and wasn't, so I took that away from him. In my mind, it was only fair that he be as unhappy and miserable as I had been. By the time I was seventeen I had forgotten all about David. Bullying had served it's purpose. With newly minted self esteem I would soon be escaping this hell hole of an orphanage. Only 5' 8" tall, I still had a skinny wiry body and narrow shoulders. No matter how much I worked out in the gym my muscles would not develop into the manly frame that I so desired. Worse, I had finely chiseled facial features that, to be honest, looked a little feminine. Every time I looked into the mirror I lied to myself by pretending I saw a manly handsome face that women would find irresistible. In truth, it looked quite androgynous; no manly stubble, just a soft peach fuzz of facial hair. Finally a young man at eighteen, I was let loose on society. It was time for my lucky star to deliver good fortune. I was intelligent and able to quickly make my way through the college classes. Since I was an orphan, the state and college were very generous with grants and scholarships. Life at college was such an improvement over the orphanage. I was no longer teased or bullied, at least only rarely, and I even managed to pursue having girlfriends. I liked to think that I had developed this macho style of chatting girls up and found that I could get dates by acting cocky and being very persistent, though somehow getting a second date was always a problem. It was getting close to October and the big Halloween bash at college. It would make my name as a stud if I could get this girl, Rachel, to be my date for the evening. She was known as a party girl but someone who never dated. Many had tried to seduce her but all had failed. She was the most popular girl in class and totally out of my league. But what did I have to lose? My attempts were at first politely declined, then out rightly refused. However, as I stubbornly continued my plight for a date with her. Her desperate pleas for me to stop pestering her fell on deaf ears. She had not called me any loathsome names or slapped my face so obviously she was not serious about her refusals, just playing hard to get. I was just about to give her up as a lost cause when she astonished me by saying yes. Admittedly it was not an enthusiastic yes. In fact, the actual word yes was not even spoken. But to all intents and purposes she had said yes. My stubborn efforts had paid off. I had completed mission impossible! Giving me a resigned sigh she said, "OK, you persistent little shit. You can accompany me but don't let it go to your head, you're so not my type. I'm only doing this because I can't take it any more and need you to stop pestering me. Be warned, I already have plans for the party and you'll just have to fit in with them, no if's and or buts." I enthusiastically accepted her terms and asked what the plans were. "Well, half the fun of a Halloween party is going in disguise. My girl friends and I have a theme in mind and you'll need to go along with it by dressing appropriately." I was so happy that I did not think to enquire about the theme. I should have realized something was up, but I arrogantly assumed that I had won her over. This hot sexy girl was going to be my date. If I played it right I could possibly charm and win her over to being my steady girlfriend. However, I didn't go in for dressing up in costume. To me, dressing up for a date was a clean T-shirt, jeans and pair of socks. I was put out by thought of having to wear a costume. Where would I get a suitable one at such short notice? She read my face like an open book. "I'm going to dress up and be pretty so I expect the same from you. I can see from that lost in the headlights look you're going to be totally helpless at this so I'll see to your costume myself." Now smiling coyly at me she continued, "Something that makes the most of your fine attributes. You really have the potential to be quite pretty." Though puzzled by her choice of words I knew when I was ahead of the game and readily agreed to her offer. She had probably meant to say handsome and not pretty. I thought no more about it until the day of the party. I entered her dorm room expecting to have some kind of macho superhero disguise awaiting me. Obviously for her date, she would want to be accompanied by a manly looking stud. Rachel was already dressed for the party. Boy, did she look sizzling hot in her form fitting costume. She was dressed in a glittering faerie outfit replete with wings attached to the back of a tight fitting corset. I'm in for a lot of fun tonight I thought as I took in the pleasing sight of her scantily dressed figure and exposed breasts. Perhaps I would be going as an ogre or a wizard, possibly even as her faerie king. Rachel directed me into the bathroom with instructions to lather up all over with her body soap and then get showered. I wasn't too happy with the feminine scent but followed her instructions. Climbing out of the shower and toweling myself dry I was angry to find out that I had been tricked. My body was now hairless; a bald head and no eyebrows, not even any hair you know where! Worse, my clothes had disappeared to be replaced by some kind of girly looking outfit. Also laying out on the bed were silicon breast forms. Shocked that she expected me to dress en femme I yelled, "Bring back my normal clothes Rachel. I can't dress like this. I'll be the laughing stock of the party." Rachel just laughed and said, "Of course you won't. Don't worry, no one will think you are anything other than a pretty girl in a party costume." In no way was I willing to go to a party cross dressed as a girl. I was determined to renege on our deal, even if it meant missing out on our date. She would have none of that and stubbornly refused to return my clothes. Worse, she called all of her dorm mates into the room and introduced me as Melanie, her date for the evening. It seemed the costume theme tonight was faeries and we would all be going dressed as such to the party. Just my luck I thought. Rachel must be a lesbian. Why else would she want her date to look like a girl and change my name from Mark to Melanie? "Girls, Melanie needs some help getting ready," instructed Rachel to the other faeries. I was ready to put up a fight when Rachel whispered in my ear, "I'll make it worthwhile for you to go along with the fun tonight." Alright, I thought, maybe I'm wrong and she's not a lesbian. Not someone a hot as her! I had already been humiliated in front of all these girls so I may as well play along especially if Rachel was going to make it' worth my while' later on after the party. Perhaps there would be an orgy with all of her faerie companions! As a team they transformed me into Rachel's vision of a Halloween date. First they glued the breasts to my chest. Then I was given the choice of wearing a gaff with lifelike looking vagina or locking me in a metal she- male chastity belt. Obviously I chose the gaff. There was no way I would place myself locked up in chastity at the mercy of these girls. The girls giggled at my choice saying that I was obviously a party girl. They glued the gaff onto my penis and genital area such that it looked like a very realistic vagina. Even nude I was now a pretty convincing female, one that I was told would have to sit to pee. Teasing me, they said the vaginal slit was fully functional and I could couple with a guy without being discovered as a man. Hell would freeze over first I thought to myself. I was laced tightly into a pink satin corset with built in platform bra. This gave me a very feminine hourglass shape. Glittering star shaped pasties were attached to my fake nipples. Then I had to step into pink satin ruffled panties. At least I didn't have to wear a scanty thong like some of the girls wore. White nylons were slid up my legs and clipped to garters hanging from the corset. I found the feel of nylon clad legs slipping over one another to be quite electrifying and was grateful for the fake vagina for it kept my penis constrained and under control. As I grimaced and tried to control my excitement the faerie girls giggled in delight and continued laugh as they transformed me to look just like one of them. After stepping into a pink tutu I sat to have the silver sandals with 3" stiletto heels strapped to my feet. To complete the faerie theme, Rachel then clipped gossamer wings to the back of my outfit. "I feel totally ridiculous," I complained as I saw my reflection in the mirror; the head of a bald effeminate looking man and the body of a woman. "How about just forgetting the party? I can't possibly go like this." "For heavens sake Melanie, stop bitching and just sit down here. We need to complete your transformation." So their I sat, my costume protected by a thin bed sheet, as they applied foundation, powder and blush to my face. Fake lashes were glued to my eyelids and my lips were outlined in a pout before applying glossy pink lipstick. My eyes were dramatically outlined in mascara while thin curved eyebrows were also painted above my eyes. While this was going on some of the girls worked on my toes and fingernails. Pink sparkly acrylic nails now graced my fingers making them look long and feminine. The nails were so long that I had difficulty picking anything up. Even so I managed to drink a glass or two of the proffered wine and finally gave up on protesting my predicament. I was feeling a little drowsy and getting quite relaxed. Looking back on the experience I think the wine must have been laced with a mild sedative. I was drifting off to sleep unaware that my earlobes where being marked for piercings, two in each ear. Suddenly I jumped out of my chair as both ears were simultaneously punched by piercing guns. "Oww, what have you done?" I screamed at them. "Calm down," said Rachel, pushing me back into the seat for the second set of piercings. "Oww," I screamed again. "Ok, it's all over now, you cry baby," chided Rachel in my ear. "Don't be upset. It's only for tonight. The holes will quickly close up and heal." Now fully awake and angry I replied, "Is that so? And what about my eyebrows and bald head?" I responded. "Oh, you can pencil in eyebrows until they re-grow. The bald head won't look bad at all, some might consider it sexy!" countered Rachel, accepting no complaints. Don't these go well with the outfit," said one girl as she inserted pink butterfly shaped earrings into my top piercings and then long dangling stars into the bottom ones. Finally a platinum blond wig was carefully placed and glued to my head. Only then was I allowed to look in the mirror. I gasped in shock at the pretty girl staring back at me. "Good isn't it," exclaimed Rachel. "No one would mistake you for a boy now." I felt so humiliated. In just one hour they had been able to convincingly transform me into a sexy looking girly faerie and a beautiful one at that; men would definitely find me attractive and worthy of pursuit at the party. This was way too scary but dressed as I was there was no going back to being me. David, wherever he was, would laugh his head off if he could see me now. "Cheer up, Melanie," said Rachel. "We girls are going to have lots of fun tonight. The guys are expecting a group of sexy faeries to party with and that's just what we are going to give them" she giggled. "You are so lucky to be one of us tonight." There I was, in a full state of shock, being swept along as part of a group of laughing, giggling faeries. Helped by them I managed to totter on my shockingly high stiletto heels into the lively swinging party; a party filled with hormone laden inebriated males, each on the hunt to pick up and make out with a sexy looking woman. This can't be happening to me I kept saying to myself as if my mantra of denial would change my circumstances. Much to my surprise, the faerie disguise seemed to work and so far no one saw me as anything other than an attractive female. However, to prevent discovery, I knew that that I would also have to modulate my voice and convincingly act the part of a fun loving party girl. That meant socially interacting and mingling, at least to some minimal extent, with the men. Perhaps I could play the part of a frigid ice queen or lesbian. To do that Rachel would have to be my willing partner. Rachel would not go along with my idea. She was having too much fun and was here to party with the boys. The girls saw to it that I was no wallflower and accepted all dance requests from the many male suitors. At first I tried to decline requests but the girls threatened to expose me if I did not fully embrace my female role for the night. Rachel and her friends broke out into fits of giggles seeing me groped and manhandled around the dance floor. The men could not restrain themselves from grabbing my ass and pinching my bottom as they held me tightly in their embrace. Even more gross was, that to stay in character, I had to enthusiastically kiss my dance partners in full French mode all the while looking I was enjoying myself. It was disgusting feeling their probing tongues in my mouth as I had to open wide and suck enthusiastically on the unwelcome intruders. Worse still was feeling their erect penises pushing against my body. I also found myself to be the recipient of nibbled ears and the recipient of quite a few hickies on my neck. Despite my distress, I continued to tell myself that my only hope to end this evening without exposure was to continue behaving convincingly as a girl. I hoped that I wouldn't be forced into doing anything really disgusting, such as sucking a boys cock. Well it didn't take long before that fear was realized. I made the mistake of being pulled into a bedroom by one eager boy where he proceeded to take advantage of me. There were other couples in the room enjoying various stages of sexual interaction. I thought I could satisfy him with a little bit of groping and snogging but he proved to be uncontrollable. He was strong and overpowering. I could feel the passion in his loins as he pushed against me. I had to think quickly. How could I avoid exposure. Trying to sound disappointed I told him I was sorry but it was my time of the month. The ruse only worked partially as he insisted on a blowjob. I told him I was inexperienced and had not done that before. He said not to worry, it would all come naturally to me and was the next best thing to fucking. I would love it. He pulled out his already erect penis and told me to kiss and lick it. It was covered in pre-cum and tasted salty. I then formed my lips into as big an O shape as possible as he slid the rigid pole into my mouth. I briefly gagged as it touched the back of my throat for the first time. He didn't seem to care about my distress, for he groaned in pleasure pulling my head backwards and forwards rhythmically on his rigid swollen penis. God, I so wanted to puke but had to keep doing the disgusting act. Finally he erupted and I swallowed all of the slimy semen. I had closed my eyes while swallowing but sensed the flash of pictures being taken. "That was fantastic," he exclaimed. "You sure are a natural cock sucker Melanie. Are you sure you've not done this before?" Thinking, he sure knows how to flatter a girl, I denied his claim saying, "Never, I did not know what such a turn on that would be." "Glad you enjoyed it so much," he replied, "You should consider getting a tongue piercing for an even better experience." Maybe for you I thought, but not for me. "I know it's your time of the month but you've really got me excited. I so need to fuck you right now. Turn over and lie face down on the bed. You're going to love this," he said. He seemed so heated I did not even think to refuse his command. After placing a pillow under my waist to raise by buttocks, he then proceeded to ram his penis into my ass hole. At first it hurt a lot but then got better as my anus opened up to accept the large intruder. Then I got excited as his large appendage slid to and fro against my prostate. Thankfully, he climaxed before I too erupted. I felt so disgusted with myself, a man aroused by being fucked in the ass. I was supposed to be doimg the fucking! Through a drunken haze I became aware of even more light flashes. Semen dribbled out of my ass and down my buttocks. The bastard hadn't used a rubber. I hope he didn't have any kind of STD. I was so scared that I cried my eyes out and, after retrieving my panties, tried to sneak unseen back into the main party. Thankfully, now sated, he had lost interest in me and fallen asleep. It was not the first time that I had been the victim of coerced sex. The orphanage had provided a very comprehensive oral education, but it was the first time I had been fucked as a girl. before it had only been forced oral sex. It was only as I left the scene of my degradation that a new thought came to me. I had been such an idiot. I had truly outsmarted myself. If I had not faked the period we could have just coupled normally. No oral sex. No reaming out of my ass hole. An unsheathed penis in a fake vagina would have posed no sexual risk to me. Oh, what a moron I am! Rachel gave me a knowing look and dragged me into the ladies room. There I washed out my mouth and told her all the lurid details of my ordeal. Helping to fix my make-up she said, "My god, what got into you girl? All you had to do was say no and failing that scream rape." That was easy for her to say. I had been trying to avoid discovery by acting as I thought a woman would behave. He was so strong and overpowering. From then on I disregarded all requests to dance and stayed at our table drinking with the other girls. My pictures were making the rounds of the partygoers on social media and I attracted a lot of glances from the men. I now had a reputation, but at least it was as Melanie and not the real me. By tomorrow, I would be Mark again and none of this would have ever happened. At evenings end I was seated with Rachel but we were hemmed in by two men trying to make our acquaintance. We let them escort us back to Rachel's dorm and rewarded their chivalry and persistence with a parting hug and kiss. The one lad was unstoppable in trying to arrange a date so I gave him a fake phone number. Sighing with relief that my ordeal was over, I entered the safety of Rachel's dorm room. Rachel was in high spirits, laughing at my woeful tale of having to suck cock and being fucked in the ass. She said, "Well, aren't you the dark horse. I should have known something was up when you declined my offer of a chastity belt to wear tonight." "You're wrong Rachel, I hated every moment of it," I replied. "I only behaved that way so as not be 'discovered'. You are to blame for this. I only went along with the cross-dressing ruse because of your promise to make my evening worthwhile." "Obviously, I fulfilled that promise," Rachel continued to tease me. "Your experiences tonight were very worthwhile." "But I thought you fancied me and meant we would make out after the party." Looking aghast at my suggestion she said, "Whatever gave you the idea I'm a lesbian?" Seeing my forlorn look she relented saying, "Just kidding, I know you're not really a girl. But seriously, I only accepted your invitation because you wouldn't give up pestering me. I decided that you needed to learn a lesson. All the girls told me of their experiences with you and what a chauvinist pig you are. We decided to show you the error of your ways. Perhaps seeing life from the other side tonight will change your behavior towards women." "Really," I angrily retorted. "Because of you I've been sexually abused, even raped." "Don't be so melodramatic!" she replied. "Welcome to womanhood. Besides, it's not rape if you don't protest. You're such a sissy I bet you enjoyed every moment of it." Seeing that I could not win the argument I gave it up as a lost cause and said, "Where are my clothes? I want to go home." Throwing a bag at me she told me to leave straight away without changing. Not good. I had hoped she I would help clean me up and transform back into Mark before leaving her dorm. It was vey embarrassing walking home to my dorm dressed as a faerie. As a woman was bad enough but a faerie? I got lots of catcalls and offers on the way and dreaded entering the dorm's common room. To my horror everyone was there talking about he party. After many puzzled looks on my dorm mates faces I finally convinced them that it was me. That was a big mistake for I had suddenly become the rest of the evenings entertainment. I was forced into taking turns sitting on everyone's lap. They fondled and squeezed my boobs. Some even ran hands up my leg and rubbed my crotch as they swigged away a case of beer. Finally, the beer all gone, they let me go. I ran to my room locking the door behind me. I would never ever live this humiliation down. Shocked at the cruel jest played upon me by Rachel and the total humiliation in front of my dorm mates, I hid in my room. As soon as possible I found solitary lodgings outside the university campus. Putting all social activities aside I became a hermit focusing all of my efforts into studying hard. It was a long time before the jokes came to an end. As the days turned into weeks and then months I slowly pushed that unsettling experience to the back of my mind. But not forgotten! Given the opportunity I would take revenge on Rachel and her friends. After graduating, it seemed my luck really did change for the better. I came across Julie. Not only was she the heiress to a fortune and a gorgeous raven headed beauty but, best of all, she had somehow fallen for me. This was a heaven sent opportunity to set my life on the correct track. Unfortunately, it was not all good. Her conversation was a bit mundane and boring, but what she lacked in intellect she made up for in good looks, sexual appetite and best of all money. She particularly enjoyed kinky games and was deeply into bondage. Her parents were despondent at her choice of a man but that just seemed to be icing on the cake for her. We married just three months after a meeting. It was a big fancy wedding with all of the trimmings. Despite the vows, I did not love her but she held the promise of wealth and an easy way of life. At first it was fun. Her sexual preferences were not mine but she burned with a sexual passion that kept me interested for a while. As days passed into weeks, the fire gradually fizzled and our honeymoon period ended. In everyday life she was boring to be with and I had lost any interest in her bondage games. It was all too much for me. Worse, she wasn't altogether stupid and maintained a tight rein on the finances. I was effectively a kept man held on a very tight financial leash. My good fortune had turned into a prison. I felt like the male equivalent of the woman in the story, "A dolls house." I was kept as her impoverished sexual toy having to accept all of her stupid whims with a pretended eagerness. This had to change but if I divorced her I would be penniless. The pre-nup took care of that. There must be some way to gain my freedom while getting my hands on her wealth. Killing her was out of the question. Modern forensics made sure that very few murderers escaped punishment. Some months passed before I stumbled onto the perfect solution. Right there on the internet was an ad for vacations to the exotic world of Imperium. It would definitely appeal to Julie's need for kinky sex and bondage. On that world most women were slaves; the property of men. With such a sexual lure I could trick her into slavery thereby gaining control of her wealth. With luck, I could sell her on Imperium and return to Earth a wealthy bachelor. Even better, her parents would have no legal redress against me. It was all perfectly legal and, besides, knowing Julie, she might even enjoy being someone's pleasure slave. It would turn out well for everyone, but most of all for me. "Julie," I lovingly approached her one night. "I've found the perfect spot for the vacation of our lives. It's very exotic and a promising setting for new sexual adventures." Of course, she immediately suspected that I was up to something. Our relationship had grown a little bit cold since the end of the honeymoon but I had been trying hard to revive an amorous relationship with her. I told her about the role of pleasure slaves known as Ancilla. "Just imagine how erotic and sexually stimulating it is playing the part of an Ancilla. Besides, there's no risk as I will be your Master making sure that you come to no harm. Just think of being made love to while constrained in chains." Yes, I made it sound like a sexual game instead of the harsh brutal reality that it truly is. Julie was at first skeptical and then showed signs of interest. I smiled to myself and let her stew for a while. I had sown the seed, now she would lure herself into the trap. I knew that she must be scared by the thought of being fully at my mercy but also thrilled at the opportunity to experience such sexual bondage. However, unknown to me, not fully trusting her husband she secretly took extra steps to protect her fortune. I knew that I had lit a an unquenchable desire within her loins, one to which she would eventually submit. As an extra inducement I took her to see the pony girl races. Earth had signed agreements with Imperium to recognize their property rights on Earth. It was now quite acceptable to go to the races where real pony-girls competed on a track. The racing was very serious with lots of money resting on the outcome of races. Some of the pony girls had interesting body alterations. Instead of boots some had been surgically altered to have real hoofs. Others no longer had arms to get in the way of racing. I suspect it was not all done for improved performance but also for aesthetics. Such pony girls were very highly valued. There were also some amateur races where Earth girls were given the opportunity to play at being a pony girl for the day. Of course, they weren't competitive enough for the real pony girl races. Julie was now excited at the prospect of pony-girl play. After a few times playing pony at the racetrack she readily agreed to the trip. I quickly booked the vacation giving her no time to change her mind. Imperium was now a popular vacation spot for tourists from Earth, especially newlyweds looking for something different and exciting to experience. In the early days, Imperium had developed a bad reputation as somewhere to dispose of an unwanted wife or girlfriend. Married or single all women had to enter Imperium as Ancilla, the property of a man. Many men from Earth took advantage of this law to sell their wives or girlfriends in the slave market. Besides efficiently disposing of an unwanted relationship the sale helped to pay toward the vacation costs. This had caused too many diplomatic headaches and eventually Imperium instituted a new class of Ancilla to which vacationing women could, if desired, submit. Such women could not be sold by their owner and had to leave with their master at vacations end. They wore a special golden collar to show their higher status. However, in all other aspects they were just the same as traditional Ancilla. Fortunately, Julie was not aware of such nuances for that would have ruined my plans. I made sure that her registration would be for the traditional kind of ownership. We walked together up the ramp onto the space cruiser. Having boarded the ship we were officially subject to Imperium law so for this to work Julie had to submit to be registered as my property with full rights of resale. I quickly placed the silver colored Ancilla collar around her neck and led her by it's attached leash to the branding kiosk. I was expecting Julie to renege at any moment, but to my amazement she offered no protest. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the branding experience as sexy and erotic. The ownership tattoo was painlessly applied to her thigh using a laser tool. I smiled and kissed her on the lips as this was completed. Now officially my property, all of her wealth became mine to control. Ancilla could not own property so, in the blink of an eye, all of her possessions became the property of her new Master. I'm sure that she did not realize the consequences of her subjugation or she would not have been so eager to submit. Julie did not welcome the next part of her transition into being a fully fledged Ancilla. So far it had all been an erotic game to her but now she had to meet all the legal requirements of her new status; ones that she had not been aware of on boarding the spaceship. I took her to the Ancilla kennels where she was registered to receive training and be housed in a wire cage when I had no need for her services. Julie was shocked at being secured over a waist high railing with her behind raised in the air for easy access. A male servant approached Julie with a long flexible metal tube that was bulbous at one end and slender at the other. This he greased and slowly inserted into her anus. Julie gasped as it went in and passed from sight into her behind. A ratchet was then inserted into the tube and rotated to expand the bulb such that the anus tube could not be removed. Afterwards a metal chastity belt was drawn around her waist and locked into place. She would now need to mate her anus tube with an Ancilla post to complete her ablutions. By the time we reached Imperium I knew she would be a well trained Ancilla. I found the trip to Imperium to be delightful. I now controlled the money and what with her training, Julie had become fully compliant to my wishes. We had some wonderful sexual encounters. She must have been happy too for she never voiced any complaints about her treatment. To be truthful, I kept her fully gagged at all times and the training program ensured a wiling response to all of my demands. I was in heaven! For extra fun and variety, we masters shared the use of our Ancilla. I made sure that Julie enjoyed the company of many other men. I rationalized this as being kind for this would fulfill her unrelenting sexual needs that I alone could not satisfy. I must say that the Ancilla training program worked wonders. After only a week of training they all responded promptly and pleasingly to both verbal and hand commands. Arriving at Imperium I had a decision to make. I had already achieved all of my goals. I could just sign over Julie for sale at the local Ancilla market and return home to Earth straight away. However, I had enjoyed my brief taste of Imperium culture and wanted to experience more. So I disembarked with Julie and found a luxurious villa to stay at for a while. I found myself enchanted with the male dominated culture. Here it was a woman's role to always be pleasing and submissive. However, I was none too happy that the native men treated me with some disdain. They were all 6 ' plus hulks and I was a puny, effeminate looking 5' 8." I soon learnt that besides physique, money and style counted in Imperium society. To be with the in crowd it helped to have a stylish method of transportation. So to gain respect, I quickly had Julie trained to be a pony girl. I had her outfitted in a snazzy silver and pink pony harness including halter, bit and blinkers. The reins slid through nipple rings, finally attaching to metal levers on her bit. To fit the bit properly, I had her molars removed. The attached contraption in her mouth ensured full obedience and prompt response to signals from the reins. It was held in place by a tongue piercing. To complete the picture I also had her vaginal lips and clitoris pierced and ringed. I felt on top of the world as I nonchalantly used my beautiful, well trained pony to pull the trap along at a brisk pace, steering her with the reins and slapping her buttocks for just a bit more speed. Sometimes I Idly wondered if she was happy in such extreme bondage and being a pony girl; perhaps she now wished for the vacation to end. Of course, she would always be a pony girl now. I would never know her thoughts on the matter for, as part of the transition into pony girl, I had her vocal chords cut. She could only whinny now! My life set into a very pleasant routine. I especially enjoyed visiting the local drinking and gambling dens. Everything went well for about 9 months until Julie's money began to run out. There wasn't as much as I had thought. Little available in the way of accessible cash, the bulk of it was locked up in trust funds that I could not access. I had been slowly but surely accumulating a sizable debt. Slow to realize the predicament I had created, I thought I could bluster my way out of any problems. One night I had a rude awakening as I was confronted by two very big thugs demanding immediate payment of my large debts. I didn't have anywhere near enough money to pay them off but, in an attempt to gain time, I gave them the ownership papers to Julie. I know, despicable! What man would do that to his wife? The answer is, a pragmatist. I no longer thought of her as anything but property and they would have acquired her in the end anyway. She was, after all, just chattel. What was I to do? If I could not pay I would end up a slave doing soul destroying hard labor in some salt mine. even worse, some were turned into she-male Ancilla. No, that was not for me, but what could I do? Fortunately, I had a friend take pity on me. Disguising me as one of his female entourage he would get me into the nearest Earth's consulate. From there it would be the Embassies job to get me off world to safety. All I had to do was cover myself in long flowing robes and a face veil and I could just walk into the consulate close behind him. Well, much to my surprise it worked. After entering the compound I immediately sought an audience with the head of staff. Dressed as a woman it took longer than I expected. He turned out to be a tall, well-built man that looked every bit a native of this world, but was actually from Earth. In one of fates little irony's he turned out to be David. Yes, that David. The one I had tormented so many years ago at the orphanage and what is worse, he immediately recognized me. Thankfully he seemed to hold no grudge for my mistreatment of him. (Readers should note that this is the same David from my previous story, "Snaffled.") He made it very plain to me that I was a hunted debtor and one that had entered the compound as a woman. Imperium's secret service kept a close tally of all those entering and leaving the compound so my best bet was to travel onwards to the Embassy in Rome portraying myself to be a woman; indeed as his Ancilla. "You know," said David, "that Imperium recognizes some the true nature of some men are as effeminate sissies. They allow them the opportunity to become Ancilla. They must however, convincingly behave and look like Ancilla." "I'm no woman or a sissy," I protested. "Of course not," said David, "but it provides us with an opportunity to get you safely away from here. Disguise yourself as a she-male woman. Thanks to the sissification process we can make you into a realistic Ancilla." "I don't like the sound of that. What does it involve?" I asked. "Not much. We push your genitals up into you body and place your penis into a metal sheath that fits into an Ancilla chastity belt. All temporary disguises just to get you out of here. Of course you'll need breast inserts and some facial improvements," he said. I was not happy with the plan but saw no other solution. What I didn't know but soon found out that pushing my genitals into my body cavity was not the full story. They sewed my skin to keep them in place and. having pushed my penis into a metal tube, pierced it's head to stay in place and fitted the tube into a chastity belt. Locked into place I looked just like a woman and had no way to satisfy myself. My new breasts were also locked into place with metal nipple piercings clamping my breasts into a metal bra. Now outfitted as an Ancilla, I was ready for the journey. At least I was outfitted with a golden and not a silver collar. I felt so ashamed and belittled. And so we set off. He and one other, a warrior, would travel with me. Since discovery would result in everyone's death I would have to be a very convincing woman. Fortunately, I had a feminine build and my genitals were truly hidden within the chastity belt. We left the consulate as a party of three. David attached a leash to my collar before departing the compound. And so we started out with David as my owner and protector; the warrior, Jason, as our bodyguard. We all sat in a small pony trap. I was dressed in a bra and panties. Diaphanous pantaloons covered my legs and satin slippers protected my feet. Over this Arabian nights outfit I wore a voluminous robe covering everything but my eyes. This gave me some measure of protection. The all but naked pony-girl looked well muscled and very attractive in her black leather harness and hoof like boots. David whacked her butt with the whip and we set off towards Rome at pony-girl pace. We soon fell into a routine and, disguised as an Ancilla, it was my job to water and feed the pony-girl. A native born girl, she accepted her role completely and behaved just as she was raised to be, human livestock. Her sole purpose in life was to pull our cart, never complaining or resisting David's commands. Of course her bit, which was never removed, limited any ability for conversation between us. By the time a few weeks had passed I was quite irritable from being kept in chastity. Added to that, I was constantly made aware of my boobs as they swayed to and fro with the motion of the cart. To keep up appearances, as with all Ancilla, I was securely chained to a post every night. I did not mind it being to his bed for he never tried to take advantage of me and it reduced the possibility of being stolen while the men slept. I did not want to be discovered as a man. I had somewhere secure and comfortable to lay at night with soft blankets to keep me warm. As we got close to Pompeii, our halfway point to Rome, disaster struck. We were set upon by brigands. Jason put up a good fight and drove off the thieves. He had saved our lives but unfortunately not our travel funds. No more stopping at inns for good meals and a comfortable bed at night. After three more days of travel barely surviving on roadside berries we came upon yet another dreary village. David decided that to survive we must replenish our funds by selling off the pony-girl. I whole heartedly agreed. He had her stripped of all pony tack and, after a lot of hard bargaining, sold her to one of the villagers. In a town we could have got a lot more for her but I was happy to get hot food and a comfortable bed for the night. I was woken early next morning at sunrise and dragged naked and protesting out into the courtyard. I truly hadn't thought through what selling the pony girl would mean for me. I had assumed that we would all just walk the rest of the way. Not so, for bereft of a pony girl and me being the only enslaved woman in our party, I had been nominated the replacement beast of burden. Despite my protests, Dave soon had me outfitted in the harness, halter and bit. He temporarily removed my chastity belt to insert the open ended anal tube that all pony girls wear. Like an animal with no control over their bowels, pony girls then defecate whenever and wherever they stand. To put it mildly I was not happy. After replacing the chastity belt my arms were placed behind me in a leather binder. David spoke to me soothingly while pulling the arm bindings tighter and tighter until I thought my arms must surely break. I was bitted and unable to complain. He told me this was the only way we had a chance of reaching our goal safely. It was up me to be a convincing pony. In shock, I stood still as a tail was fitted into my ass and pony boots with real horseshoes were strapped upon my feet. Once my arms were bound behind my back in a leather sheath I discovered that my outfit was not yet complete. David proceeded to pierce and ring my nipples before threading the reins through them. I had not realized how dehumanizing it was to be a pony girl but I was learning fast. Much to my chagrin I could not make any intelligible noises let alone protest the treatment. David slapped my butt with his whip, jingled my breasts with the reins and, with a sharp slap of pain, I took off abruptly in the direction of Pompeii. I could not have felt more dejected. I had started out posing as a woman and now here I was filling the role of beast of burden. David treated me just like a real pony-girl and gave me no slack regarding performance. My behind felt raw from the constant encouragement of whip lashes to my buttocks. Still, it was not forever and soon we would be in Pompeii. It had been a week of hard labor pulling the pony trap and we still had not reached our interim destination. The job got easier as my muscles toughened up but every night I was very unhappy to find that I would not be released from the pony-girl role. While David and Jason went into the inns for supper and a good nights sleep I was led to the barn and had a nosebag full of grain attached to my head. Anchored to a ring on the wall I had to sleep standing up. The next morning I awoke to a hard slap on my behind. The stable boy was unhappy because I was encased in a chastity belt. Obviously, a morning fuck with the pony-girl was one of the perks of his job. An icy cold spray of water soon brought me fully awake and shivering for some exercise. It did not take long for him to hitch me to the trap. As soon as David and Jason emerged from the Inn, satisfied by a delicious breakfast, they boarded the trap, slapped my butt and we were off. Finally we made it to the consulate in Pompeii, and much to my pleasure, I was freed of the pony-girl tack. I relished in the luxury of a bed with silk sheets and eating delicious hot meals. Despite my pleadings I was kept in my female appearance and identity. The tube was not removed but it was modified so that I could use Ancilla posts in the bathrooms. After being kept hidden from the consulate staff for about a week, I was brought into David's presence. He looked at me and said, "Sorry, but I have nothing but bad news for you. We've located your wife but can't retrieve her. I'm afraid she's legally a pony-girl now and her owner refuses to sell her to us. Still, we'll keep on trying for a few more months in the hope he changes his mind. Julie's parents won't give up as easily but, realistically, she's probably already far too trained and conditioned to be anything other than someone's pony." I faked concern and sorrow at this news but secretly was glad that I was permanently rid of her. "The other bad news is that Imperium's law enforcement have set up a big manhunt for you. Your debts are unfortunately to a wealthy and powerful family. Somehow the police heard rumors that you are travelling disguised as a woman or she-male. The chastity belt ruse won't work anymore, They'll be checking ownership brands too." "Then I guess I am stuck here until things quiet down," I responded. "Maybe for a while but eventually it will leak that you are here. Unfortunately, we have an extradition treaty with Imperium and, when that happens, we will be forced to hand you over to the authorities." "Then what should I do?" I asked despondently. "Well, you are now a well known fugitive and, if discovered, an embarrassment to Earth's government. You have been officially declared persona non grata at any of our diplomatic facilities." Dumbfounded I exclaimed, "But you can't do that to me. I am a citizen of Earth." "Calm down, that's just the official position. Imperium guards control the entrances and exits to all of our facilities and you entered as an Ancilla. Unofficially we'll hide you and work on getting you to Rome but to do that you must take on a more convincing identity. We can't make you a citizen of Earth for there's no record of you having arrived on Imperium but we can set you up as a real Ancilla." "What? Don't be ridiculous," I yelled in panic. "No one is going to make you do it, but it's your only hope of getting back to Earth," said David. "I promise, if you do this, you'll get back to Earth no matter what. "Why can't we do what we did before? We made it to Pompeii," I asked. "They are on to you now. To pass muster you must be a real women legally entered into the registry as a native Ancilla. Fortunately, we have modern technology that Imperium knows nothing about. Nannites that will convert your DNA to that of a woman's. When we get you off-world to Earth, nannites can then reverse the changes thus restoring your male identity." I thought carefully about what he said and realized that I had no other choice. Giving in to the inevitable, I reluctantly agreed to the subterfuge. At that point, as if on cue, a nurse entered the room carrying a very large syringe. David prompted me, "I'm sorry, but to do this legally we must have your full legal permission." So humiliated, in front of witnesses, I said, "I willingly submit to becoming a true Ancilla, to be trained and owned by Earth's government." "There you are. All done now. In a few days the nannites will have worked their magic and you will truly be a woman" said David. Turning to two men of the embassy staff he said, "Take her to the Ancilla kennels and get her branded. Also see that she is assigned a comfortable cage to get settled into her new role." It took only two weeks to make the full transition into female. Then another two months to train and condition me. I hadn't realized that I would receive full Ancilla conditioning but David said I had to be 100% convincing to Imperium's authorities. I learnt to respond instantly to verbal and then visual commands, how to kneel and submit to men. I was trained in all of the slave dances and how to pleasure men. I had been pierced and ringed as all Ancillla are; the ears , nose, belly button, nipples, clitoris and vaginal lips. I was so immersed in my new role I had almost forgotten my true identity. Now fully trained I was brought out to entertain at the state banquets, serving dishes and drinks, dancing provocatively and providing sexual entertainment after the feasts. I only saw David once more during all that time and he said I was doing a good job in establishing my cover as an Ancilla, but in truth that was what I was truly becoming. Now convincingly an Ancilla, the embassy had decided it was time to move me on to Rome. Here too I stayed in role, walking all the way naked in a coffle with the other slave girls. The guards had their favorites and unfortunately I was one of them. No longer kept in a chastity belt, by the time we reached Rome my pussy was truly sore. Finally in our Embassy at Rome I thought my long ordeal was over. Still not released from my Ancilla cover, I was brought before David and the Ambassador. My heart sank to hear David say, "Sorry, but your ordeal is not over yet." "Yes," chimed in the Ambassador. "We don't know of an easy way to get you on board a spaceship to Earth. Officially, you're not a citizen of Earth and only an Imperium citizen can obtain an export license to take Ancilla off-world." "But," interjected David, "we have found a way. To make everything seem above board we need to sell you to an Imperium pony-girl trainer; one that likes to race his ponies on Earth. He will train you and you will need to be good enough for to qualify for export to Earth. Once there we will buy you from him and you will at last be home free. Your owner won't know who you really are so you really will need to convince him of your racing value on Earth." And so began my training. David, knowing of my secret inner strength, had named me Lucky Star. First they made the necessary alterations to begin my life as a racing pony. It started with the removal of my molars and the piercing of my tongue for placement of the bit. This was not the usual bit for pony girls but a harsh racing bit that when the reins were pulled caused a metal prong to push into the roof of my mouth. Even at rest my tongue was depressed and unable to move. They started me out on the treadmill then quickly moved me onto the mechanized circle where I had to prance and gallop with knee high steps. The training was both harsh and mind destroying. I learnt to respond to reins and whip instinctively. The bridle and bit were never removed. I was kept in a tight leather harness and thigh high boots with arched heels and fitted horseshoes. I learned once again to sleep in a barn standing up. The worst of all this was that my mind was going. My reflexes were becoming instinctual. I was truly becoming a pony girl. At least my arms were released each night from the binders but I was losing muscle strength from lack of exercise. Each morning I was awoken by the stable boy claiming his perk of the job. Then I was entered into Rome's pony girl races. I did well and established something of a name for myself. David came to the barn and told me it was now time to be auctioned off. Despite my decreased mental capacity this frightened me. Up until now I was protected by Earth's ownership of me. I trusted in their plan for my escape. Now I would pass into private ownership and who knew what outcome or treatment to expect. I pranced into the ring like a thorough bred pony girl demonstrating my obvious pedigree to bidders in the auction. Previously I had been stroked, prodded and even sexually felt up while hitched to a display post. The bidding started and all I could do was await the outcome. It seems I had fetched an unusually high price for a novice racing pony. Someone, at least, saw a lot of potential in me. David came up to me to say farewell. Feeding me a slice of apple on his open hand I licked it into my mouth as he said, "You're in luck. Your new owner specializes in pony girls for racing on Earth. It won't be long now." My luck had turned. I could not wait to get back on Earth to regain my freedom. I didn't even care if it was as a women. Just get me out of this infernal pony tack. Well, my new owner was a stickler for training. I had to run many miles a day pulling a heavy pony trap and handler. The handler was very liberal with the whip and this spurred me on to even faster track times. My arms were kept in a leather binder all of the time and its restraints tightened at every opportunity. Then came that fateful day... My owner and his vet came to inspect me in the stall. "What do you think?" said my owner to him. "Well she's in very good health and I think the time has definitely come." Come for what, I thought but could not say. "OK, then," said my owner, "complete her transition for racing on Earth." At last, I would be taken to Earth, but what did he mean by transition? The vet injected me and I passed out. When I awoke I was very groggy and for some reason suspended in a harness. My legs did not touch the ground. As the weeks passed I realized that my legs had been modified to look like a pony's complete with real horse hoofs. Slowly I regained strength and was able to stand. Then I was gradually re-introduced to my training. I was mortified at the changes but in no position to complain. Would the doctors back on Earth be able to restore me? My Master was pleased for I could now run much faster. Then one day I heard the vet talking to my Master again. Apparently, my legs were not the only modification performed on me. I could not see but my arms at the shoulders had been surgically removed. Apparently, it had been just like plucking chicken wings and the dogs had loved the treat. I no longer had arms. I was now a true racing pony with all options implemented to optimize my performance. Even if I was bought back on Earth would the nannites be able to fully restore me, I wondered in horror. Not long after that I was taken to Earth and entered into the pony races there. I became a famous pony winning many races and making much money for my Master. One day David came to see me. By then I was mostly pony but still held out some hope for freedom. "Hello Lucky Star," he greeted me and offered a carrot which I greedily snaffled. Yes, I was truly now Lucky Star and loved to munch on carrots!, "Sorry we could not rescue you in time. Your owner won't consider selling you and even if he did, the modifications to your body are such that you'll always be a pony girl." Noticing the tears in my eyes he said, "Still, it's not all bad news. He's going to put you out for breeding next year. I bet you'll have some wonderful looking fillies. Maybe he'll sell you to us after that." It seems that I was not so much born under a lucky star but had been destined to become, "Lucky Star."