Celestial Awakenings

by Julie O

edited by Amelia R.

 

Chapter 1

Celeste Farnsworth was reading the morning paper when Dr. Nancy Chen joined her for breakfast in the dining room of her Southampton estate. A short, middle-aged woman with raven hair brought in a fresh pot of coffee.

"Good morning, Celeste," greeted Nancy, as she sat down next to the pretty young woman with auburn hair.

"Good morning. Looks like you were up late again," commented Celeste. "Thank you, Ina."

The older woman turned and smiled and exited.

"Actually, I never went to bed," yawned Nancy, as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Who were you up with?" asked Celeste, putting down the paper.

"Tina," replied Nancy. She took a long sip of her coffee.

"Oh," replied Celeste with a nod.

Six weeks earlier Tina had been working as a sex-slave in a Tokyo nightclub. Tina had been originally sold to a rich businessman in Texas named Jack Rockford, but he tired of her and sold her to the club. He had bought Tina from the Simons, a depraved husband and wife team that abducted teens and then transformed them into personalized sex toys. Tina had once been a teenage boy and now she was ultra-feminized. Her small penis was the only reminder of her previous life.

Tina was now one of three ex-captive teens undergoing therapy and recovery at Celeste's Long Island estate. Celeste felt a shiver of fear rush through her body as she thought of the horrors that Tina had experienced in her three years of captivity. She knew that Tina's fate might have easily been hers, as she too had been abducted and transformed by the same monsters. In fact, Tina had been abducted around the same time that she had been. Luckily, Celeste had been purchased by Sherman Farnsworth, who had eventually become her husband.

Thankfully, the Simons were now in prison and all the teens had been recovered. That was the good news. The bad news was that most of teens had a long journey ahead of them. The Simons had physically and mentally transformed them. Add to that the abuses of their captors and you had a lot of issues to resolve.

"Tina blames herself for what happened. She says that if she had served him better then he wouldn't have had to send her to Japan," explained Nancy. "She wants to go back to her original 'owner'."

Dr. Nancy Chen was the lead therapist for the three teens undergoing therapy at Celeste's estate. She was 29, and this was the biggest assignment of her career. Nancy was born and raised in San Francisco and had graduated from USC, much to her father's mock disgust, being he was a Stanford alumnus. Upon graduation she had been recruited by the agency and, to her great delight, she was assigned to the New York City office. She loved the bustle of New York and the assignments were never dull. In addition to providing therapy to her fellow agents, she was often brought in as a consultant on cases. She had published several papers on the psychological effects of crime on the victims.

"I wish I could do more to help," replied Celeste softly.

Nancy looked at the beautiful young woman sitting across from her. She looked like so many of the other young socialites that lived in Southampton. Celeste was dressed in a white silk blouse and jeans and she still made that look fashionable. She had lovely auburn hair that fell down on her slender shoulders. You never would have guessed that she had once been a teenage boy.

"Celeste, you've done more than you can imagine. The use of your home has been a huge help. I cannot imagine what it would be like for these victims if they had been put into an institution," replied Nancy.

One of the biggest problems facing the authorities had been what to do with the rescued victims. Several sites were quickly selected to place them and allow them to recover. Nancy was assigned as the lead therapist for three of the victims. She was also there to help Celeste should she need it.

Many of the teens were suffering from the Stockholm Syndrome and they fought their rescuers, either physically or by resisting efforts to help them. Slowly some came out of the fog caused by their captivity and faced a new problem. There was the added dilemma of their bodies. The boys had all been feminized, using a very potent hormonal mixture. Additionally, many had been changed by surgery. The therapists had to balance their mental and physical recoveries.

Celeste had offered her home as one of these sites. In addition to the use of her home, she had brought in medical experts to assist in the rehab of the teens.

"I just want to help," replied Celeste.

"If you don't mind, I would like to know more about you," asked Nancy.

"Why?" asked Celeste.

"Margo Simon used some mind control techniques that are very hard to counter," stated Nancy as she took another sip of her coffee.

"And you want to know why I turned out okay?" asked Celeste.

Nancy nodded.

"That's a long story. I think part of it is because I always wanted to be a girl. The others have the whole gender thing to resolve," replied Celeste. "I only had to overcome the slave training."

"Oh, is that all!" quipped Nancy.

Celeste smiled. She was fast becoming friends with Nancy. In fact, Nancy was her first real female friend.

"Don't sell yourself short. I've seen what the Simons were capable of. According to her chart, Bébé wasn't even through half her training and she is totally submissive. I wish she would do anything without being told to first," stated Nancy. "Dot is still totally devoted to Margo. I sure wish they had taught a class on deprogramming at USC."

Bébé had once been Randy Horton of Doylestown, Pennsylvania. He was in his junior year of a very expensive prep school when he was abducted. Now he was a very submissive and obedient French maid. He could barely speak English, and when he did it was heavily accented. Dot was once a boy named Eric Larsen, although there was little left of her old personality.

"You sound a little frustrated," interjected Celeste.

"I am. I cannot believe that Margo could be so evil," answered Nancy.

"Why not have Bébé work with Ina for now?" suggested Celeste.

"You mean add her to your staff?" replied Nancy.

Celeste laughed. "My staff? I really don't see Ina as a servant. Seriously, if all Bébé wants to do is serve, let her work. Gradually she may start to loosen up,"

Nancy scrutinized Celeste. "You sure you don't want to be a therapist?"

Celeste shook her head.

"How would Ina feel about this?" asked Nancy.

"She is fine with the idea. I talked to her about it last night," smiled Celeste.

Nancy nodded. "I'll run it by Jenna first." Jenna was the lead therapist for the agency and a good friend of Nancy's. In fact, Jenna had been the one who recruited Nancy into the agency. "By the way, I still want to know your story."

Celeste smiled. "It's such a nice morning, let's go outside and sit out on the deck."

 

Chapter 2

"This is my favorite spot on the whole property," stated Celeste as she sat down on the white wicker chair. The view from the deck was spectacular as it overlooked the white sand beach and rolling surf of the Atlantic.

Nancy sat down next to her. "It is lovely."

"I guess the best place to start would be back when I was Jeremy Green," stated Celeste. "It's funny, but that name seems so foreign to me now."

Nancy sat back and waited for Celeste to begin.

"I was the only child of two very ambitious people. Both wanted me to follow in their footsteps. It was as if I would be their legacy, and I never really got the impression that they truly loved me. You know that my father is in the Air Force and that my mother is a professor at Georgetown?"

"Yes, I remember," replied Nancy.

"He wanted me to apply to the Academy. That's not true. He expected - rather make that, he DEMANDED that I apply to the Academy. I think he wanted to impress the others that his son was going to follow his career path. What I wanted wasn't part of the formula. Nancy, look at me. I actually weigh more now than I did as Jeremy!" stated Celeste with a laugh.

Nancy ran her eyes over the petite young woman and smiled as she tried to picture Jeremy.

"I liked sports, but not to compete. I only played when it was fun and that pissed him off too. And while he knew I needed good grades, he didn't like the idea that I was so into my studies," continued Celeste. "He couldn't understand why I would read for fun!"

"What about your mom?" asked Nancy.

"You mean Mother! She never let me call her Mom, that was way too casual for her. She didn't feel that I worked hard enough for her standards. Every grade on every assignment was scrutinized. I dreaded bringing home any grade less than an A+," answered Celeste angrily.

"Did they suspect that you were transgendered?" asked Nancy.

She shook her head no. "I doubt it. They were too interested in their own agendas. Father thought I was a sissy, but nothing beyond that. Mother was never interested in anything I did outside of the classroom," replied Celeste softly. Her head dropped down.

Nancy reached over and took Celeste's hand in hers.

Celeste smiled back at Nancy. "Thank you." She then wiped away a tear.

"It's okay to cry," replied Nancy.

"I know," answered Celeste, as she sniffled. "Anyway, I fought the feelings that I wanted to be a girl for a long time before I gave in."

"When did they start?"

"I always knew I was different, but I guess they hit hardest when I reached puberty."

Nancy nodded.

"I soon had a mismatch of women's clothes hidden in a trunk in my bedroom closet. As both Mother and Father had busy schedules, I had plenty of time alone to dress. I often spent the whole weekend dressed as a girl," explained Celeste. "That was the only time I was really happy." She broke out in a smile.

"What did you call yourself?" asked Nancy.

"Jennie," replied Celeste, as she began to blush.

"That's a good name. I take it Sherman named you Celeste," stated Nancy.

"Yes. He named me after an old friend of his. She was the first woman who helped him dress as a woman," explained Celeste. "I like my name a lot."

"Did you go beyond dressing?" asked Nancy.

"No. I never even left the house as Jennie. I wanted to shave my legs and grow my hair long, but that was impossible," answered Celeste. "I was afraid of being caught."

Nancy nodded. She had worked with transgendered youth and Celeste's story was common.

"Then I was abducted. The funny thing was that I was on my way home to dress!" explained Celeste. She smiled at the irony of the situation. "My parents were both out of town and I had the house all to myself."

Nancy nodded. She had read the police file on Jeremy's abduction. He was grabbed on a Friday afternoon and he wasn't reported missing until after the school called his parents on Monday. Within a year after his disappearance, Jeremy's family had him declared legally dead. Nancy found it was odd that they had so quickly accepted Jeremy as dead. After the arrest of the Simons, they had been contacted by the authorities and told that Jeremy was alive, although he was now a female. They were totally unaccepting that Jeremy was alive and they insisted that "their Jeremy" was dead. They initially refused to even talk to Celeste/Jeremy.

"Have you talked to your parents at all since your abduction?" asked Nancy.

"Once, after Ally Burns informed them that I'd been found. They were shocked and then dismayed and they didn't want to talk to me. They finally agreed to talk to me after Ally called them back. I called and talked to Mother and we had a short polite conversation. She acknowledged my existence and then told me not to call her ever again. Father refused to talk to me at all. They both saw me as dead, and that fit into their lives better. My 'death' gave them status as grieving parents. My being alive as Celeste created waves in their orderly lives," explained Celeste. "How would their friends react if their 'dead son' suddenly showed up alive and was now a woman? It would be shocking!"

"How do you feel about their rejection?" asked Nancy.

Celeste shrugged her shoulders. "I'm fine with it," she answered in a matter of fact way.

Nancy stared at her. "If you don't mind, I'd like to give you my professional opinion."

Celeste nodded her okay.

"You're full of shit," quipped Nancy. She then got serious. "Be honest, how do you really feel?"

Celeste looked back at Nancy and began to tremble slightly, her lips began to quiver, and then the tears started. Nancy got up and hugged and held her as she cried.

Celeste held on tightly and cried. "They never asked if I was okay. They never asked if I was happy. They're just ashamed of me! My own parents, and they're ashamed of me!"

Nancy didn't say a word. She just allowed Celeste to cry and let out her pent up emotions. She was angry with Celeste's parents. They hadn't a clue about the lovely young woman who was now their daughter. Celeste was already a better person than either could hope to be.

After a long and draining cry, Celeste began to wipe her eyes. "I guess that was long overdue. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You mind if we talk about the abduction another time?" asked Celeste.

"No, not at all," answered Nancy.

"Thanks. I think that's enough emotion for one day," smiled Celeste.

 

Chapter 3

Later that evening, Nancy was reviewing her charts for the three ex-captives. While she was the lead therapist, each teen had a fulltime therapist assigned to them. Suicide was a real fear, as was substance abuse.

The goal of the therapy was to get the ex-captives back into a stable life. They knew that for many of the ex-captives that would be difficult. But the therapists were prepared to help them find a path for the rest of their lives. Nancy knew that many of the feminized boys accepted their lives as female and she was happy that the policy was not to force them back. In fact, part of the recovery funds was set-aside for any of the teens that wanted SRS.

She started with Tina; formerly Phillip Lennox of Boston, Mass. Phillip had been abducted three years earlier. In school, Phillip was a top student and musician. He played several instruments, including the piano. He also wrote poetry. Nancy hoped to re-spark Tina's interest in these things. So far, she had shown no desire to even touch a piano, but one was available to her. Nancy also ensured that Tina's room had a writing desk, with lots of stationery and pens.

Tina fully accepted her life as a female, and it was just as well that she did, thought Nancy. Thomas Simon had performed extensive plastic surgery on her body, and it was unlikely that she could ever look male again, unless she subjected herself to more extensive and heroic surgery.

Fortunately, Tina had been made very beautiful. Her face had been radically changed and she now looked like a model. Nancy compared photos of Tina and Phillip. They looked like two different people. Tina had a new petite nose, high cheekbones, and thick exotic lips. Additionally, Thomas had shaved her trachea and performed surgery on her jaw. Her chin was less prominent now too.

Thomas hadn't stopped with her face. He had removed two ribs to give her a smaller waist. Additionally, he had given Tina special hormonal injections that increased her breast size to 36 E breasts.

Tina's hair was presently bleached blonde. Nancy asked her what her original hair color had been and Tina said that she really couldn't remember. She told Nancy that Jack had her change her hair color often. The Japanese club manager wanted her strictly as a blonde. Nancy told her that it was now her choice. The idea of having a choice was confusing to Tina, as it was for many of the ex-captives.

Then there was the issue with the hormone mixture that Margo used on all her feminized teens. Nancy knew that a team of endocrinologists was studying the formula as it had several strange properties. First was that it stayed in the system for an extremely long time. While it sterilized the teens, it left them with both the ability to achieve an erection and the ability to achieve orgasm. It also resisted all efforts to cleanse the body of it. The experts were also checking to see if it had somehow permanently affected their testes, or if they might have had ovarian tissue implanted in them. Of course, Margo offered no help whatsoever. She seemed pleased that her formulas, like her mental techniques, were also baffling the experts.

Nancy continued to review the file on Tina. Initially she was owned by Jack Rockford. He had wanted a trophy wife, but had treated her more like a mistress. He had requested the specifics of her facial surgery and sexual training. He wanted her to be extremely oral in nature. After a year, he tired of her and sold her to the owner of the club in Tokyo. Thankfully, Margo had kept extensive records, which lead to his arrest. He was now sitting in a federal prison. The Japanese club owner was not charged, as he released the teen without any trouble. Nancy, like many others in the agency, felt frustration that so many of the foreign captors weren't being charged by their respective countries.

Tina had been given a full physical and fortunately she was extremely healthy. Not all the ex-captives were as lucky, thought Nancy. Several were being treated for STDs and at least two were HIV positive. All the teens would get a second battery of tests, and Nancy expected more to be positive. Her anger towards the Simons and their customers grew with each passing day. At least the teen would be receiving the best medical care possible. The Simon's' massive bankroll was paying for that.

Tina was also lucky in that one of her parents wanted her back. Her mother was very understanding and was kept updated on her progress. She was also willing to give Nancy time to help her child. Tina's dad was angry and had totally rejected the idea that Tina was once his son. Tina was devastated by this; and it only made her long for her original owner. Nancy imagined that he was now seen as a father figure.

That was something else that amazed and shocked Nancy - the parental reactions. Almost thirty percent of the parents wanted nothing to do with their teens. Some blamed the teen for their own abduction and others were horrified by what the teens had to do while in captivity.

Nancy had watched as Jenna tried to explain to some parents that their daughter had no choice in becoming a sex-slave. The parents claimed that if she had prayed more, then she would have been able to resist. Nancy wanted to explain that teens with strong faith were more likely to be controlled, as it was often used against them, but it was no use.

Nancy had no intention of trying to turn Tina back into Philip. She did want to break her attachment to her previous "owner." There was also the issue with her addiction to sex. Nancy didn't want to see her back working in some club or worse. Presently, Tina was content to stay female, and Nancy decided not to interfere with her decision. It was more important that Tina broke free from her desire to be a sex slave.

Bébé, on the other hand, was not into sex at all. The raid on the Maryland farm had happened before that phase of her training started. Bébé was very content with her feminized status and was very anxious to please. Maybe Celeste was right, thought Nancy. Put Bébé to work as a fulltime servant, and hopefully she would rebel. It was an unorthodox approach, but then these weren't exactly textbook cases.

Nancy e-mailed another therapist who was having some success with breaking the captives of speaking with a foreign accent. He was making progress in helping a girl lose her programmed Dutch accent.

Celeste was right about another thing. The girls who had been captive were recovering faster than the feminized boys. They had fewer obstacles to deal with than the boys. True, many of the girls needed corrective surgery, but it was less radical than the boys. The biggest request from many of the girls was breast reduction surgery.

Bébé's parents were very understanding. They only wanted their child to be happy and healthy, and if their son was happier as a girl then they could live with that. She updated them regularly with Bébé's progress. Too bad Celeste's parents were such fools, Nancy thought.

As with Tina, Nancy ensured that Bébé had access to things she used to do as Randy. Nancy had stocked Bébé's room with books by Randy's favorite authors. She also installed a computer with several of Randy's favorite computer games. Hopefully something would break Bébé out of her submissive nature.

She reviewed Bébé's record and found that Randy had been considered the class clown and had been disruptive in class many times. That was a good sign, as it meant that Bébé hadn't always been passive.

Maybe if they put Bébé on a very strict schedule, she would try to break away. Nancy decided she would sit down with Celeste and Ina tomorrow and work out a schedule.

Next Nancy reviewed the file on the last teen. Before she started she refilled her mug with coffee.

 

Chapter 4

Dot was the third teen recovering at Celeste's estate. She had once been Eric Larsen of Washington, DC. Eric had been abducted a year earlier, but there was little of Eric left in the beautiful young woman named Dot. Margo had taken great pains to mold and transform Eric into Dot.

Dot had been rescued from the Maryland farm that the Simons used to train and transform their slaves. Dot had been due to be sold to a brothel on a private island off the coast of Greece. In another week she would have been delivered for the price of 2 million dollars.

In addition to Dot's hormonal treatments, she had received some rather radical surgery. She still had a penis, although it was now very small. It was barely an inch long when aroused. The rest of Dot's body was exquisite. It was as if an artist had created her.

Dot had long raven hair. Like the other teens, the rest of her body was perfectly smooth and hairless. Her figure was 38D-24-36. Dot was very aware of her body and exercised several hours every day to maintain her figure.

Part of Margo's programming had been to make Dot love being naked and to show off her body suggestively. Dot fought all efforts to clothe her, and even now, after six weeks of therapy, they couldn't get her to stay dressed. Nancy suspected that Margo had programmed Dot with a code word that, when spoken, would give Dot permission to wear clothes. However, as with all issues related to the teens, Margo was completely uncooperative.

Dot was also highly sexual. That was one of the reasons why she was segregated from the other teens. Dot and her therapist were living in a guest cottage on the estate. Dot had finally stopped trying to seduce her therapist, Dr. Sarah Crowe. However, whenever Dot was with someone new, she immediately tried to engage him or her in sexual activity. Dot didn't want sex for her own pleasure, rather she seemed to be driven to please her partner. Actually please wasn't a strong enough term. Dot was obsessed with the pleasure of her partner. Her own pleasure didn't seem to matter. Like most of the teens, Dot was bisexual.

Margo's computer files showed that she used Dot regularly for her own sexual gratification. That must be why Dot views sexually pleasing her partner as so important, thought Nancy.

Sarah was starting to make progress in terms of the sexual activity. However, she insisted that, for the meantime, Dot be kept segregated from the others. Dot was also fitted with a tracking device around her ankle. Three times she had tried to escape, the last time was just two days ago.

Nancy filled her coffee cup from the carafe as she continued to read Sarah's report. Sarah had experience in deprogramming teens that had been in cults. In fact she was one of the recognized experts in this field and she wasn't optimistic concerning Dot's recovery.

Sarah was very frustrated by the techniques used by Margo. There was little, if any, of Eric's personality left. It was as if Margo had rewritten it, as one did a computer program. Eric had been a top scholar. He played several musical instruments and was an active reader. Dot wanted nothing to do with any of these. She seemed only concerned with sexual pleasure and her body. Dot was interested in dancing, and Sarah hoped she could use this as a way to break Margo's programming.

Eric's family life had been less than perfect. Both parents seemed more interested in their careers and personal wealth than their son. It seemed likely that he'd been an unplanned and unwelcome interruption of their busy lives. Neither parent seemed that close to Eric, and that was probably why he'd spent so much of his life in boarding schools and summer camps

When later informed that their child had been recovered his parents seemed strangely reserved, as if they were afraid of something. Nancy knew something was wrong, but couldn't put her finger on what it was. Perhaps the fact that Margo was the only person who'd ever paid personal attention to him might explain why Dot was so devoted to her.

 

Nancy closed the report and let out a long sigh. She couldn't understand how anyone could be so cruel as to deliberately damage another human being so severely. Nancy logged onto her computer and finished her weekly report to Jenna.

 

Chapter 5

"I need to go into the city today to see my lawyer. Do you need anything?" Celeste asked Nancy the following morning.

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to ride in with you," replied Nancy. "I need to swing by my office."

Celeste broke out in a smile. "Cool! But you must let me buy you lunch!"

Nancy nodded. It was funny, she thought. Celeste acted so proper and refined most of the time, but every now and then she slipped.

Celeste and Nancy sat in the back of the limo for the drive into Manhattan. Celeste was wearing a navy two-piece suit and a white silk blouse. Nancy was wearing a similar dark brown outfit.

"I hate wearing this suit, but I do have an image to uphold," quipped Celeste.

Nancy laughed. "I know the feeling!"

"I guess this would be a good time to continue my story," volunteered Celeste. "Don't worry about Michael. He is trustworthy." Celeste pointed toward the limo driver, behind the screen.

Nancy nodded. She was impressed with all of Celeste's staff. All apparently knew about her status, and they were fiercely protective of her.

"Anyway, I was walking home from school when I was grabbed. I remembered a dart hitting me in the leg. A van opened up and I was grabbed. I passed out before they drove away. When I woke up, I was naked in a cell."

"I saw the cells when I toured the farm," stated Nancy. She was shocked when she saw the initial cells. They were all gray in color and the only piece of furniture was a cot, with gray sheets. All light was controlled from the outside, as was ventilation.

Celeste nodded. "Initially there was nothing in the cell except a cot. I quickly lost track of time. They subjected me to long periods of total darkness followed by bright light. They also made it very cold or extremely hot. I was well fed, but it soon became obvious they were controlling every aspect of my life. At one time I received breakfast six times in a row. I was told what to do by a voice from a speaker."

"Did you ever see anyone else?" asked Nancy.

"Not for a long time. I could hear others through the ventilation system. Sometimes I could hear screams and crying followed by the sounds of beatings," described Celeste.

"You know that it was all a recording system?" asked Nancy.

"Yes, Ally told me all about it. Regardless, it was very effective. I was soon afraid that they would come for me."

"When did you first notice your body changing?" asked Nancy.

"I guess it was a few weeks later, by my account of time. My nipples were becoming more sensitive, and then I noticed my breasts growing. There were other things before that. I would wake up and feel parts of my face and body swollen and hurting. They were using electrolysis over my whole body."

"It must have been frightening."

"At first it was. Then there was a sense of acceptance. I had no urge to fight or resist. They could have done anything to me after a few weeks in captivity." Celeste let out a big sigh.

"You don't have to continue with this," stated Nancy as she took Celeste's hand.

"No, I need to talk about it. Soon female clothing was appearing in my cell. I was told to wear it, and of course I did. I didn't feel anything about the clothes. They could have told me to wear a gorilla suit and I would have done it."

"What type of clothes did they give you?"

"Initially it was lingerie, really nice things too! Teddies, stockings, garter belts, nightgowns and things like that. Later, it became more stylish and high class, and I was informed that I was to become 'a real girl.' I found out that was after Sherman bought me."

"When did you start wearing other clothes?"

"That didn't happen until much later. But again, the clothes were all top of the line. Everything was a designer label and everything fit perfectly!" smiled Celeste. "There were dresses, skirts, blouses, things like that. Sherman didn't want me to be into fetish clothing."

"I read the summary that Sherman submitted to the Simons. It was very explicit regarding your style," stated Nancy. "I remember a line that went something like 'a cultured, classy young woman."

"I know. He later showed it to me. He's the reason why I wasn't pierced like so many of the others," added Celeste.

"What other changes occurred?"

"As long as I cooperated, my privileges increased. I soon had a real bed and a CD player. The music selection was wonderful - classical music to the blues. I also was given reading material. You cannot imagine how much I missed reading!" smiled Celeste.

"When did you first see Margo?"

Celeste took a long breath and shivered slightly. "I never knew her name until later. She was 'The Matron.' Everything I said included 'Yes, Matron' or 'No, Matron'."

Nancy nodded. Apparently Margo used the same techniques on all the teens. "Did she ever hurt you?"

"No, not physically. She threatened me constantly at first. Often she would explain the punishment in detail before she gave me my instructions. By then, I fully believed she would do those horrible things to me."

"What sort of things?" asked Nancy.

"Beatings, electric shock, burns, you name it. She was in total control and she knew it. You must remember that by then I had heard so many beatings that this woman petrified me. She was very imposing as she dressed completely in black leather. She had the most evil grin you could imagine. I still get shivers thinking about it."

"Well, she's only wearing bright orange these days," smiled Nancy.

Celeste smiled back.

"What about Thomas Simon. Did you have any contact with him?"

"I never saw him. I was just under his 'care'," quipped Celeste. "Ally told me that he was the one who operated on me."

Nancy nodded. According to her file, Celeste had had surgery on her nose and cheeks. She probably escaped with the least amount of surgery of any of the ex-captives. Her only piercings were for earrings.

"So when did you have SRS?" asked Nancy.

"That was last year, just a few months before we got married," replied Celeste. She then sighed and looked out the window of the limo.

"You really loved him, didn't you?"

Celeste turned around and wiped a tear away. "Yes, and he loved me. I can honestly say he was the first person who really loved me. He even offered to let me go and was willing to pay to have the changes reversed."

Nancy nodded.

"Well, that's another story. It looks like we're here. I shouldn't be more than two hours. You can use the limo as you need," offered Celeste. She then relayed these instructions to Michael, the limo driver.

The large man nodded.

"Okay. I'll see you for lunch," smiled Nancy and she hugged Celeste.

"Thanks. I appreciate that you care about me too," smiled Celeste as she stepped out of the limo.

 

Chapter 6

Nancy swung by her office and checked her messages. She was pleased to see that Agent Ally Burns and another agent would be flying in later in the week. Ally was an interesting person, she thought. She had only met her once, but Ally had made a huge impression on her. Jenna also spoke very highly of both Ally and her department. It was one of Ally's agents who had started the investigation that lead to the rescue of the teens and the arrests of the Simons. Nancy also noticed that Ally had a strong relationship with Celeste. That was good, as Celeste needed friends. Nancy was worried that Celeste was too isolated. Celeste was just twenty and she was close to being a recluse.

Nancy reviewed some of the reports from therapists at other locations before leaving to meet Celeste for lunch. All were experiencing difficulty in breaking the mind control techniques of Margo Simon. You got off lucky with life in prison, thought Nancy, as she cursed Margo. Many of the other therapists were trying unconventional means to break the submissiveness of the teens. So maybe her plans for Bébé weren't so out there after all, she thought.

The limo picked her up and they drove to the office of Celeste's attorney. Sherman had left everything to Celeste, including his sizable investments. He had the foresight to educate Celeste and she was more than capable of making good decisions.

Celeste arrived a few minutes later. "Everything looks good," she commented as she entered the limo. She then told Michael to drive to a local bistro.

"Do you mind if I ask you how much you're worth?" asked Nancy.

"Including the house and the uptown apartment, somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 million," replied Celeste.

Nancy shook her head in disbelief. "That's some neighborhood!"

Celeste shook her shoulders. "Sherman was smart about investments. He taught me a lot, and he also brought in some excellent tutors for me. I appreciate his foresight."

"So what're you doing with the apartment?" asked Nancy.

"I'll probably rent it out. It overlooks Central Park. Wait a minute, where do you live?" asked Celeste.

"I rent a condo over in Jersey," replied Nancy.

"Why don't you live in the apartment. I don't need the money, and I'd rather have a friend living there. We'll stop by there after lunch!" explained Celeste excitedly.

"I appreciate the offer, but it is too generous of you," replied Nancy.

"Nonsense. Sherman used it as his home away from home. The view is fantastic, and I doubt you'll find a better deal!"

"I'll look at it, but if I do say yes, I want to pay rent," stated Nancy.

"Fine, rent will be set as one dinner a month!" smiled Celeste. "Please allow me to do this. I like helping people, especially my friends."

Nancy nodded. She had told Celeste how much she enjoyed cooking and it was the truth. "I hope my cooking lives up to your high standards."

"I'm sure it will!"

After lunch they arrived at the building where the apartment was located. It wasn't the penthouse, but it was close. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a balcony overlooking Central Park. It even had a parking garage!

"Sherman used the second bedroom as an office," explained Celeste as they walked around.

"The view is stunning!" exclaimed Nancy. She loved how high she was as she looked out. She could see almost all of the park, as well as many of the downtown landmarks.

"I thought you'd like it. So?" asked Celeste.

"I don't know what to say, other than thank you," stated Nancy and she turned and hugged Celeste.

"This was Sherman's place and it means little to me. I like the idea of a friend getting joy out of it."

"I think my first rent payment will be one of my grandmother's recipes," stated Nancy.

"Cool, I love Chinese food," replied Celeste.

"Actually it will be lasagna. My mother's side of the family is Italian!" laughed Nancy.

They both broke out laughing.

 

Chapter 7

On the ride back to Southampton, Celeste returned to her story.

"Margo was very demanding in grading my makeup, hair and clothes. Everything had to be perfect, no detail was too small. Looking back, it was the one thing I would thank her about," explained Celeste. "I spent days practicing my makeup in my room. I was given real furniture and the gray walls were covered in colorful wallpaper."

"Were you aware that you were being watched?" asked Nancy.

"I began to suspect that I was, but my resistance was broken by then."

"How did the sexual training start?" asked Nancy.

"Margo came into my room one morning and explained that I was going to be the property of a rich, powerful man. My job would be to please him as a real woman would. I should have been horrified by this prospect, but instead I remember being delighted knowing what my new life would be - that there would be more to life beyond my cell. I wanted to please Margo, and I threw myself enthusiastically into my training," answered Celeste.

"I notice that you call her Margo and not Matron like the rest of the girls," remarked Nancy.

"I was broken of that by my therapist. That took some time," remarked Celeste.

Nancy nodded. "You don't need to tell me any more if you don't want to."

"I don't mind. I was given several sex toys and told how to practice on each. I spent hours every day perfecting my techniques of oral and anal stimulation. My nipples were very sensitive by then, and it felt good to play with them as I practiced. Margo allowed me to do this, as a reward. However I was not allowed to touch my penis without her permission."

"I read through her logs on the captives. Margo was definitely thorough in her training," added Nancy.

"I got that impression from talking to Ally."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Ally is flying up on Friday. She wants to check in on the progress of the teens. She also wants to talk to you."

Celeste's face showed her joy. "That's wonderful news. I hope she'll stay overnight!"

"I don't know about that. She will be traveling with another agent."

"Who's that?"

"All the e-mail said was Agent Williams."

"Maybe it's Steve Williams. I remember him from when we first met."

"Could be," replied Nancy.

"I can't wait to see Ally again!"

Nancy smiled at the genuine joy that Celeste was showing.

"It looks like we made good time leaving the city. I'll continue my story later, if you don't mind," stated Celeste.

"That's fine. I need to check in with my assistants as soon as we arrive."

"Oh, when do you want to meet with Ina and I?" asked Celeste.

Nancy looked at her watch. "Is five okay?"

"That would be fine. I'll tell Ina."

 

Chapter 8

Ina had worked for Sherman Farnsworth for years. He had been the man responsible for cutting all the red tape in getting her citizenship twenty-five years ago. He had done so much more for her, including paying for college for her three kids. When she first started working for him she could barely read, so he brought in a tutor for her. Additionally, he paid her very well. She could have left him years ago, but she stayed out of loyalty. So what if he liked to dress as in women's clothes! He was always polite and generous.

Ina had had some reservations when he brought in the girl. She was worried that he would get in trouble, but Celeste proved to be a lovely young woman. He certainly seemed to love her, thought Ina. The exact circumstances of how Mr. Farnsworth met Celeste were never made clear to her, but they made a lovely couple. Ina now gave Celeste the same loyalty that she had given Mr. Farnsworth.

She wondered why Celeste wanted to see her as she arrived outside her office and knocked on the door.

"Please come in, Ina," smiled Celeste.

Ina looked at Celeste, nodded and entered. She then looked over and saw Nancy sitting in a chair to her left.

"Ina, please sit down. I have a favor to ask you," stated Celeste. She looked at the middle-aged Hispanic woman and felt love. In so many ways, she meant more to Celeste than her own mother.

Celeste and Nancy explained their plan for Bébé. Ina sat and nodded.

"So you want me to be very strict and demanding?" asked Ina. She wanted to call Celeste ma'am, but Celeste had asked her not to.

"Yes, as will I. It won't be easy, but it is for her own good," explained Celeste.

Ina nodded. "What would you like the young woman to wear?"

"Standard gray dress, white apron and flats for shoes. And Ina, she is working for you, so treat her accordingly," stated Celeste.

"Be strict with her and ensure she is given a rigid daily schedule. Keep her on a standard routine. We're trying to get her to be more independent," added Nancy. "Also correct her immediately if she fails to speak English."

"I understand. Do you think this will help her?" asked Ina.

"We hope so, Ina," answered Celeste.

"I'm happy to help," smiled Ina.

"Let us know of any incidents of rebellion," added Nancy.

"I will," answered Ina. She couldn't bring herself to call either woman by their first name.

"I also want you to instruct her to be very formal with Nancy and I," stated Celeste. "She is to address Nancy as Dr. Chen, and have her call me Mrs. Farnsworth."

"Yes - Mrs....yes, I will," answered Ina

Celeste smiled. She felt very strong affection for Ina and was very happy when Ina agreed to stay on after Sherman's death.

After Ina left, Nancy and Celeste discussed the plan.

"You will also have to be very strict for this to work. I know it goes against your nature, but you must not cut Bébé any slack!" explained Nancy.

"Yes, Dr. Chen!" quipped Celeste.

Nancy laughed. "Oh, I forgot to tell you! I will be taking over Bébé's case for a while. Melody had to leave this afternoon due to a personal emergency."

Melody was the therapist assigned to work with Bébé.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Nancy.

Nancy shook her head no. "I think I can handle everything."

"What about Melody?" asked Celeste.

"She didn't tell me exactly what is wrong. But I know that her father has been ill. As soon as I know something I'll let you know."

"I hope everything works out," stated Celeste.

"Me too. I'm taking over Bébé's case for now. Gwen has a good handle on Tina, and Sarah...well, Sarah is doing the best she can with Dot."

"You're worried about Dot, aren't you?" asked Celeste.

"I'm worried about all the teens. However, it's Dot that worries me the most. Margo really messed up her mind. I don't know if Dot will make a full recovery," confessed Nancy.

Celeste leaned over and hugged Nancy.

"What was that for?" asked Nancy, with a smile.

"You looked like you could use a hug!"

 

Chapter 9

Celeste went up to her room and decided to take a bubble bath before going to bed. She found that a long hot soak relaxed her before going to bed. As the water was filling the oversized tub, Celeste stripped and stood naked in front of the mirror. She was pleased with her body and how feminine she looked. Slowly she ran her hands across her body and smiled at the sensations from her breasts. The hormones that Margo had given her had left her with a heightened sexual sensitivity. This had not diminished even though it had been several years since she had been in Margo's custody.

Celeste slowly inched herself into the bath and let out a long contented sigh. While it was true that she owed her present life to the fact that Margo had her abducted, she still felt anger towards her. Yes, she had been lucky thanks to Sherman, but then there were the girls like Tina and Bébé. I wish there was a way I could make Margo's life more miserable, thought Celeste.

Celeste thought about Bébé and hoped that their plan worked. Bébé deserved a better life than as a mindless servant, she thought. The other two girls recovering at the estate were a bit of a mystery. Nancy had her plans for their recovery and for now that meant that they didn't come in contact with others.

I will bring in tutors once they are ready, she thought. She decided that it was the least she could do as Sherman would have done that. She then thought of Sherman and smiled. Smiling kept the tears away. They had only been together a short time, but they had a wonderful life together. I wonder if I'll ever find another man as special as you, she thought. She knew that the last thing that Sherman wanted was for her to spend the rest of her life as a mourning widow. But that wasn't a big concern right now.

Celeste got out of the tub, dried off and slipped on an apricot colored silk nightgown. She then lifted back the covers and climbed into her bed. Laying there in bed she stared at the ceiling and whispered, "Good night, my dear."

 

Chapter 10

The following morning, Celeste was sitting in the dining room being served by Ina and her new assistant, Bébé. Celeste held in her smile at the sight of Bébé in a plain gray dress, white apron, pantyhose, and black flat-soled shoes. It was far from the French maid outfit that Bébé had been forced to wear by Margo Simon. Bébé was only wearing a touch of makeup and her long blond hair was pulled back into a bun. Still she seemed overly pleased to be acting as a servant.

"Bébé, when Mrs. Farnsworth arrives for breakfast, you will ask her what she wants. Be sure that her newspapers are already here and laid to the side," explained Ina.

"Good morning, Mrs. Farnsworth. What would you like for breakfast?" asked Bébé.

Celeste noticed that Bébé was struggling to speak in English without an accent.

"I will have a sesame seed bagel, lightly toasted, cream cheese on the side, chilled fresh-squeezed orange juice, and tea," stated Celeste, acting like many of the snooty rich women she knew. It was hard to be so demanding, she thought.

"Yes, Mrs. Farnsworth," replied Bébé.

"Bébé, you need to ask Mrs. Farnsworth what type of tea she wants," corrected Ina.

"I'm sorry. Mrs. Farnsworth, what type of tea would you like this morning?" asked Bébé.

"English Breakfast, please," replied Celeste.

"Bébé, never apologize in front of Mrs. Farnsworth. Just do as you are told," corrected Ina.

Bébé started to apologize to Ina but held it in and nodded.

As they walked out, Ina turned around and smiled at Celeste.

So far so good, thought Celeste. She picked up the paper and scanned the headlines.

Nancy walked in a few minutes later. "How's your new servant doing?"

"She'll be back in a few minutes with my breakfast and you can see for yourself," answered Celeste with a smile. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

Nancy nodded. "I did, thank you. I may have thought of a way to shake up Tina a little. How did you sleep?"

"I dreamed of Sherman again," answered Celeste. "It was a pleasant dream."

"I'm sorry. You must miss him greatly," replied Nancy.

Celeste nodded.

Bébé walked in carrying a tray and expertly set the contents out in front of Celeste. Margo had trained her expertly and Celeste could find no fault in Bébé's actions. Bébé took Nancy's order and retreated to the kitchen.

"She is very attentive," remarked Celeste.

"This will take time. Don't expect her to be rebelling by this afternoon. It may take weeks, if not months of repetitive work to cause the results we are looking for," explained Nancy.

"And if she doesn't change?" asked Celeste.

"Maybe she won't. There is a possibility that all she can be is a servant. Then we will work on at least giving her a life to go along with it," answered Nancy.

"If she cannot breakout of the programming, she will always have a place here," stated Celeste.

"That's very generous," added Nancy.

"Not generous. I just know that she'll be safe here. I fear someone taking advantage of her or worse, hurting her."

Nancy nodded.

"So, what's you plan for Tina?" asked Celeste.

"Ally's trip gave me the idea. I'm going to have her bring the file on Jack Rockford. Tina sees Jack as her lover and protector. I'm going to let her see the real man with all his many faults,' explained Nancy.

"The bucket of cold water treatment?" asked Celeste.

"That's one way of looking at it. I hope it will shock Tina into seeing that Jack only saw her as an object and that she never mattered to him. It will be traumatic to her, but from her file I think she'll be able to rebound from it."

"Rebound? So you expect her to take the truth hard?" asked Celeste.

Nancy nodded. They were then interrupted by Bébé who brought in Nancy's food.

After Bébé left they resumed their conversation. "Tina needs to accept that she was victimized so she can move on. Until then she will stay in her present state. Her recovery won't be easy because of the abuse she has undergone," explained Nancy as she sipped her coffee.

"Do you think she will recover?" asked Celeste. "Be honest."

Nancy set her cup down and glanced outside. It was a beautiful spring morning. "I don't know. I'm a realist. These teens have been brutalized mentally and physically. I hope we can make them into functioning individuals, but I know that some may never be able to be out on their own, completely independent."

Celeste got up and hugged Nancy.

"What was that for?" asked a surprised Nancy.

"You needed it. You're human too, and don't lie to me and say that this isn't bothering you," stated Celeste.

"Maybe you should be a therapist," smiled Nancy.

"I just want to help all those hurt by the Simons."

"Do you feel up to telling more about your captivity?" asked Nancy

"I guess so. I think I was about to tell you about the sexual training," answered Celeste.

Nancy nodded and poured herself another cup of coffee.

"Sherman wasn't specific with his requirements, with the exception that he told Margo that I would be only serving him. So, Margo trained me in all aspects of pleasing men," continued Celeste.

"You don't need to go through all this in detail. I've read the charts," stated Nancy.

"No, I want to tell someone. It was made clear to me that even though I still had my male sex organs, I was not a male. They were just there to amuse my new owner. Margo trained me to see myself as female. This really wasn't that hard for me, but initially it was difficult to train on the sex toys. I was never really preoccupied with sex and the idea that I would have sex with a man was difficult to accept. I was punished for not being enthusiastic enough for Margo's tastes."

"What do you mean?" asked Nancy.

"I did the sex acts, but I didn't look like I was enjoying it. I was stripped naked and placed in a bare cell. She then turned off all the lights and left me there for what seemed like days. There was no way to tell time, as the room was completely dark. I could hear the sounds of something else in the cell. It sounded like an animal, as I could hear what sounded like claws clicking on the floor. There were also growls. I was soon screaming to be forgiven. When she finally let me out, I really tried to appear more eager in performing oral sex on the plastic penis," described Celeste. "Margo also began making me watch videos of girls who appeared very enthusiastic and seemed to be really enjoying themselves as they preformed oral sex and received anal sex. She told me over and over that real girls got genuine pleasure from making sure their men were completely satisfied sexually."

Nancy sat there in silence, trying to imagine the punishment.

"I guess those sounds were also fake, but they sounded real enough to me that I never disobeyed her again," continued Celeste.

"How long did the training sessions last?" asked Nancy.

"Oh, I practiced every morning for three hours. That was part of my daily routine. When I was introduced to anal sex, I practiced that every afternoon for at least an hour. Thankfully, I had other studies," informed Celeste.

"Like what?" asked Nancy.

"Sherman wanted a cultured girl. So I was trained to be a 'lady'. I was given training in proper etiquette. I also received training in fashion and makeup. That wasn't so bad," smiled Celeste. The smile then disappeared. "I can't imagine what sort of things the other girls received."

"I know this is difficult, but you have given me great insight into what happened. This is helping me understand why Margo's programming is so difficult to break."

Celeste nodded. "By the time I was delivered to Sherman, I was a very sexual being. I craved sex and couldn't wait to begin pleasuring my master. My mindset was that it wouldn't be too bad. All I would have to do is offer my body, and I was willing to do that."

"When did you know who had bought you?" asked Nancy.

"I first saw Sherman's photo around two months before I was delivered to him. Margo explained who he was and how I was to serve him. I had his photo next to my bed and I looked at it constantly," explained Celeste.

"She transferred her control of you to Sherman," remarked Nancy.

"That sounds about right. I knew that I would be Sherman's property and I focused myself to ensure he would be happy with me," continued Celeste.

"That's where Tina is stuck right now," stated Nancy.

Celeste nodded in agreement.

Just then, Sarah came into the dining room. She looked to be just over medium height and had light red hair. She was wearing khaki shorts, an olive top, and sandals. Like Nancy, Sarah had grown up in California, although she was from San Diego. Nancy kidded her that might she might as well have been from another planet.

"Good morning, ladies," she said brightly. "I just need some coffee before we have our talk, Nancy."

"Good morning, Sarah. Help yourself. If you'd like some breakfast, Bébé will take your order," Celeste replied.

"Thanks. Just some wheat toast and a glass of OJ would be nice. I'm trying to watch my calories."

"How's Dot this morning?" asked Nancy.

"No change. I'm really frustrated with her progress. Whatever I try seems to roll off her, like water off a duck's back. She doesn't even acknowledge that she was once completely male," replied Sarah

"How does she explain the male parts of her anatomy then?" asked Celeste.

"Her story is that it's a birth defect. She said that The Matron promised to repair it one day," replied Sarah.

"How strange," commented Celeste. "Even with my own problems in the past, I can't imagine wanting to erase those memories completely."

"Do you have any new ideas on how to break the programming?" asked Nancy.

"No. I feel that she is hiding something, but I haven't been able to find it yet. When I do, I want to try a shock to her system, similar to what you're planning to do with Tina. Thanks for sending me the information," replied Sarah.

"You're welcome," answered Nancy. She noticed that Sarah was stifling a yawn. "Sarah, let me add someone to your staff. You must be exhausted."

"Thanks, but I'm okay. I have a nurse to watch Dot when I can't be with her. Dot has given up on trying to seduce us. I'll keep you up to date on my progress, or lack of progress," stated Sarah, her frustration showing through.

"If it means anything, Sarah, I doubt if anyone could do any better," comforted Nancy.

Sarah cracked a tired smile. "Thanks."

 

Chapter 11

 

Celeste was excitedly waiting for Ally Burns to arrive. She considered the agent a kindred spirit as, like her, Ally was also transgendered. Celeste also wondered about the other agent. All Nancy knew was that an Agent Williams was accompanying Ally.

She had first met Ally just two days after Sherman's death. While Celeste was pleased to hear that the Simons had been arrested, she was fearful that she would be ripped out of her life and be sent back to live as Jeremy. Thankfully, Ally was very kind and supportive and they had formed an instant friendship.

Ally was flying into the Suffolk County Airport. Celeste sent out Michael to pick her and the other agent up.

"My, you seem anxious this morning!" quipped Nancy, as she joined Celeste out on the deck. It was a lovely spring morning and Celeste was having breakfast outside.

"I guess I am. I don't have a lot of real friends," answered Celeste. "I have 'acquaintances' from my marriage to Sherman, but they don't count."

Nancy nodded.

"Okay, I know, I know. I should start getting out more!" Celeste smiled.

Bébé arrived and brought out breakfast.

"Bébé seems to be happy in her new role," sighed Celeste.

"Give her time," replied Nancy.

Celeste nodded. "What about Tina? Does she know what's going to happen today?"

"I told her that she would have a woman visitor and told her to dress accordingly," stated Nancy.

"Does she still want to dress...trashy?" asked Celeste.

"Trashy is too nice a term. I've been slowly trying to change her style, but it has been difficult. I consider it a major victory that she now wears skirts that actually cover her entire rear and tops over her lacy bustiers. I'm hoping that she will want a new wardrobe as soon as she breaks out of her obsession with Jack Rockford," answered Nancy.

"I hope she does change. She is a stunningly beautiful girl."

Thirty minutes later, Ina walked out on the deck. "The limo is pulling into the driveway. Your guests have arrived."

"Thank you, Ina. Where is Bébé?" asked Celeste, as she stood up to walk inside.

"She is polishing silver. I must admit that she is a hard worker."

"Thank you, Ina."

Celeste walked quickly to the front door. She opened the door and saw Ally stepping out of the limo. Ally was dressed in a stylish khaki business suit. Celeste waved and Ally smiled and waved back. Celeste was a bit surprised to see a young woman join Ally. The woman looked more like a girl. She couldn't be Agent Williams, thought Celeste. The younger woman was also dressed professionally. She was wearing a green skirt and white blouse. She was in the process of slipping on a matching jacket.

"Celeste, it's wonderful to see you again. Let me introduce Agent Beth Williams to you," announced Ally.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Farnsworth," stated the young woman in a polite tone.

Celeste extended her hand. "Please call me Celeste."

Beth smiled, "I will, Celeste, and please call me Beth."

"Beth is the daughter of Steve Williams, who you met the last time I was up here," stated Ally.

"I must say, you don't look old enough to be an agent," remarked Celeste.

"It's a long story," smiled Beth.

"Why don't we continue this out on the deck?" suggested Celeste. "Nancy Chen is already out there."

"Celeste, I thought you'd want to meet Beth, as she was the one that enabled us to arrest the Simons," announced Ally, as they walked into the house.

"Really? That's wonderful!" exclaimed Celeste.

"Ally is overstating my role. I was just a high school student targeted by the Simons. My contribution was to be abducted," smiled Beth.

"Don't believe her, Celeste. She did much more than that," interrupted Ally. Ally then proceeded to tell Celeste the edited version of Beth's role. There was no need to tell Celeste about Beth's secret.

"I just want to say that I'm impressed with both of you. I cannot put into words my thanks for stopping the Simons," stated Celeste.

They reached the deck and were met by Nancy, who then briefed Ally on the situation with Tina.

"I hope we can help undo some of the damage they did," stated Ally. "I brought everything you asked for, Nancy. Where do you want to do this?"

"I'd like to do it in the recreation room. There is a TV with a VCR there, so you can play the tape," stated Nancy.

"Beth, why don't you stay here with Celeste," suggested Ally with a smile.

"That would be wonderful. I would like to talk with you, Beth," stated Celeste.

Nancy and Ally left to go set up for their meeting with Tina.

 

Chapter 12

"How long were you in the Simon's loving care?" asked Celeste.

"Less than two days, although it seemed a lot longer. Margo had picked me out to become her personal toy," replied Beth, who felt a shiver of disgust at the idea of being in the clutches of Margo.

"Oh, my! That sounds horrible," replied Celeste. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Diet Coke, please," replied Beth as she sat down. She looked out over the yard and to the water. "Celeste, this is beautiful."

"I know," replied Celeste. She pressed a button and in a minute Bébé appeared. "With the nicer weather, I sit out all the time."

"Yes, Mrs. Farnsworth?" Bébé asked.

"Bébé, please bring us a couple of Diet Cokes. Also check with Dr. Chen, she's in the recreation room with another guest."

"Yes, Mrs. Farnsworth," answered Bébé. She paused a second and stared at Beth and then left on her duties.

"Is she one of the recovering ex-captives?" asked Beth.

"Yes. Nancy and I are trying some radical treatment to get her out of her programming," answered Celeste.

"I can imagine that the longer they were in captivity the worse they'll be," stated Beth.

"Also it depends on the person or persons they served," stated Celeste.

"Don't forget their personalities," added Beth.

Bébé arrived with their sodas and departed.

"I wonder if she is really happy," stated Beth, referring to Bébé.

"I don't think she is to the point of knowing one way or another. Margo was good when it came to breaking a person's will. It must have been different for you. You knew that help was on the way."

"True. I also did my best to fight off the effects of her process. I had the added advantage of having been held captive before," remarked Beth.

Celeste stared back at Beth and realized that there was more to Beth than met the eye.

"I don't suppose you can tell me about it," asked Celeste.

Beth shook her head. "Sorry, those missions are classified. If I told you, then I'd have to kill you."

Celeste looked at Beth and saw that she was starting to laugh and she joined in.

"Sorry, that's a bad joke. I picked that up from a relative in the Navy," joked Beth. It wasn't a total lie, she thought. After all, Ben could be considered a relative.

"Even though I sense you're hiding something from me, I have a feeling that we're going to become good friends," confessed Celeste.

"Secrets? Me?" stated Beth as she pointed a finger at her own chest. They both started laughing again.

 

Chapter 13

"How do you think she'll react?" asked Ally.

"Denial, and then hopefully it will hit her," replied Nancy.

"I hope you're right," answered Ally. "By the way, how do you like working with Celeste?"

"I don't see it as work. I'm glad I'm not her therapist, because I see her now more as a friend. She's a remarkable young woman."

"I think so too," concurred Ally.

"Well, no sense in putting this off anymore. I'll go get Tina," stated Nancy.

A few minutes later, Nancy brought in Tina, who was dressed in a short denim skirt and short sleeve blouse. The top couple buttons of the blouse were unbuttoned to show off her large breasts. Her walk seemed to be deliberately provocative, with an overdone swaying of her hips and butt. However, she was very polite and showed no resistance to talking to Ally. She sat down on the couch next to Ally.

"Tina, this is Special Agent Ally Burns. She took part in the investigation that led to your rescue from the club in Tokyo," introduced Nancy.

Tina just nodded.

"Tina, I was asked to come here to update you on the status of the persons who led to your abduction and captivity," stated Ally.

"Have you seen Master Jack?" she asked eagerly as she sat up.

"I'll get to him shortly. Have you been told the reasons why you specifically were abducted?" asked Ally.

"Nancy and Gwen said it was because I matched certain requirements," stated Tina. "But I know the truth. I was targeted because I was a wimp and because I was weak. I was also targeted because I wouldn't be missed. It was all my fault."

Gwen was Tina's personal therapist. Gwen was nearly fifty and had been a therapist for almost twenty years. While many others in her position might have felt resentment at working for Nancy, Gwen didn't mind. She would rather work with patients than fuss with being in charge. She saw Tina's recovery as a major challenge.

Gwen was a pleasant woman, slightly overweight, but maintained a stylish appearance. She kept her gray hair cut short. She had a love of music and played several instruments enthusiastically. That was one of the reasons why Nancy had assigned her to Tina.

Gwen was waiting outside the room, in case things got really bad. There was also the possibility that Tina would lash out at Ally and Nancy and, by not being there, Gwen would still have a relationship with her.

"That's not exactly true, Tina. I've had access to the Simon's notes. While it is true that your physical size had something to do with your abduction, it was your intelligence and interests that caught their eye. They only abducted teens with high IQs. You were on a list of potential abductees. Tell me what you were doing the day you were grabbed," asked Ally.

Tina looked away from Ally and stared off into space. "I was in band practice. I played the trumpet. Our band was invited to play at halftime of the Patriots-Bills football game. I was called out of practice and told that my mom was coming to pick me up, something about a medical appointment. The funny thing was that I didn't have an appointment. I was waiting out front of the school alone when the van pulled up and a dart struck me. The next thing I remembered, I was in a cell."

"The people who grabbed you tried the same thing at several other schools the same day, before they succeeded at your school. The secretary who took the phone call was a temp and unaware of the school policy on verifying phone calls before dismissing students. So it was not your fault," stated Ally.

Tina looked back at Ally.

"Now, let's get to Jack Rockford," continued Ally. They wanted to hit Tina hard and fast with the data.

"Please, let me go back to him. I'm not good for anything else!" interrupted Tina.

"That would be very difficult. Jack Rockford is in prison, specifically the one in Merion, Illinois. Due to his wealth and international connections, the prosecutor felt he was a flight risk, so he's being kept there. He is awaiting trial on a long list of charges," stated Ally. "It's unlikely he'll ever get out."

"If any are regarding me, please drop them. I want to be with him. It can't be kidnapping if I want to be with him, right?" pleaded Tina.

"The charges regarding you are the least of his troubles. He has been charged with twenty-two counts of drug trafficking and money laundering. There are also three charges of murder. Seems you were lucky, Tina. Jack didn't sell his other girls, he had them killed," stated Ally.

"You're lying. There weren't any others. He told me I was the first!" argued Tina.

Nancy noticed how emotional Tina was getting and was concerned about whether she could handle the truth.

"We found the bodies buried on his ranch in Texas. Their DNA matched missing teens," added Ally. She then took some photos out of a file and laid them down on the coffee table in front of Tina.

"It's not true!" cried Tina. "He cared for me. He only sent me to Japan to learn to behave. He would never hurt me or anyone!"

Ally picked up a remote control and clicked on the TV. She then started the tape of Jack Rockford's interrogation. The video showed Jack Rockford and his lawyer, along with a federal prosecutor and an agent.

"Now, tell us about the girls," stated the prosecutor. "Remember, part of your deal to avoid the death penalty was a full disclosure."

Jack laughed. "Girls? You mean freaks. They were just a phase I was going through. I though it would be entertaining to have some sissies around. The first few were nothing special, but the last one was a hoot. 'She' tried so hard to please me. No matter what I did to her, she remained loyal. Hell, even a dog will eventually growl at you or run away."

Tina stared at the screen in disbelief. She began to shake her head back and forth.

"Go on," stated the agent.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, Tina was pretty hot and she could suck the chrome off a tailpipe, but do you really think I'd want a sissy as a lover? I mainly used Tina to blackmail others. They would have sex with IT, and then I'd show them a tape of what they had thought was a girl. I could get them to do anything I wanted. Pretty funny, huh?"

"So what happened to Tina?"

"I sold that freak to a club owner in Tokyo. I guess they like their sex unnatural over there. I also made money on the deal, as they paid me more than I paid the Simons," answered Jack. He then began to laugh and started talking in a stereotypical Japanese accent as he ridiculed Tina some more.

Ally stopped the tape. Tina was rocking back and forth, she had pulled her knees up to her chest and had her arms wrapped around them. Tears were rolling down her face.

"I'm sorry, Tina, but I thought you deserved to know the truth," stated Ally softly as she put her arm around Tina's shoulders.

Tina looked at Ally then Nancy. Her lips were quivering and she began to cry hard. Nancy also wrapped her arms around her to comfort her. Tina began to cry and let her emotions out. She cried a long and hard cry that totally drained her and she eventually collapsed in their arms. The whole time Nancy and Ally comforted her.

Finally Tina stopped crying. She seemed very small, as if all the crying had shrunk her. A small voice escaped from her. "So what happens to me now?"

"We move on with your life," stated Nancy in a compassionate tone.

"My life. My life? My life is over. What can I do?" bemoaned Tina.

"No, it's not, Tina. It is just beginning," encouraged Nancy.

"I wish I could believe you," sighed Tina. Tears began to reform in her eyes.

"We'll talk more later. You look exhausted," observed Nancy.

"I am tired. Can I go back to my room?" asked Tina.

"Absolutely," answered Nancy.

"It was nice meeting you, Ally. Thank you," stated Tina.

"I wish you the best, Tina," replied Ally. "I look forward to seeing you again."

Gwen came in and escorted Tina out of the room.

"I know it was for the best, but I really hate my job some days. It would be so much easier to be ignorant of all the sick bastards there are out there. Too bad he's in Marion," vented Ally. Her temper was rising.

"Why is that? I've heard that Marion is a really harsh prison," remarked Nancy.

"It is. But it's classified as a Super-Max prison. That means that he'll spend the rest of his life in solitary, nice and safe," answered Ally.

Nancy nodded. "True. I don't imagine someone like that would last long in a general prison population."

"He'd end up as the freak," stated Ally softly.

 

Chapter 14

"How's Tina doing?" Celeste asked Nancy and Ally as they arrived out on the deck.

"She's crying. This could be a good sign, as it could mark her acceptance of what happened and that it's time to move on. The important thing now is for Tina to realize that her appearance isn't a roadblock to having a successful life," explained Nancy.

Beth glanced at Ally and cracked a slight smile.

"I think she should meet some positive role models," added Nancy, "so that she can see that she can excel. She's quite intelligent and can accomplish anything if she sets her mind to it."

"I think I know a few people right here in this room that meet that requirement," confessed Ally.

Nancy looked confused. "I agree that Tina should become better acquainted with Celeste. But you don't mean that you are...."

"I'm pre-op," interrupted Ally.

Nancy broke out in a big smile. "And I'm the only one here who didn't know?"

"I was surprised too when she told me. So don't feel so bad," added Celeste.

"I just know that Ally is a woman," smiled Beth.

"Thank you," replied Ally turning to Beth.

"I think your offer is extremely generous, Ally," remarked Nancy. She still couldn't believe that Ally had ever been a male.

"Not generous. I just want to help. I want to fight the predators who hurt others. I also want to help those hurt by them to heal," replied Ally.

Nancy nodded.

"Along those lines, I have a favor to ask you, Celeste," asked Ally.

"Anything," replied Celeste.

"I think that the Simons still have some money hidden. Margo went down way too easy, even after we told her that we got the Swiss and Bahamian accounts. Also doing the math, there should be more money, based on the number of teens we know they sold," explained Ally. "The financial experts in the agency haven't turned up anything else."

"Of course they wouldn't. They're financial experts, not financiers. Sherman knew all the tricks and taught me everything he knew. Don't worry, he was completely legitimate, but he knew the places where you could hide money. He caught several business partners trying to cheat him. I would be glad to help. Do you have a copy of her records?" asked Celeste.

"I can do better than that. I have her personal computer with her files on it. She's so arrogant that she didn't encrypt her files or even guard them with a password. The idea of being caught never entered her mind. That's why I think she hasn't given up," stated Ally. She pulled a laptop out of her briefcase and handed it to Celeste.

"I must insist that you spend the night. Rooms have been prepared and, no, you won't be a bother!" smiled Celeste.

"We'd love to stay. I'll reschedule our flight to tomorrow afternoon," answered Ally.

"Afternoon?" asked Celeste.

"I promised Beth that we'd do some shopping before we headed back to DC," smiled Ally. "She has a new boyfriend to impress!"

Beth stuck her tongue out at Ally.

"Excellent! Maybe I'll join you. Now, let me give you a tour before it gets too dark. I'll get on the files after dinner," stated Celeste.

"I need to get back to work. I'll see you at dinner. Thank you again, Ally," remarked Nancy.

Celeste led Beth and Ally through the estate. Ally was stunned by the size. She couldn't imagine having a place this big.

They arrived in the conservatory. There was a beautiful Steinway baby grand piano in the corner.

"Do you play?" asked Beth.

"I can't even play chopsticks," smiled Celeste. "Sherman played a little."

Ally noticed that Celeste seemed suddenly far away, lost in memories, and she figured that Sherman played more than "a little." She decided to change the subject.

"I want to thank you again for the lovely dinner in Bermuda," thanked Ally. "It was a generous gift. The wine was magnificent."

A few weeks earlier Ally and her lover and partner had been in Bermuda for a much-needed vacation. Celeste had treated them to a dinner at the Waterlot Inn, one of the finest restaurants there.

"I thought you'd enjoy it. Sherman took me there once on our honeymoon."

"So will you join us tomorrow?" asked Beth eagerly.

"If that's okay?" asked Celeste.

"I would love that," added Ally.

Beth was nodding her concurrence.

"Thanks," replied Celeste. "Nancy says that I need to get out more."

They continued the tour.

"If you don't mind my asking, what are your plans for the rest of your life?" asked Ally.

"I really don't know. Two months ago, everything was set. I would be Sherman's loving wife. I don't need money. Sherman left his fortune very secure. I like the idea of helping others, but don't know exactly where to go with that," replied Celeste.

"You need to get out into the world and interact. One of the hardest parts of undergoing a gender change is the fear of being detected. I know I pass well, but sometimes I feel uneasy. Also you're a young, beautiful woman with a great personality. You shouldn't be locked up here," remarked Ally.

Celeste laughed slightly. "Nancy has been hinting at the same things. I do want to get out. The problem is I really don't like the locals. They're so snobby and boring!"

"Pick your own friends, but you need to do something with your life. How old are you?" asked Ally.

"I'm twenty. I'll be twenty-one in September," answered Celeste.

"Why not go to college? That's a great place to meet people!" suggested Ally.

"That might be a good idea. I've thought about it a few times. Sherman gave me a good education in financial matters. I suppose that I could convert that into an actual degree," stated Celeste.

"I can't wait to get out of high school," chimed in Beth. "Only one year left!"

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave high school, Beth. Enjoy it while you can," suggested Celeste.

"I feel I've had enough high school experience for two lifetimes!" quipped Beth.

Ally rolled her eyes as the others laughed.

 

Chapter 15

After dinner, Nancy excused herself to check in with the teens.

Celeste was sitting on the couch in the recreation room scrolling through files on Margo's laptop. Ally was sitting next to Celeste, and Beth was sitting on the carpet with her back up against the couch. They were watching The Princess Bride, even though they knew most of the lines by heart. A large bowl of popcorn was between Celeste and Ally and well within Beth's reach

"Do you mind if I ask my financial planner a few questions?" asked Celeste, without looking up from the computer.

"As long as you don't mention Margo Simon or the case," answered Ally.

"Okay, no problem."

"Do you think you're onto something?" asked Ally hopefully.

"I'm not sure. However, I'm pretty sure that you're right about the money," answered Celeste. She reached over and took a few pieces of popcorn and continued her search.

Ally nodded.

Celeste set the laptop aside. "I have a question for you, Ally. Do you ever feel uneasy when you go out?"

Ally thought about it for a moment. "Sometimes. Why? Don't tell me that you feel uneasy?"

Celeste nodded. "I do sometimes. I know it sounds silly."

"Not silly, it sounds human. I don't think anyone undergoing a gender shift is ever totally comfortable," answered Ally.

Beth glanced up at Ally and smirked as she grabbed a handful of popcorn.

"Okay, maybe some people are totally comfortable, but I think it's natural to feel some uneasiness every now and then," replied Ally, hoping Celeste didn't catch Beth's look.

"I feel better knowing that you feel the same way. I don't feel so alone now," answered Celeste.

"I have a question for you. How painful was the surgery?" asked Ally.

"It was bad, but tolerable," replied Celeste. "I'm very glad that I did it."

"Was it worth it?"

Celeste didn't hesitate with her answer. "Yes."

"Why?" asked Ally.

"It makes me feel whole. I can look at myself naked and smile. Does that make sense?" asked Celeste.

"Yes, it does. I feel the same way and I just wanted to compare notes," smiled Ally.

"Besides, it feels so much nicer as a woman!"

"I'm looking forward to the results, but not the surgery," replied Ally. She ran her hand across her right shoulder.

"Well, until someone invents a process that can change gender without surgery, we're stuck with SRS," stated Celeste.

Beth started to cough.

"You okay?" asked Celeste, looking up from the computer.

Beth nodded. The cough was better than the laugh that almost came out in response to Celeste's last statement. Someday she would love to tell Celeste about the Martz Process, but not tonight.

Ally just shook her head slightly.

Nancy walked into the room and sat down across from them.

"How's Tina?" asked Ally.

"Very depressed. Gwen gave her a sedative to help her sleep. I just hope we didn't push her too far," sighed Nancy.

"Was there an alternative?" asked Ally.

Nancy shook her head. "She wasn't making any progress. She had to see that Jack was scum."

"Scum? Is that a psychological term?" quipped Celeste.

Nancy smiled slightly. "I think I'll pass on the trip to the city tomorrow. I want to stay close to Tina."

No one argued.

"How fast will someone get here if I press this?" asked Nancy holding up a small transmitter that looked like a pager. It would immediately alert security of a problem.

"Less than five minutes. The agent is just up the road. You expecting trouble?" asked Ally

The funds, acquired from the Simons, were also used to fund security systems for all the recovery sites. Additionally, an agent was stationed in a rented cottage a quarter mile away.

"I'm worried she might try to run away. I don't want to lock her up at night," replied Nancy.

"We can monitor the location of all the teens at anytime. If any of them try to leave the estate, we will retrieve them immediately," stated Ally.

All of the teens had been injected with a transmitter. It was the same kind that had allowed the agency to track Beth during her abduction by the Simons.

"Good," replied Nancy.

 

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