Kidnapped 1
By kayla don
Edited by Red_MacDonald

You know, it’s weird to be standing here in this spot, outside the place that made me the person I am to day. As I look at the building that has haunted my dreams for the past fifteen years, I just have to think back on the events that took place all those years ago.
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“Mom, I’ll see ya later.”
“Be careful and call me when you get there.”
I went to the garage, hopped on my hummer H1 golf cart, and took off towards my friend Cade’s house.

I loved driving my golf cart through the back woods of my family’s huge estate. It was my ‘me time.’ We where the richest people in our town, and I had it made. My dad owned a couple hundred fast food restaurants, and mom owned about forty Best Buys.

I had it made. Yeah, I was spoiled rotten, and I always got what I wanted. I had just turned thirteen and life was great. Cade and I were always in trouble with everyone from the school to the law, but my dad always used his power to get me out of trouble.

I made it to Cade’s house and walked in. Cade wasn’t as rich as I was, but his family was wealthy. I walked into his den and plopped down on the couch. I was so stoked, because his parents were gone for the weekend. And we had the whole place to ourselves which meant one thing - PARTY BABY!!!!!

Cade’s folks had this old barn on their property, and we always used it for the party’s. Cade’s mom and dad were awesome. They knew we had these party’s and didn’t care, as long as we cleaned up afterwards.

We called a friend who called a friend who called a friend, and before we knew it, we had about two hundred teens and college people coming. We only had one rule: if you came, you had to bring food, beer, or drugs.

We had a DJ friend come out and set up, which really set off the place. We had everything from McDonalds to Pizza Hut, and more beer and liquor than we knew what to do with.

About midway through the party, this girl I didn’t even know started to come on to me. Now at fourteen, I looked a lot older then I was. I stood five feet ten, and weighed two hundred and three pounds. I already had hair on my face, which I wore in a sole patch. I also played a lot of sports and had a rock hard body.
Most people thought I was between eighteen and twenty. Cade was the same way.

This chick and I started making out, and then we went to the hayloft. We made love,to Hinder's get stoned, and then went back to the party. That was freaking awesome.

It was about two in the morning when it happened. I had just smoked a huge joint and drunk about a pint of jack Daniel’s. Add that to the beers I had been drinking, and it was a miracle I was even conscious much less walking behind the barn to take a piss.

I unzipped my fly and started putting the fire at city hall out, when I felt a sting in the back of my neck. I turned around to see three people in black ninja like outfits standing there. Then I passed out.

I woke up in the dark I couldn’t see at all. My head was pounding, and I was feeling sick to my stomach. I also had this chalky taste in my mouth.
“HELLO!!!” I yelled into the darkness. It was silent for a minute before the lights came on.

I was in a small windowless apartment, the room was lightly decorated and plane. There was a fully stocked bookshelf and a couch. There was a bed in one corner with a desk next to it. There was also a closet and a bathroom.

“Go clean yourself up in the bathroom!” a woman’s voice came from an intercom speaker.
“Where the hell am I?” I asked.
“SILENCE!! And do as your told,” she yelled.

I was scared, but didn’t show it. ‘Maybe, after I do what they want, I can get some answers.’ I slowly walked over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

It was easy tell I had been partying. As soon as I saw the black stain on my chin and on the front of my shirt, I knew right away that I had my stomach pumped with that charcoal stuff.

When I was twelve, I was rushed to the hospital after I drank to much vodka, where they did the same thing.

I cleaned myself up and walked back into the room. I looked into the dome camera above the intercom and asked again, “Why am I here?”

“Just do as you’re told, and you will leave here in one piece,” is what was said.
That’s when I realized that I had been kidnapped, and that it wasn’t some prank from my friends.

‘They must be after my parents’ money,’ I thought as I sat on the couch. I just decided to do what they say and wait, until my folks paid the ransom and I could go home.

Then I thought, ‘What if they decide to kill me anyway? What if I never see my mom and dad again? What if they sell me to one of those slave rings?’
A million thoughts went through my head, until my thoughts were interrupted by a ding.

I looked over to a corner, and saw a small door open, and a tray with food slide into the room. There was a chef salad with a little chicken and a lot of green stuff, along with that was a bottle of water and a large green pill in a little cup with some other small pills.

“Can I at least have a coke to drink?” I asked.
“No you may not, now eat and take all the pills.”
“What are the pills?”
“They are vitamins, now eat.”

I wasn’t one to eat a lot of salads. I think up to that point in my life I had only had maybe three. However, I was hungry so I dug in. It was actually very good, and I didn’t leave any of it.

I looked at the pills and hesitated before I took them.
After I had eaten, I explored my small apartment, and then took a nap. When I woke up, I was bored, so I went back to the intercom. “Hey, can you at least get me a TV or something?”

“No, I can not. If you want something to do you have plenty to read”.
‘Damn it, are these people stupid? How am I suppose to be entertained by a book?’

I thought, as I walked over to the bed. I just lay in the bed until I went to sleep. I was very tired for some reason.

I was awakened by the ding. I looked over to the tray on the table next to the little door. I looked at the food. It was grilled chicken with white rice a roll and a bottle of water along with the pills.

I ate and put the food back by the little door. Then I just sat on the couch until the boredom overtook me. I looked through the book selection. Just out of boredom, I counted them.

I had four hundred books, both fiction and non-fiction, and from romance to westerns. There was also a bunch of learning books. I looked in the desk and found a couple stacks of paper and some pens.

I had no idea how long I had been there, but it seemed like an eternity. I decided to pull a movie stunt. Every time they gave me food, I would mark on a piece of paper and count every three as one day.

The next meal was a banana, bowl of corn flakes and some strawberry yogurt. I figured it must be morning. I ate the food, took the pills, and then put the tray back.
I waited a while before marking the paper.

Not long after the tray was removed, the voice returned. “Go stand between your bed and desk,” it ordered.
“Have my parents paid my ransom yet? I would like to go home.”

“Silence! Do as your told right now!!”
I walked over and stood in the spot. Suddenly, a small door-sized part of the wall slid into the floor. There was a room with a treadmill and a desk, as well as a piano and violin on one side of the room, and a cello in a corner to the other side. I slowly walked in.

The voice ordered, “Get on the tread mill and set it at ten.”
“So you guys can afford all this, but not a TV?”
“Just do what I said already,” the voice said, in a calm but annoyed tone.

I climbed on to the treadmill and set it to ten. It started me in a light run.
According to the timer, I had run for thirty minutes before the voice told me to stop.

Then she told me to go to the mat on the floor in the middle of the room.
I did as ordered and stood on the mat. A few seconds later, I was amazed when this huge flat screen lowered from a hatch in the ceiling.

The voice told me to follow the video to the letter or I would be beaten.
These people were calling the shots, so why try to fight them? The video was a yoga routine.

I followed the moves as best I could. I wasn’t the most limber person in the world, so it was a little tough. Then this other exercise video came on, and I followed it.

After this, I was sweating like a hog, and I was told to go to take a shower. I was told to put my baggie shorts and dirty t-shirt by the food door.
I got in the shower wondering what was going on.

‘I’ve never heard of kidnapers like this. Was something else happening?’
I finished the shower and left to get my clothes. Instead of my shorts and shirt, I found what reminded me of hospital scrubs. They were white. There was also a pair of socks and some simple, white, tiny shoes.

I put the clothes on and returned to the room.
I was told to sit at the desk, which I did.
The TV moved on this rail-like thing and positioned itself in front of me. This picture of an anime woman’s head appeared on the screen.

She started talking about what I will be learning while I am there.
“What the hell?” I said out loud

“Quiet, while I am talking to you,” the anime woman scolded me. “This may be a cartoon avatar you are seeing, but I am a real person and your teacher. Now hush while I talk.”

“What is going on? Why am I here? And who the hell are you people?”
“All I can tell you is that you will be here until we release you, and the more you resist the longer you will be here.

'Now sit down shut up and listen.”
“I WANT SOME FUCKING ANSERS RIGHT NOW!!!” I yelled out.

“You will listen, or you will be punished.”
“FUCK you, bitch!” I yelled, while giving her the middle finger.

The room went dark. A door opened at the back of the room, and three big men came into the room. Before I knew it, I was being held by two of them, while the third stood behind me.

I was forced to bend down and grab my feet, even though I resisted. Then I felt a huge sting, as something made contact with backside, then another, followed by another. I started crying after about the thirteenth smack.

I was hit about forty more times, before I was allowed to fall to the floor as the men left the room.

The lights came back on. “Now you know what happens when you defy me. Now return to your seat,” the voice called out.

Slowly, I pulled myself to the desk. I didn’t want to sit down on my sore butt, but I had no choice.
She resumed by telling me to look in my desk, where I saw an I-pad-like device.

I was told it had the content of over forty textbooks, and it was set up so I could do any test or assignments on it. We started with math, and then worked our way through the other five subjects.

Then she told me to read one of the books in my room, and that there would be a test on it some time later. Before I was allowed to go back to my room, I was told that things would be a lot easier on me if I complied with their wishes.

I ate my third meal that night, and then I went to bed. I lay there wondering, ‘What the hell was going on. Why was this happening? And who were these people?’
I was very angry and sad at the same time.

I cried myself to sleep that night for the first time in a long time. ‘Would I ever see my family again?’
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i would like to thank ,Red_MacDonald for editing.

Here’s part two folks!!

After my first two days things sort of became a routine, I would eat breakfast workout take a shower and then do school work.

I started noticing some weird things about four months there, I had finally given up on my parents paying a ransom so now I was just waiting.

About a month after I was kidnapped my mirror in my room was taken away, then I started noticing how strange the study sessions were becoming.

It started off slowly with the yoga, then they started teaching me the piano, violin and cello. Then four months after I was taken I came in the class room.

My ass was sore form my sixth ass whipping witch happened after I refused to start the ballet training they were starting me on.

I was going to the shower after my workout’s and dance session when I was told to hurry, after that I was run through my school session rather quickly, witch I was actually doing quite well in.

Witch is funny because before this the school I attended was nothing but a place to take a nap on my desk until time to go home.

After the lesions I heard a beep and a sliding sound, I turned to see a door that had opened.
“Go in” miss patty, (the name I gave the mystery woman behind the intercom) “told me“.

I wondered what else they had in store for me as I walked in and was surprised by what I saw.

There was a large kitchen and what looked to be a small laundry room, there was a large table and dining area and a living room type place.

I was told to go to the kitchen, I walked over and stood in the middle of it.

I was told to look in this broom closet thing and grab an apron, I opened the door and it was full of cleaning supplies.

But the only apron I saw was this pink one with all types of frilly lace and trim on it.
“I can’t wear this” I said.
“You will or you will be beaten again”.

My ass was still tender from the last time so I put on the frilly thing, “Hey pain is a great motivator”. It turns out that it was a home economics class.

I was to be taught the art of caring for a house, I learned to cook, clean, set tables and wash and iron clothes.

I was still puzzled by the sixth month of being there, but then one day I started noticing things.

Things around me seemed normal but there was something strange about them, it took me about two days to work it out.

I was pretty shocked when I realized that every thing was bigger then it was when I first arrived, I walked over to the intercom and stopped in front of it.

I used my fingers to pull my now shoulder length hair behind my ear and then I pushed a button.

“What do want” patty asked in her usual annoyed tone.
“Patty am I shorter”? I asked.
“I really can’t tell from here, so I guess not”.

Well things dragged on from there, about a week after I realized I was shorter I decided to measure myself.

I stood with my back against the wall and marked, then using a ruler witch was in the class room I measured myself.

I lost all the strength in my body and passed out in the floor, when I finished marking I realized that I was no longer five feet ten.

I now and still do stand at four feet eleven inches. I should have seen it sooner but now that it had slapped me in the face I started seeing the other changes in my body.

My mussels were gone and I could tell I was a lot weaker and had lost a lot of weight. I knew that things had begin to seem to take more effort to accomplish then usually but I guess I just didn’t see or want to see the changes that were happing.

I woke up in my bed with the covers pulled up and tucked around me, I raised up and was startled when I saw that I wasn’t alone.

Sitting across from me was a sharp dressed man in an nice suit and Rolex watch.

But this man looked very familiar, I couldn’t put my finger on it but I did know him.

“Who are you” I asked while still on my guard.
“I am the man who has been keeping you here at this facility“.

“Why am I here and what are you doing to make me so small”?
“go look in the mirror” he said as he pointed toward a free standing mirror in the middle of the room.

I slowly walked over, I looked in the mirror and my heart started beating real hard my breathing became short and then all went black.

In the mirror was a little girl of about ten or eleven years old, she had long shoulder length brown hair and my deep blue eyes.

When I woke up I was in the bed again, the man was still sitting there and had this satisfied grin on his face.

“What the hell did you do to me”? I asked with my voice low and shaking.

“We fixed you” the man said.
“What the hell does that mean?, there was nothing wrong with me”!

The man just sat there.
“Why have you done this”?
“To punish you” he stated rather harshly.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve this” I yelled out pointing to my deformed body.

The man sighed and looked at me, “Do you remember a party you had about five months before we took you, I think it was in February? He asked.

I thought back to the only party we had in February and as far as I could tell it was a normal party, other then the fact I couldn’t remember most of the night after about nine o. clock because it was one of the few times I had taken PCP.

When I take PCP I just black out, one time I took it and when I woke up I was four hundred miles away from where the party started with a friends new car that looked like it had been smashed to shit.

I was twelve and it was my first joy ride “I think“.

“I don’t remember much why”?
“My daughter went to that party” he said as he looked at me.

“Oh shit” I thought.

“She went to the party with some friends who were invited by your friend Cade“.

“She was getting tired of you hitting on her all night and went to leave, that’s when you grabbed her, dragged her to a bed room and raped her”.

“Does that answer your question as to why you are here”?

My head was spinning, I knew that I had gotten laid that night because of how I woke up the next morning, I will spare the details.

“You see this is one of my off the book company’s, here we usually take spoiled rich kids and special cases from the government cases who think they can walk all over anyone they please and teach them all lessons that they wont forget”.

“We don’t turn everyone of our subjects into girls, just the ones that deserve it” “Like you“ he added at the end.

“basically we take people like you and give them a taste of the real world”.

“You’re a fucking monster” I yelled out with my now noticeably high pitched voice.
I actually put my hands over my mouth when I heard it.

“No little one, a monster is something that takes a woman’s innocence without her consent”.

“No I am not a monster little one I am a farther and thanks to you a grandfather”.

“WHAT”!!!

“Yes thanks to you I now have a grandson and a granddaughter” twins “ She gave birth yesterday“.

“Congratulations daddy or should I say mommy”?
He was laughing at his little remark so loud my ears hurt.

I couldn’t say anything my mouth was dry and I felt like I was going to pass out again.

“I wont let you take my manhood” I stated as serious as I could make myself sound.
“What do you mean“ he asked as he smiled ?

“I will fight you all the way to the operating room and I will escape or die trying” I said with a little more venom in my voice.

“HA HA!! That won’t be necessary because the way the chemicals we’ve been giving you work, you wont need any surgery”.

Now I was worried, ”What do you mean I won’t need a surgery“?

“you’ll find out in about two weeks from now” the man said as he got up to leave.

I sat in my room and thought about what has been happening, ok so a about nine months ago I raped a girl while jacked up on PCP.

Now I have a son and a daughter only from what I saw in the mirror earlier I could pass as their big sister and on top of all this I am worried about my parents more then my currant appearance.

This whole time I have been here I have been thinking about them, they were probably worried sick about me.

I actually started feeling bad about how I had been taking advantage of them all this time, the one thing I longed for the most was to hug them both and tell them how sorry I was.

But now I can never go back, not like this, needless to say I cried a lot that night.

The next week I started hurting downstairs, the week after I noticed that my boys had become very small and were starting to turn black.
I tried to get info from patty but she wouldn’t budge, then the night that haunts my memories to this day came.

I was feeling sick at my stomach and hurting down stairs, my boys had started oozing this smelly green stuff and it felt heavy.

I had a massive headache and decided to take a shower because that always seems to help.

I stepped into the shower slowly and was holding my boys to relieve the sagging weight I felt.

I had been under the water for a few minutes when I brought both my now small little girlish hands up to rub my eyes.

As I was rubbing I herd this suction sound followed by a flop and a splash, I looked down and saw something in the water, it was black and had what looked like blood coming from it.

I stared for a second before I realized that the sagging between my legs was gone, I looked down and lost it when I saw that my manhood was no longer there.

Instead I saw a girls part with pieces of dark skin still hanging around the dark pink lips.

I don’t remember much after that, only that I was screaming at the top of my lungs when the guards and doctor came in.

I fought and cussed and fought some more until I felt a small prick then passed out. When I came to I was in my bed, I went to wipe my eyes but my arms were strapped to the bed.

There was a man in a guard outfit sitting in a chair by the bed, “If you don’t try to hurt your self I can let you go but if not then you’ll stay there for a while.

that’s when it all came back.

I didn’t say anything, I just laid there.
I had this feeling come over me, its hard to explain but I guess you could say that I glazed over.

I ignored everyone around me, I didn’t eat I didn’t drink, I lost track of time, they had tried everything to get me to come back to reality.

The first thing they tried were salt sticks then water and shocking me.
They even whipped me one day until they were tired, I did feel the pain all of it.

But I never made a sound while they did it, I just laid there staring off into space. I don’t think my facial expression even changed, so believe it or not sometimes a person gets so depressed they don’t even acknowledge when they are in pain.

I laid there for what I found out later was almost three months, they had been feeding me through a tube and iv line. I was also kept diapered because they grew tired of changing the bedding.

It seemed that nothing would release me of the state I was in, then one day I was laying there as usual when the door opened.

This new girl in a set of nurse scrubs came in, she walked over and checked my monitors, she started humming one of my favorite songs.

Silent night, I don’t know why but ever since I heard it as a little kid it just got caught in my head.

The girl was pretty, she was about five six average body weight and blond hair, I don’t know why this woman was able to get to me but she did.

She actually jumped back when I touched her arm.
My mouth was very dry and raspy but all I said was ”Water please”.

She ran over to the sink and grabbed a glass of water, she wouldn’t let me gulp it down like I wanted instead she made me take slow sips.

I sat there sipping the water as she talked to me.
“Well its good to see your back among the living”.
“If you say so” I said while looking down.

“And what is that suppose to mean” she said while putting her hands on her hips.

She looked down and smiled “Look kid its not the end of the world just because your like this now”.

“Why haven’t my parents paid my ransom yet” I asked for some reason.

“Because there isn’t one”.
“You may have been taken against your will but you are here based on your own actions”.

“You will be released at the end of next year then you will be dropped off in front of your parents house”.

“They wont ever accept me like this” I said trying to hold the tears back.

Its true my dads the one who single handedly had LGBT rights almost completely abolished where we lived, in his eyes a man is a man and a woman is a woman.

So seeing me like this he will either disown me or if I’m lucky he will shoot me.

“Well if they don’t accept you there is a home we send the rejections to until they are technically old enough to be on there own” she said while stretching her arms behind her back.

“Rejections” I asked”?

“Those are the subjects who’s parents don’t want them after their punishment is over or who’s parents die or go to prison while their being punishment”.

“How many people does this place change”?
“Usually its about four a year”.

“So I have another year at this hell hole”?
“Oh no, once you are better you will be going to work as a maid servant for someone of the bosses choosing”.

I started shaking when I heard that, “ I wont have to do anything sexual with them will I?
“Only if you chose to on your own but I think your way to young to be thinking about, I mean how gross your like eight years old” she snorted.

“Besides we aren’t sex slavers and we do keep watchful eyes on all of our male to female transformed subjects while there working”.

Well the next month was spent getting me back in shape, I had lost a lot of weight and developed a small problem with bed wetting.

I had become good friends with miss Stacy as I found out her name was. She was always there helping me and being nice.

And as it turns out what ever they had given me made me a full blone female inside and out, don’t ask me how because I still don’t know.

Well the big day came when I was brought out of my little apartment for the first time in a long time.

It was the best feeling in the world to feel the sunshine on my pale face, it was so nice that I didn’t mind that I was wearing a French maids outfit.

It looked normal I guess, it had a black skirt that went about two inches below my knees and white petticoats beneath, there was a white sash that held the white lacy apron upon my waste at the bottom of my white blouse with the black sleeves and last I had on black tights and black marry Jane’s as Stacy had called them.

I was put into a car out in the courtyard of the building, I took in my surroundings as much as I could before being put into this black car with opaque windows.

The drive took almost an entire day before we stopped at a hotel, I was watched all night then we made our way to our destination.

When the car stopped we were in a drive way that looked very familiar, as we walked towards the front door it hit me.
I turned around to see that I was only two doors down and across the street from my own front door.
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I hope you like this so far, this is were a lot of twist and turns start, there is also another huge surprise in the next chapter so keep reading please. Kayla :D

I stood there looking across the street in a daze till the door to the large house opened.

“Come in please” a man dressed like a butler said as he stood to the side.

“Ah your finally here” a young woman yelled out as she walked over to us.
The girl was wearing Scooby Doo pajamas and had her face covered in this green stuff.

“Christina this is your new servant girl Mandy” the woman said as she pointed at me.

I bowed like I was taught to and then awaited my orders.
I didn’t have to wait long as the girl points me toward the kitchen.

“Clean any dishes you find and then come find me when you are done”.

“Yes miss”.
I said as I bowed and left.

There weren’t many dishes so I was done quickly.
The whole time I worked I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that my parents are right across the street.

I felt my eyes getting watery because of the fact that even if I could get to them they wouldn’t believe me.

I mean I was dressed like a miniature French maid a am now a girl who looks like a ten year old.

I finished what I was doing and walked up the huge stair case of the large home.

I heard someone yelling and what sounded like a baby crying.

“Will you just shut the hell up you little shit”.
“Gosh I wish my dad would have let me get an abortion”.

“You ah.. Ah Mandy right”? I nodded my head.
“Get your ass over here now” she yelled while pointing at me.

I ran over to her side. And she was trying to get this baby girl to be quite.

“Here take her” the girl said as she gave or more like chunked the crying girl to me.

As soon as I had the girl in my arms she seemed to stop crying.

I look over in another crib to see a baby in a blue sleeper sleeping away.

“Finally the little brat shut up”.
“Well since she seems to like you so much these kids are now your responsibility”.

“Have fun” she said as she walked off.
“I want something good for supper tonight”.
She yelled as she walked out the door.

While I was being held by the people of the institute I was taught how to care for babies.

I still didn’t know who these people are or why I was having to serve them but I had learned by then not to ask questions and just do as I am told.

After I get the baby to settle down I put her in the pink crib.

I slowly walk out and go down stairs to start super.
When I get to the kitchen I run in to the butler.

“Hello there I am Vincent and I have been told to keep an eye on you while you are here” the rather large man said.

“The boss is in his office upstairs at the end of the hall, he would like to see you”.

I bow and walk back up the stairs and to the last door in the hall.
I took a deep breath and walk in.

And who do I see, non other then the asshole from the institute.

“Ah miss Mandy would you please sit” he said as he pointed toward a chair in front of his desk.

I walk over and sit.

“I see you’ve already met your daughter” he said while smiling.

I felt a lump in my throat and look at the floor.
“You mean those are my kids, and the girl giving the orders is your daughter”?

“Why you are intelligent aren’t you” he said while laughing.
“For the next year you are going to care for this home and the children”.

“As I am sure you know you aren’t far from your own home”.

“Yes I know”.
“Well it won’t help you to try to escape because I am sure they won’t help you”.

“And why the hell is that” I yelled out?

“Because we are the ones who paid mister Charles here to do this to you” I hear a voice say behind me.

My heart beats so fast I feel like it’s going to bust as I slowly turn to see the sight of my mom and dad standing there.

“Mo.. Mom da.. Dad”.
“Why are you here”? I asked with a quivering voice.

“Simple, we are the reason you look as you do” my dad says.

“But why”?

“Son we tried everything to curve your disgraceful behavior”.
“We tried everything from beatings to boot camp and none of it worked”.

I went to yell at him but he cut me off.

“Did you think we didn’t know about the drugs, or the party’s and the sex”.

“When we found out what you did to Christina It was the last straw”.

“I was going to completely disown you and send you to a military school till you were eighteen”.
“But then Charles told of his side business of punishing people who think they are above the law, just because their rich and we decided to go with his idea”.

“Why the hell would you do this to me, I mean I’m your son damit”!!

“You don’t look like a son anymore” my dad coldly said”.

“You forced us, we decided that since we obviously failed at raising a son that we would try razing you as a daughter instead” my mom said.

“You can’t do this to me” I yelled out.

“But what has been done has been done”.

“And after your time here we are going to re raise you as our little girl” my mom said with a smile.

I was dismissed and told to go and fix super.
I was furious and I really don’t remember much about the first night only that I was in a dazed fog for a while.

How could they do this to me, why did they let that ass hole talk them into this.

I cant believe I worried about them so much, after what they have done I could care less to ever see them again.

The next few days I just stayed quite and learned a lot about this family, like the fact that Christina is a total spoiled bitch.

She hates her kids and me, I wasn’t going to tell her who I am but daddy had other ideas.

When she found out who I am she started making my life impossible.

She had already beaten me four times by the third week.

I hated her and that place.

Although I couldn’t stand it there, I found myself getting more and more attached to my kids.

The boys name is Terry and the girls name is Tammy.
By the third month I was head over heels in love with them.

I would always look forward to spending time with them.

I was the only one in that entire house that even gave a damn about them.

I feed them I bathed them I changed them and I played with them. I loved them but I found myself acting more like their mother then their farther.

I had realized by then that It was impossible to reclaim my manhood so I stopped even looking for a way to do it.

I had given in to the fact I would have to live my life as a girl, but hey I have to say that after all the time of being dressed as one the clothes were growing more to my liking.

About four months in that house and I found myself admiring how cute I was, so being a girl wasn’t that bad. It was the people around me that made me feel like offing myself.

My parents would visit every now and then but I always gave them the cold shoulder and wouldn’t say more then I had to.

I could tell my mom was trying to be nice, she even said she was sorry for agreeing to changing me, but I still couldn’t forgive her.

I still couldn’t ponder the fact that my parents did this to me when there were so many other ways they could have punished me.

I mean sure I wasn’t the best kid in the world but no one deserves this.

I know now that if it wasn’t for the kids I would have already tried to run away or something.

The kids were learning to walk already, Terry was learning a lot faster then his sister but she was getting there.

I was alone in the house that day, terry got away from me and started down the hall.

I put Tammy in the play pen and went after him.
I found him in Christina’s room.

I went to pick him up, he had pulled out a small plastic container from under her bed.

As I went to put it back I saw it was full of note books, I was curious so I opened it, I saw one that was dated the year before.

I found out after reading the first page that it was an old diary, I decided to see if she might have said anything about the night that got me into this mess so I went to the month in question and found the page about the party.

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“Dear Diary,
last night was awesome, I had some of the best sex ever.

Our neighbor’s son is great in bed, and has all the blow and PCP a girl could want. It’s hard to believe he’s only fourteen, Gosh if dad ever found out I do some of the things I do he would kill me.
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But I thought I raped her, she had sex with me willingly, I thought as I read on.

I flipped through till I found a page that set my blood boiling.

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Dear Diary.

Oh shit my dad is furious, he found my p-test in the garbage. I was going to get an abortion but he found out I was pregnant before I could.

When he confronted me I had no choice but to put on the water works and tell him that I was raped.

Now he is making me carry this thing inside me.
And I now have my own personal escort to make sure I cant drink or party.

So I wont hurt the baby he says, I wish he never found out about the drinking, well at least he doesn’t know about the drugs

I know he would completely cut me off if he found out, so I’ll put up with the body guard until I have this thing.

Then its party hardy.

I’m still going to try and talk him in to letting me have the
Abortion but I am not going to hold my breath.

fuck I can’t stand my dads old school attitude. I mean hello woman have a choice now.

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I was pissed beyond words, but the funny thing is I think I was more pissed about the fact that she didn’t give a rats ass about her own kids.

I knew what I had to do, I was going to make these people pay for what they did to me

In the months following my find I had been busy.
I had been paying extra attention to cleaning master Charles (as I was told to call him) office.

I may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but I knew a lot about rich people, like how and where they hide their important documents.

I had found where the main safe was, and I knew the password from observing the masters habits.

I found out after about a month after I found the diary that his favorite date was the password, the date of his daughters birthday, 11/13/97 or 111397.

Well I had also been researching there finances,
I was always good with money and computers and it also helped that everyone in the house thought I was as dumb as dirt, well if nothing else after grew up I could become an accountant or a hacker or maybe even a spy.

It took a while but I finally got their bank information for their accounts around the world.
In all they had six hundred and twenty eight million dollars in the many bank accounts.

On top of that while I was delving in Charles computer I found a hidden file that contained info on all of his more shady and down right illegal dealings with people from all over.

It seems that he liked the drug trade a little more then he let on.

I used the flash drive MP3 player Vincent had given me on my birthday to downloaded all the info.

Everything was set, I was going to ruin them with there own carelessness, you would think they would have been a lot more careful with the info I had but they weren’t.

I had every thing I needed to take every dime these monsters had.
I was going to wait till I was back home but one night I over heard something that made my blood go cold.

“We will give her back to her parents on Saturday”.
“What about the little ones sir”?

“You know Vincent I would have let Chris get the abortion but I wanted taking care of those kids to be part of Mandy’s punishment and now that she’s fixing to go home we have no need to keep them“.

“So we’ll give them to the R&D department at the institute, we have some new Rx products for infants that could be potentially deadly and we need human test subjects”.

“I see sir”.

“Well I have to go to bed now, your dismissed”.
“As you wish sir”.

I couldn’t believe what I had heard these people aren’t even people, I mean his own grand kids aren’t worth the anything to him.

I wanted to kill him right then, I love my kids and I wasn’t going to let them touch a hair on their heads.

Well when I heard the conversation between the monster and Vincent I had to do something.

The next day like always on a Tuesday the house was empty with Vincent running errands and Christine out with God only knows who.

I went into the nursery and dressed the kids, I put them in the stroller and went back to my room.
I grabbed my MP3 player and then went to the main office.

I opened the vault and used a duffle bag I had grabbed to put all the cash in the vault in the bag, there were forty stacks of cash witch had five thousand dollars a piece.

Then I went to the computer and logged onto their online bank accounts then typed a few things and put all the money into a transfer file.

I couldn’t go to a bank and get any of the cash without getting caught.
So the only money I would get from them would be the two hundred thousand in cash I got from the vault in the office.

I logged onto the saint Jude website and gave them the information then hit donate.

When the message saying thanks for your donation came up I smiled.

I then emailed the contents of the hidden file to the FBI and another copy to the DEA then I logged off the computer.

Before I left I went into Christens room took out a bottle of poison oke oil witch I had bought from a joke store in the mall.

I poured the whole bottle in her dresser drawers and on her bed, as well as in her box of pads in her bathroom. I smiled and went back to the kids.

I pushed the stroller to my bedroom and put my bag of mine and the kids clothes in the bottom of the stroller. Then we went to the front door and I wrote a note.

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Taken the kids to the park be back in time to start super.

Mandy
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Over the past few months since they thought I had no were to go and was no threat because no one would believe them if I told them, I was allowed to go to the park or the mall as long as I left a note, so that would give me some time to get away I thought.

I pushed the kids down the street and to what was once my home and used the hidden key to get in the garage.

I was glad my parents hadn’t changed the security codes.

When we got in the garage there it was, I was glad they kept it. My old pride and joy was a four seater gas powered golf cart that looked like a hummer h2.

It was four wheel drive and jacked up off the ground.

I took the kids stroller witch broke down into car seats and strapped them into the back seat.

I put the rest of the stroller on a storage rack, I then checked the gas and found it was full, apparently my dad has been using it I thought as I cranked it.

I sat behind the wheel and took a deep breath, then I yelled out “HERE WE GO, HANG ON KIDS!!!!” as I punched it.

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Please tell me how its going, I think I can get at least two more chapters out of this.

Kidnapped 4
By kayla don
Edited by Red_MacDonald.
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I pulled out of the garage and headed toward the main gate. I pushed the remote button I had grabbed in the garage, and the gate opened.

I pulled out and started down the street. I had to pass the prison, as I called it, on my out of the street. As I passed the house, I looked at the front door and saw two men dressed in black suits. I couldn’t have cared less about who they were.

I kept going. I knew where I was headed. A friend of mine had an old RV out in the woods. It was his hide out, and since he was dead, I knew he wouldn’t mind me and the kids crashing there. The RV was in the mountains outside the town where I lived.

I went to a sporting goods store. Over the past few months, I had become friends with the old man who owned it. Some people might call old George paranoid, but he was friendly, and he believed me when I told him about what had been happening to me.

He was expecting me, so I pulled around back. I backed into the garage door in the back of the shop. He shut the door and came over to me. I asked if he had everything I needed.
He said, “Yes, It’s all packed in the off-road trailer over here.” He grabbed the large ATV trailer, dragged it over, and hooked it up to the cart.

“You have enough food and water to last two weeks, and you also got sleeping bags and camping gear. I also put in a 22-rifle and six 550-round ammo bricks. And there’s also a single-shot, 410-shotgun with some ammo.

“Here,” he said as he handed me a prepaid phone. “They can’t trace it, and it has the number to my prepaid in it. I took my thousand-gallon tanker trailer and filled it full of gas before I took it to your RV. It wasn’t cheap, but it will keep your generator running for quite some time.”

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me” I said, as I hugged him. I paid him for all the stuff, and I was on my way. I was told to come back when I need food and more water.

I got back in the car and took off. I headed for the mountains, while sticking to the back and dirt roads. It took almost four hours, but I finally made it to the RV.

It was something out of the mid 80s. I had been there a few times before, but the last time was a week before my friend Sonny was shot in a drug deal gone bad. His brother and I were the only ones who knew about this place.

Big Danny, Sonny’s brother, was in prison for the next ten years, so I have the place to myself for a while. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I was willing to do anything to keep those monsters away from my kids.

It didn’t take long to get the place livable. I did a lot of cleaning, and then I burnt a lot of the trash in and around the place. Every night, I would read a book to the kids after supper. Then I would read one of the many books that I old George had brought me when he made food runs.

Old George was a great guy who would help anyone who needed it. He was always just a phone call away when I needed someone to talk to. In a way, he was like the grand pa I never had.

Well, everything was going all right for almost a year. It was getting colder, and I had to run the heat full time. A few weeks earlier, I had paid George to dig a hole with his tractor to install a 500-gallon water tank with an insulated pump. The land the RV was on was leased. I had given George $10,000 to buy it.
Because of that, I didn’t have to worry about someone finding out.

It was pretty lonely up there, but I had my kids. They were growing so fast I was amazing. By this time, they were almost three. Terry was almost out of diapers, but Tammy was proving a lot harder to potty train.

One day, while giving her a bath, I noticed these little red spots on her. She was getting a little red, so I got the thermometer out of my first aid kit and took her temperature. It was a hundred degrees!

I panicked. I tried to call George, but he didn’t pick up. I was worried about my daughter, so I bundled her and Terry up, and put them in their new, covered, car seats. Then I made the four-and-a-half-hour drive down the mountain and to the hospital.

I didn’t know how to explain my situation. but I knew I had to get Tammy some help.

I went into the hospital and told the nurse about the fever and the dots. We were told to wait in this little room until the doctor came in. I waited and waited, when I started smelling something funky from Tammy.

I poked my head out and asked if I could change her in the room.
The woman said, “Yes.”

A few minutes later, this good-looking black woman came in. She smiled and said her name was Doctor Wanda Miles. She looked at my baby, and a smile came to her lips. “There’s nothing to worry about, it’s just the chicken pox.

"When your mom comes in, I’ll talk to her and give her a prescription for some medicine that fix her right up". "Where is your mother?”

“Well I ah...I ah ...don’t have one.”
“Your dad then?”

I shook my head no. I knew as soon as she left, I was going to have to leave and get to George’s.

“Are the three of you orphans?”
All I could do was look at the floor.

“I see,” she said, as she got up and walked toward the door. She walked out of the room, and to my horror, I heard her lock the door.

I was panicking and freaking out, trying to call George.
A few minutes later, the doc came back.

I was crying. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m here,” I begged.
“What happened to you?” she asked.

What the hell, I thought. That’s when I told her everything, from the kidnapping to the forced sex change and slavery.

She never interrupted, and just listened to me. After I was done, she hugged me and walked out of the room.
It was about an hour later, according to the clock on my phone, before I heard a click and some one came in.
I was frozen with fear when I saw who it was.

“I’m so glad we finally found you,” Vincent said.

As soon as I saw him I panicked, I reached under my long skirt and pulled out my hunting knife in a flash.

“If you come anywhere near my kids I’ll cut your throat “ I said as serious as I could.
I kept the hand with the knife pointed at him while using my other hand to usher the kids behind me.

Vincent slowly walked toward me, when he got close enough I aimed for his gut.

In a flash I was disarmed and being held gently by this tall man, “Mandy I am going to let go of you and we need to have a talk”.

He slowly let go of me and I sat down in a chair.

“Please Vincent I’ll go with you and Charles can do what ever he wants with me, but Please don’t let him get my Baby’s” I said with tears running down my face.

Before I knew it I was in his arms, the hug felt nice, like he actually cared about me.

“Mandy there’s a few things you need to know about me” he said while smiling at me and running his fingers through my hair.

“Like the fact that my name isn’t Vincent”.
“It isn’t “ I asked through teary eyes.

“No my name is special agent David west”.
“I am a under cover FBI agent”.

“You won’t have to worry about Charles anymore”.
“Thanks to the evidence you emailed to my boss we were able to put him away for a long time”.
“How long”?
“Well with all the drug smuggling and the human trafficking and testing and all the sick things he did to you and the others”.

“He was sentenced to death because of the murders of the people he experimented on who died in the process”.

It turns out the day I left that the two strange men at the door when I passed the house were FBI agents sent to pick me up.

David was very mad when Charles told him what he was going to do with my kids so he convinced his boss to bust him on the evidence they already had.

They were very happy when they received my email and very worried because I had disappeared without a trace.

We talked for a good long time, then he told me something that made my heart feel heavy.

“When we raided the house we found Christina’s diary collocation, when I found the one where she talked about lying and getting you put in this body I was in a rage”.

“When we showed your parents they became very very upset, and I believe them when they tell me they are sorry and want their daughter to come home”.

I thought about it a second and looked him in the eye.

“They cant have their child back because they killed him, and I can’t be their daughter because I just can’t forgive them for betraying me like they did”.
“I may be able to later in life but not right know”!

I was taken to live with David and his wife Jessica, they were the best and treated me and my kids like their own.

Even though I was by all rights my Kids mother, I was convinced to let mo.. I mean Jessica and David raise me and them as siblings with the promises to explain to them about me when they are old enough.

David and Jess may not have been rich as my parents but I could care less, now that I think about it my real parents were never there for me.

They would just toss me cash so I would stay out of their hair, to be honest I never really knew much about my real parents.

Most of the time my dad was on business trips and mom was to busy at the spa to care were I was hell that’s probably what was wrong with me.

I wasn’t like most people who might have gone through what happened to me, instead of killing myself or going crazy I realized I had been given a second chance.

My kids, well my brother and sister now, started growing and were soon going to school, Thanks to Mom and dad witch is what I call David and jess now, I was able to have a real childhood with parents who actually cared about me.

Jess was the best mother a kid could have and she treated me and the kids as if she had personally given birth to us.

I was always looking for ways to thank them for their kindness toward me and my kids, I asked them once what I could do.

They told me It wasn’t necessary because I had been through so much, but I pushed it until they told me.

“If you want to thank us, make it to collage and make something of your self” I was told.

So I did, I graduated high school with honors, I had a ton of friends and (blushes a little and twirls finger in hair) even a boyfriend.

I went to collage to become an FBI agent like daddy, it turns out that my size was perfect for certain jobs with the agency.

With in four years of graduating I was a very experienced agent, I had also made a fair bit of cash using my skills to do a little mercenary work.

don’t worry my job was mostly recon and surveillance, although I did spend six months with a spec Ops group in Africa and that was followed by some work in Moscow for about two years before the agency called me home.

I didn’t know why I had been called home but the newly appointed director of the agency, (David, aka daddy) had called me home.

I was a little fidgety waiting outside his office, I hadn’t seen him in quite some time so I was happy.

When I was called in I stood up and walked in.

“Agent West” he said in with a serious face.
“Director West” I said the same way.

Then we both smiled and he hugged me tight.
“I missed you so much daddy”!
“And I missed you to pumpkin” he said as we sat down.

“So why have you called me home sir”?
His face took on a little bit of a frown.
“Charles has escaped and has disappeared”.

“WHAT!!!” I yelled.

“He was broken out of prison the other night”.
“When I heard I called you back here because I think he wants to kill you”.

“What do you need me to do sir”?
“Nothing, I want you to take Terry and Tammy to an agency safe house I have picked out for you”.

“I understand when do we leave”
“Right away, the kids are being loaded into an SUV down stairs and it will take you to the airport then you will be taken to the safe house until we find him”.

I was taken down stairs to the large black suburban then I climbed into the passenger seat, “MANDY!!!” Tammy yelled out and hugged me from behind the seat.

“Hey kiddo how have you been”?
“Great How about you shorty”?

The twins are fourteen and already taller then my current five feet one, so I am shorter then them.

I look in the back seat to see my son sitting there in baggie pants, baggie stained rage against the machine t-shirt and the headphones of his I-pod jammed in his ear behind his long shaggy hair.

I sighed and talked to Tammy until we arrived at the airport, then we loaded into this nice plane and we were off.

I could tell that Terry was upset about having to up and leave but it was for his own good, the twins were told that someone was after dad and for their own good they were being sent off.

When we landed we were in Colorado and I knew exactly witch safe hose we were being sent to, this made happy because the place is huge.

Several presidents have stayed there in the past, the log mansion was beautiful as we pulled into the drive way.

We walked in and each of us found a bedroom we liked, I took the master bedroom on the top floor and Tammy took this room that had this old west girls room with a great view of the mountains.

Terry took a room all the way across on the other side of the house, this place is amazing, it has a heated indoor pool and hot tub.

It has fourteen rooms and a huge media room with a giant plasma screen TV and it has a two story loft style library.

I knew I was going to be spending a lot of time in that part of the house, outside there is a working one thousand acre ranch with horses and cattle.

I was also told about the woodlands to the north and all the hunting opportunities.

As I was walking I went into the huge kitchen and then I found this door, I opened it to find a staircase, I walked down and flipped the light switch.

My eyes about popped out of my head, it was a indoor firing range, I walked over to the wall of guns as I would start calling it.

It took a while but I found I had over two hundred firearms, from old west six shooters to modern day
Assault rifles.

I was in heaven, I have always had a soft spot for things that go bang, I knew that daddy must really know me if he sent us here.

I could get use to this thought as I walked back upstairs, I found Tammy making some sandwiches, I helped her and decided to go and find Terry.

Terry seemed to have something on his mind, even though he hasn’t seen me in quite some time he hardly said two words to me on the way here.

I would have to see if could get him to open up to me at some point.

I walked up the stairs, I couldn’t find him in the media room so I went to the game room, he wasn’t there.

I decided to check his room, I walked over and knocked on the door, no answer, I turned the knob and opened the door.

I looked in the room and I see a pretty young girl in a cute white summer dress and tights, she is dancing in the mirror with her head set on and singing barracuda by heart.

“TERRY!!!!!”?