THE NEW BILL OF RIGHTS OF 2011 As a result of political action from all of the various "minority" movements, including large blocks of legal and illegal immigrants, in the period 1960-2010 (who actually outnumbered white males by a considerable voting majority), the "New Bill of Rights" was amended to the United States Constitution and all old rights were superseded. The purpose of this new constitution- al document was to make all citizens equal in "life opportunity" by leveling the field at an early age. No group had preference in initial education, all had the same chance at being designated to the upper classifi- cations of citizenship. The "New Bill of Rights" was ratified and became law on July 4, 2011, which was considered a symbolic date to herald the new equality of all persons in the United States of North America. The "New Bill of Rights" considered all persons below the age of 10 to be absolutely equal. At age 10 all children were to be tested by advanced psychological and aptitude methods and then classified into one of four groups. "Executives" who were full-fledged citi- zens and were qualified to manage the affairs of state and business. "Tech-Citizens" who provided the pool from which all scientific and scientific related occu- pations were to be filled; this included research, medicine, teaching, and high skill industri- al/government applications. "Worker-Citizens" those who filled all office, business, sales, medical, gov- ernment and industrial positions below management but above the final classification of "Laborer." Once classified each child was educated and/or trained regardless of race, religion, sex, ethnic origin, and/or sexual preference to fill an occupation as deemed appropriate by the Executive Planning Committee's needs assessment for a period involving the next 35 years of government and business operations. All persons were therefore trained to fill a projected need and there was projected to be no unemployment at the end of the first 10 years after enactment. Each classification was identifiable in two ways, first by clothing and/or appearance and second by customary traditional title. All "Executives" were addressed as Mr. regardless of sex and required to wear "suits of a previously male style," hair to be worn short and accorded full benefit of citizenship includ- ing holding any business or government management job to which they were deemed capable of acceding. All Medical Doctors were considered male and addressed as "Doctor" and identifiable by male clothing topped by the traditional "lab coat." All college professors including instructors and lecturers were to be consid- ered male and addressed as "Doctor" (no one below that rank being allowed to teach at the college level); identified by clothing consisting of previously male "sport coat and slacks combinations." All military officers were to be considered male, addressed by rank and to wear the appropriate uniform and insignia pro- scribed for their service and rank. Hormone therapy and/or sexual reassignment surgery were available to all executives if desired by the individual. "Tech-Citizens" were to be addressed as "Tech" so- and-so unless employed in Medical, Educational, Military, or Scientific occupations. Medical Nurses were all considered females and wore the traditional nurse uniform and addressed as "Nurse"; when not working they wore female clothing with the medical emblem displayed. All primary and secondary teachers and instructors were to be considered female and attired as such at all times with the addition of a "lamp of learning" pin or patch and addressed as "Miss." All noncommissioned military officers were to be considered male, addressed by rank and to wear the appropriate uniform and insignia proscribed for their service and rank. All other "Techs" could be either male or female, were to be addressed as "Tech" and attired in a blue jumpsuit. Tech's were permitted to vote only in regional elections, could not hold political office, nor refuse any lawful demand made by an executive unless it would cause the death of a citizen or was in conflict with work requirements for the job at hand. Technicians were permitted, but not required to undergo hormone therapy if needed to provide the "proper appearance" for their occupation. The penalty for failure to meed a lawful and reasonable demand from an executive was to be "psycho- conditioning" for a first offense and reduction to "Worker" status on the second offense. "Worker-citizens" were to fill all of the "office" and "sales" positions below management or technical levels. All were to be considered female and dress in traditional female attire at all times whether working or not. All were to be addressed as "Miss" and were permitted to vote in local elections, but could not hold any managerial or supervisory position, nor refuse any lawful demand made by an executive or tech unless it would cause the death of a citizen or was in conflict with directives previously issued by an executive. In which case the worker was to point out the conflict to the executive or tech and follow their direction following the notification as they were accepting responsibility for the outcome. All male children assigned to this classification were to undergo hormone therapy once designated as "workers" so that they would appear female for their life occupation. Penalty for failure to meet any lawful and reasonable demand from an executive or tech was "reconditioning" for the first offense, and reclassification to "Laborer" for a second offense. "Laborers" were to be considered non-persons and could be either male or female as needed for the job assigned. Attired in orange jumpsuits at all times, they were to be addressed by first names only and have no rights under law except the rights to life and medical treatment as needed, if approved by appropriate authority. The penalty for failure to meet any lawful demand from a citizen was "psycho-adjustment" then placement in a work camp for the duration of their natural life. Marriage as previously known was outlawed, which eliminated the divorce problem and a system of cohabitation replaced it. This usually involved two citizens of the same rank however, executives were sometimes known to order lower classifications to become their consorts. The business of law was the exclusive business of the government, no non-government attorneys were needed for any reason. Police, commanders were executives as were all judges, and officers were drawn from the tech class. TAWNY (Year 2054) It was on 11:00 a.m. and it had already been a hard day, Tawny had ruined one of her hose coming through the office right off the bat, snagging it on a metal desk drawer. Then broken a fingernail about 9:30, had her ass pinched by that lecher Mr. Booth when she passed him in the hallway and was sure that Mr. Kriser's hand had not 'inadvertently' brushed against her tits in the elevator as he shifted his portfolio. Now Mr. Petry wanted her to come to his office and take dictation, what the hell did they invent voicecorders for anyway? No one took actual dictation anymore, you just went in and turned on your voicecorder and let them talk. They could do it just as easily themselves, so this was just another power trip by one of the executives to prove they could mess up your morning. Tawny, gave a sigh, picked up her voicecorder and headed down the hall to Mr. Petry's office, knocked then entered and stood inside the door. Mr. Petry was talking on the vidphone and as was usually the case, nervous, his hand brushing back his short hair occasionally as he spoke. Mr. Petry motioned for Tawny to sit in a chair to the left of his desk and continued the phone conversation. Finally, he was done and signed off the phone with a press of a button on his communications console which everybody called a 'comcon' for short. "Come over here Miss Tawny and sit closer, I want you to get a good recording and you are too far away." Tawny moved her chair closer, responding to his hand signals until her knees were almost touching his. "That's much better, now let's get started." Mr. Petry was small, only about 5' 3" tall and very slim, the other girls said he was the smartest executive in the company and would be moving up shortly. His production was three times that of the others and he was slated for the 'fast-track' promotion schedule. He wore the 3 piece pin-striped suit of an executive like armor and was always there when Tawny arrived in the morning and when she left at night. "Not bad to look at," she thought, "but a work-a-holic, if there ever was one; too dedicated for me." Mr. Petry dictated seven letters to various business clients and Tawny just sat there, with the voicecorder running on her lap. She noted that Mr. Petry kept shifting in his seat, and that his eyes never left her legs and lap as he spoke. His voice droned on in a monotone and Tawny wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying, but the effect of his voice was to make her sleepy. She looked out the window as he spoke, watching the clouds pass overhead and let her mind wander. Suddenly, she felt a hand slide up her thigh, and before she could move the voicecorder out of the way and grab the arm, the hand reached her panties and dove under the waistband. "Mr. PETRY!" she cried, "What do you think you're DOING?" as Tawny grabbed the wrist and tried to extract it from between her legs. "Why exercising my RIGHTS as an executive," he replied as his hand massaged her pubic area. "Now stand up Missy, and hold you skirt up so I can see you better," he said as his lips gave her a brushing kiss on the cheek. Tawny, was shaking with fear and anger but knew the LAW. According to the New Bill of Rights of 2011, Executives had the RIGHT to do anything to a worker short of inflicting serious injury or death. Workers who refused were sent to "adjustment" camps and reconditioned to assume their PROPER role in society. She colored fiercely as the blood pounded in her temples, her humiliation was total, but she had no other recourse. Standing, Tawny reached down and lifted her hem so that he could now see her well-formed thighs and long legs without obstruction. At 5'9" Tawny was much taller than her boss and had legs that were the envy of all the girls in the office. She was proud of her figure, with her slim waist and 36B chest and her long brown hair cascaded over slim shoulders which looked fantastic in bare shoulder fashions. "Take off the dress," Mr. Petry directed as he sat back in his chair and watched the beautiful 21 year old girl before him. He could do almost anything he wanted including forced sex since 'rape' of a worker was not a crime, because he was an executive. Tawny, reached behind her and unzipped the dress, then slowly pulled the front downward, freeing her arms from the shoulder straps. With the dress now bunched at her waist, she inserted her thumbs and pushed in downward over her hips, then stepped out of it and laid it over a chair. Tawny crossed her arms over her breasts in a show of modesty and crossed her legs in an attempt to cover herself a little more. She saw his eyes, large glittering ovals of lust as they passed over her tender flesh, this just caused her embarrassment to turn to raw fury. "Excellent! Very nice!" the man said as his eyes traveled the full length of her body, looking at the white lace camisole encasing her torso and the long elastic straps that passed under her bikini panties and then secured the tops of her white stockings. Her feet were adorned by white patent leather high heels with 4" spikes, making her calf muscles stand out and the tall girl even taller than her already towering height. To be able to exercise absolute power of this beautiful creature who was seemly twice his size was a psycho trip worth more than money could buy. "Now take off the rest!" His caustic tone made her flush in shame, as she complied with his order. Tawny slowly unhooked her stockings and after rolling them down her legs, placed them on the chair with her shoes and dress. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the camisole and turned her back to him as she removed it from her firm breasts. Last came the panties, then she turned back to face him with one arm crossing her breasts while the other hand tried to hide her crotch from view. With renewed humiliation, Tawny looked away as Mr. Petry inspected her hairless body, and gave his approval, not one hair could be seen anywhere below her head, none on the arms, legs, none anywhere. "Bend over the desk Missy, I have a present for you," She moved slowly toward the desk and when her hips were pressing against it, she felt Mr. Petry's hand pressing against the back of her shoulders, urging her downward. When her elbows were resting on the desk and her breasts just brushing the cold surface, Mr. Petry began stroking her back with one hand and reached underneath milking her breasts with the other, he then massaged her ass and thighs and slowly moved upward between her legs until his hand grasp her by her BALLS! Her humiliation could not be alleviated as Tawny's small cock was now hard and jutting outward, trapped between her hips and the desk. "Aah!," she cried as his hand clamped down hard on her tender balls, "Please, Please don't hurt me," she cried as the hand pulled and twisted her tender parts. As suddenly as the grip had clamped, it released, and the hand became tender as it stroked her ass and cock. "Yes, I have a surprise for you missy, just hold still and I'll let you have it," he said. Tawny heard a drawer opened and closed and then felt Mr. Petry spreading a cream on her asshole, his finger gently working it around the tight opening, then when she relaxed, rubbing it inside the small orifice. After a while, she could tell that he was working two or three fingers in and out at once; then he stopped. "Now for the surprise," he whispered. "How can he call his cock a surprise?" she thought to herself, "I'm no virgin, I've been raped before, more times than I care to remember." "Arghh!, Arghh!" "God, there's no way that little fucker has a cock that big!" "But it's in my ass so he must," she thought with her eyes closed and her tear streaked face pressed into her hands. Before, she could consider it more, it suddenly began vibrating and the vibrations traveled up her body in wave after wave. Mr. Petry patted her ass then told her to put her panties back on, but to leave the toy where it was. "But, I thought . . . " she whimpered. "You think nothing!" he replied, "I do the thinking here." "Now put you clothes back on and leave that gift EXACTLY where it is, you are to report here, before you go home today, and IF you have been a good girl, I MIGHT take it out; if you don't leave it or are bad you will be punished severely; DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Yes, Mr. Petry." Tawny quickly got dressed and picking up the voicecorder, was told to have all of the letters done by 4:00 p.m. She then ran out the door and down the hall to the worker-girls restroom and dove for a stall. Tawny sat down on a toilet seat and her body shook with anger and fear of the executive who had just humiliated her. "How did I ever get into a situation like this?" she thought, but knew the answer. She trembled, then she began to shake as the fearful images built in her mind, just thinking of it shattered her, her stomach clenched tight, and suddenly she was sick and spun around just in time to use the commode rather than throw-up all over herself. When she recovered enough, she went to the sink and rinsed the foul taste from her mouth, then returned to the stall, still trembling and feeling the vibrations of the thing he had inserted in her. In the silence of the bathroom, she could also hear a faint buzzing sound from the thing and knew she would have to be "noisy" all day to conceal it. Looking up, Tawny saw the camera on the wall of the room, it had been there so long, she had almost forgotten it. She knew it provided a directed video and audio feed to the executive lounge, but had long ago accepted this invasion of privacy by the executives as one of their rights. Now, however, it was a problem, since she wanted to remove and inspect the thing in her ass and DID NOT want that picture broadcast to every lecher in the building. Tawny moved to the last stall, knowing that it was not totally covered by the camera, since there were places in it where you could not see the camera, so obviously, the camera could not see you. Pressed against the partition, she gently removed the device and inspected it, after turning it off to eliminate the loud buzzing it made outside its current receptacle. It was a combination dildo and butt plug, made from a soft rubber with most of it looking like a cock about 8 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter. It had a "T" shaped bottom however, to keep it from going completely inside and a twist type cap on the bottom, which both closed the battery compartment and acted as the on-off switch for the device. Satisfied that it would not hurt her, Tawny, tried her best to empty her bowels, then after washing the device, reinserted it into her rectum, but left the device turned off, for now. With the plug feeling like a log stuffed up her innards, Tawny, straightened her clothing, fixed her makeup and returned to her desk to process the letters and get her other work done before the 4:00 deadline. After two hours of hard work, Tawny had completed the letters and threw them into her out basket, then leaned back in her chair, relaxing for a moment. This shift in position, however, closed the contact on the vibrator which abruptly starting working; the shock of it starting almost caused her to jump from her chair, which would have drawn the attention of every other girl in the office. No matter how much she wiggled and squirmed, the thing just kept buzzing away, and soon Tawny just gave up trying to get it to stop and tried to find some work on her desk to distract her mind from it. At 4:00, Tawny reported to Mr. Petry as directed and he let her stand as he reviewed the letters for mistakes. "Very good, Missy, now come over to the desk and bend over it." Mr. Petry approached her from behind and ran his hand over her shoulder in a possessive manner, then slid it down her back and lifted her skirt, laying it up over her back. His hand then massaged, the taunt flesh of her backside and his fingers finding the device, pressed through her panties, shoving it to maximum depth. Grasping her panties at the hips, he slowly lowered them and then took hold of the dildo and started to pull it outward. "Ahhh!" Tawny moaned as the thing was pulled backward, then, "Ohhh!, Argh!" as it was roughly slammed back to full depth. Mr. Petry then began a pumping of the dildo in and out of her ass, slowly pulling it out then plunging back in with enough force to slam her hip against the desk. After awhile, Tawny's body responded and met him thrust for thrust, at this point, without warning, he jerked it out of her and slapped her flesh with a hard swat. (Crack!) "You are enjoying this you little slut! (Crack!), Get your panties up and get out of here. NOW!" he yelled, and Tawny hurriedly pulled up her panties as she ran for the door. "GET OUT YOU SLUT!" Tawny went straight to her desk, shut down her comcon, got her coat and purse and headed for the door, determined to get out of the building before, Mr. Petry decided to punish her, despite the fact that he really had no reason for doing so, he didn't need one; it was his prerogative as an executive. "Thank God it's Friday!" she thought, "At least he'll have the weekend to cool off and hopefully forget about this." Outside, Tawny went to the corner and caught a robocab, it was too expensive, normally she would ride the people mover, but she didn't want to take any chances of Mr. Petry following her. Inside, she ordered the robot to take her to her apartment building, then relaxed only when she was around the block and headed away from the company building complex. Finally in front of her building, she ran her debt card through the card reader of the cab, noting that it was even more expensive than she had thought, "Eighty-Five New Dollars! Guess I'll be on a diet for the rest of the month!" she thought as the cab now paid, opened its door to let her exit. The building auto-doorkeeper, accepted her palm print and recessed the door for her to enter. Her apartment doorkeeper required a thumb print for admission and the apartment computer greeted her with a cheery metallic "Hello Tawny, how was your day?" as she crossed the threshold. "Pure Shit!" she replied, "Get me a bath, you silicone tormenter." "Yes Miss, it will be ready in three minutes, may I get you a drink?" "Yes, double martini and make it dry!" "As you wish, Miss, it is being served at the drink dispenser now." Tawny, grabbed the drink from the portal built into the wall and downed it immediately, then ordered another, as she stripped off her clothing and threw them into the fresher receptacle. Carrying her drink, Tawny headed for the bath, and mumbled to herself as she walked. "Fucking computer is a real pain, but it makes good drinks and I sure don't know how people lived without them." Stepping into the oversized tub, Tawny allowed herself to sink down into the bubble laden water and enjoy the muscle relaxing heat absorb into her tired and abused body. Tawny, just laid back and soaked, with her head resting against the tub wall and closed her eyes allowing the water to do it's work, and remembered what it had been like before she had been classified. For starters she had been born male and called Tommy until that fateful day she was classified. Tawny's childhood had been in most respects usual for a citizen class person, her father had been an executive who got a genetic female worker pregnant and thus been required to support the worker for 12 years until the child was classified and had completed preliminary training. The state picked up living expenses for children between ages 13-16 after which they were shipped off to boarding schools for final occupational training. The only unusual part was that she had a twin brother named Tim and his mother was also receiving support for an older half sister named Jane who was six when Tawny and Tim were born. Her father was unusual in that he actually took an interest in the children and visited them regularly, taking them on outings. Tawny also now realized that the visits gave him an excuse to see their mother and have sex with her weekly. Jane's father, never visited, just sent monthly checks. Jane was now a medical doctor somewhere on the east coast and had made no contact with her brothers after their classifications. The one thing Tawny remembered more than anything else about her father, was that every trip always ended with a tour of the "Laborer" housing area and an admonition that they must study hard so that they would never be classified as a Laborer. Also, any sign of submission was discouraged except to an adult's direction, so that they would be used to managing and supervising and might stand a better chance being classified into an upper class. Tim, she remembered had been his best friend and playmate until they went to take the tests, then became someone he grew to hate afterwards. Tim was classified a "Tech - Military Supervisor specialty" as opposed to her "Worker - Office" classification and immediately began to order her then still known as Tommy around. That 6-year period between classification and final training had been pure hell for her, starting when her name was legally changed and they started giving her hormone treatments. Tim, would whenever out of hearing of adults, taunt her and force her to do things that still made her shudder. Her brother was learning to exercise his new status and she had been his training tool. He would keep her naked whenever they were alone and tease her about her budding breasts and the fact that her sex organs stayed exactly the same size while his grew and flaunted his hard cock in her face at every opportunity. Once her brother was capable of erection, Tawny became his personal sex object, and she had been forced to service him daily with her mouth or backside and usually both. "You might as well get used to it," Tim would say, "you're not going to be anything but a pussy for executives and tech's anyway!" Tawny would cry, but would do as ordered or he would spank her until she couldn't sit down. Occasionally, Tim would offer her to service other boys in the neighborhood and laugh and taunt her while she sucked or fucked the boys who had formerly been both their friends. The fact that any adult would only confirm that he was within his rights only made the abuse more humiliating to the young boy on the inside as his body became female in appearance. By the time she was sixteen and sent to the office workers training school, the last mental vestiges of Tommy were gone and the personality of Tawny was predominant. The only reminders of Tommy were the miniature genitals between his long supple thighs. At sixteen, Tawny measured 34-23-35 and had the features of a high fashion model as well as a tall willowy frame. By the time she graduated at age eighteen she had grown to 36-24-35 and was the envy of all the girls in her class. The only thing Tawny wished they had done to her, was COMPLETE THE JOB; why hadn't they made her a woman in total instead of just appearance. Her useless genitals should have been removed and SRS (Sexual Reassignment Surgery) completed, the way they left her just made it even more abusive when sex was demanded of her. She would have it done as soon as she could afford it, she decided, but it was a VERY expensive operation. Very few workers ever earned enough to get it done. Tawny had not seen her twin since the day she left for school and after the years of abuse he had inflicted on her, had no desire to ever see him again. Tawny realized the water was getting cold, and got out of the bath, dried with a large fluffy towel, then dusted her entire body with a sweet smelling power. Standing nude before the full-length mirror in her bathroom, Tawny looked herself over. She was tall and slender, reed-like, willowy, yet curving and regal, her hips tapered into long straight legs, her skin was like a peach-tinted cream and her uptilted breasts like satin. Her features looked dainty and her wrists small with long sensitive fingers, her facial bones were delicately carved and her mouth full and her wet light brown hair would have a wind blown look when dried and emphasize her deep blue eyes. "Sexy" was the only way she could describe herself, "No wonder those lechers at the office are always after me." Refreshed, Tawny ordered the apartment computer to fix her a light snack of soup and a synth-turkey sandwich, then put on a long nylon robe as she worked her way toward the kitchen, giving the computer time to fix the meal. The food was ready when she got to the auto-porter and she moved it to the breakfast bar and fixed herself a cup of tea to wash it down. Then spent the next 30-minutes leisurely munching as the stereo played soothing music. Now, recovered, Tawny decided to go out for the evening to help distract her from the events of the day. Starting with black silk thong type panties, black pantihose, and short black half slip, Tawny prepared for her evening out. Sitting at her makeup table, she applied her makeup with great care, smoothing the foundation over her hairless face making sure to cover the dark area below each eye resulting from fatigue, next came eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, a little penciling of the eyebrows, and bright red lipstick, a little rouge to highlight her delicate cheekbones and she was finally satisfied with the look. Next, her long hair was combed and fixed into a knot on top of her head, held by a gold clasp, leaving her slim elegant neck visible from all angles. "Now for the dress," she thought as she perused her closet, and selected a black party dress that was pure feminine allure. The draped neckline slipped just off the shoulder and plunged to a deep "V" between her breasts, the narrow waist was accentuated by the flair of the full circle skirt held aloft by an attached crinoline. The cloth covered matching belt was present only to emphasize the difference of her tiny waist and the skirt came only to mid-thigh showing off her fabulous long legs. Gold and pearl drop earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet finished the look except 3 inch strap high heels on her feet. "If I gotta be a girl, I'll be a beautiful one!" she thought to herself as she blew a kiss from pouted lips at the mirror. Riding the people-mover to the nightclub was not something Tawny usually liked to do, but it was seven miles to the club from her apartment and in between was a college campus and an area called the Labor Ghetto. Definitely not an area to walk through at night. The passenger coach was full tonight, mostly tech's, workers and a few laborers, not to mention a few squalling children and loud teenagers. Tawny smiled to herself at all of the appreciative gazes directed toward her from the assembled fellow passengers and pretended not to hear some of the lewd remarks made by the teenage boys who were pre-tech from their clothing of light blue jumpsuits. Finally, the mover got to her stop and she moved with pure grace toward the door and out on to the sidewalk in front of the nightclub. "Hi Miss Tawny!" the real live doorkeeper greeted her as he opened the door and held it for her to pass through. The live doorman, live bartender, and generally friendly people who frequented the club made it her favorite place to go when down in the dumps. They also usually had a good band and Tawny DID love to dance. Tawny moved immediately toward the bar and Jim the bartender smiled on seeing her approach and immediately produced her favorite drink, an obscure concoction called a "Singapore sling," few people knew about it, although it was reputed to have been very popular back before the turn of the century and was very strong indeed. "Put it on my tab," Tawny smiled at the handsome bartender as she accepted the proffered drink. Jim gave her a look that could only be interpreted as pure lust and caressed her hand as he withdrew his own. "As always," he whispered in a husky voice, "you're gorgeous, best looking girl in the place. Unfortunately we are busy tonight, awful lot of 'Suits' for some reason, so watch yourself, and I won't be able to spend much time with you. Just give me a high sign when you want another, Andy doesn't know how to make them." "Thanks Jim," she smiled and turned to look over the customers and see if any seats were empty near the stage. "Jim probably still thinks I'm a genetic female," she chuckled to herself, "Won't HE be surprised someday!" Moving toward the only empty table near the stage, Tawny noted with apprehension that more than half of the crowd were Executives, highly unusual in a bar usually only frequented by Tech's and Workers. "Why don't they stay at their own clubs?" she mumbled to herself, "God Damn 'Suits' just won't leave us alone," as she worked across the dance floor to the table. Tawny had no more than sat down when she noted an adjacent table was full of 'Suits' most of whom had already had too much to drink and were becoming rowdy. Although she had her back turned toward them she could hear their lewd remarks, assessing her body, and the burn of their eyes stripping her mentally. Fortunately, an electronics Tech named John came over almost immediately and Tawny was relieved when he sat at the table with her. His large size apparently was sufficient to clam up the remarks from behind her, although legally they could say anything they wanted without recourse. "Thanks for coming over John, I was starting to get worried," she whispered in his ear. "I could tell the wolves in 'Suits' were upsetting you," he replied, "How about a dance, then we'll sit somewhere away from them." "Please" was the whimpered reply. John got up and guided her onto the dance floor and soon they were a blur of motion as they concentrated on the music, until suddenly, a tall blonde haired man in a grey suit stepped between them and grabbed Tawny by the wrist. "Move off, Tech, I want to dance with this long legged cunt," he growled at John. "But sir, please, no need to be abrasive or vulgar, if you want to dance with the lady, all you need do is ask." "Bug off Techy or I'll have your ass . . . YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" "Uh, yes sir, anything you say sir . . . " "Now Cunt! You dance with ME! Got it?" "Yes, yes sir," Tawny replied and much to her chagrin, the band switched to slower music from the fast set they had just completed. Immediately, she was pulled up against the tall man and his hand immediately began feeling all over her body. His fingers probed her ass cheeks and squeezed and pinched them as he pulled the skirt of her dress up revealing her firm behind to everyone in the club. Tawny could smell an overpowering odor of alcoholic beverage about him and his movement was definitely impaired by the effects of drink. No doubt in her mind, this guy was drunk, and out of control. During the next dance, the man stumbled and grabbed at Tawny to stop his fall. His hands unfortunately caught the shoulders of her dress and his weight moving downward, ripped the dress down from her shoulders, baring her high firm breasts. Tawny, removed his hands before he could do any more damage, but everyone on the dance floor had stopped and were now staring at her half nude form. Tawny tried pulling the shredded material up to cover herself, but finally gave up on it and covered her breasts with her arms as she ran from the dance floor toward the bathroom. At the edge of the dance floor a short man in blue pinstripe suit stopped her dead in her tracks. It was Mr. Petry! "Well now Missy, fancy meeting you here. Just WHAT did you think you were doing with my boyfriend out there? Uhm? Being your normal little slutty self, I say, so why don't we just give all these good citizens a really good show?" Mr. Petry grabbed Tawny's remaining dress and ripped it from her body, then in a single movement jerked her pantihose, half-slip, and panties down her legs leaving them in a pile at her ankles. "Get them off bitch! Nothing but your shoes left on that sexy pussy-wimp body." Tawny turned away from the gathered crowd and removed the garments and put her shoes back on, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other as she trembled before her boss. This was not sufficient for Mr. Petry, who jerked both of her hands behind her and used her panty hose to tie them behind her. He then turned her to face the crowd and pointed out her atrophied genitals and with a flick of his finger, cause her little penis to flip out and back against her tiny ball sack. Tawny was in tears, and trembling uncontrollably. "Please, please Mr. Petry, don't do this, . . . I, I've never done anything to deserve this . . . " (Crack! Crack!) He slapped her hard across the face both forehand and backhand. "Shut up you cunt, you lured my boyfriend away, THAT is sufficient reason for ANYTHING I choose to do to you. NOW GET OUT OF HERE!" Mr. Petry immediately grabbed Tawny by the upper arm and guided her toward the fire escape door of the club and opening it with one hand, shoved her out into the dark alley behind the club with the other. The club was now dead silent, so no one had any trouble hearing Mr. Petry when he called to the doorman and ordered him to allow no one but executives to leave the club for one hour, then directed the band to start playing again and a new round of drinks to be delivered to his table. The customers were stunned, and no one even thought of trying to help Tawny out in the alley. Not with a lunatic executive in front of them inside. Jim polished the bar as Andy mixed the ordered drinks for the executive table and a couple of workers helped the tall blond exec. back to his table, placing him in the chair beside the executive who claimed to be his consort. Outside, Tawny found herself in a cold, damp and dark alley and stood with her back to the cold brick of the building trembling with fear and trying to figure out what to do. She struggled against her bonds but without success. However, he had tied them, she was not going to get untied by herself. "Better to try to get home like this," she thought, "than go back in there for help." With this thought in mind, Tawny slowly worked her way down along the building, acutely aware of her jiggling breasts and the exposed tiny member between her legs. At the intersecting alley, Tawny pressed herself against the wall and sneaked a look around the corner of the building. "Ouch!" she cried as her sensitive breasts brushed the rough brick, then panicked that someone might have heard her. No one was in sight so Tawny looked to see which street the alley lead too, to figure out her location. After some thought, she decided that the street she could see was the one in front of the club, so if she continued down this alley, it would lead her in the right direction. As quietly as possible, Tawny moved down the alley, crossing alley after alley until after nine blocks, she was facing a major street ahead. On her knees, peering from behind a dumpster, Tawny tried to see how heavy the traffic was, and to her chagrin, it was VERY heavy; "No dice," she muttered to herself, "I'll have to find another way." Backtracking to the last alley, she now moved South at a ninety degree angle from her original path, until at last, she came to a dead end some eleven blocks from her starting point. It was the college campus, and like most campuses in all ages, was heavily landscaped with lots of "natural" areas for "contemplation." "Just what I need!" she whispered and immediately started through the campus, moving from bush to bush and tree to tree, ducking for cover any time she heard voices. Half way across the campus, while moving along the side of the stadium, the dove through an open door when she heard three or four men approaching. Huddling against a wall, behind some boxes, the trembled both from the cold and fear as the voices came closer, then receded. The light coming through the doorway provided enough illumination for Tawny to see she was in a training room, with rows of tables and medical equipment of various types. On one of the tables was a large pair of scissors, which Tawny immediately moved toward. She had to sit on the table to get her hands on them, but was then quickly able to cut the pantihose from her bound hands, freeing them. Again she heard voices approaching and noting a door at the side of the room, reached in hopes that it might be unlocked, the knob was frozen, but the door was unlocked and just as Tawny closed it behind her, the lights came on in the training room. Voices were coming from everywhere, obviously, one of the school teams had just finished whatever game they had played and were returning. Tawny dug as deeply as possible into the stacked cardboard boxes until she reached the back wall of the small supply closet, then sat on the floor with her knees pulled tightly against her breasts and her arms holding them in place. After what seemed like hours, the voices diminished and the light coming under the door went out as she heard the outer door lock click. Tawny waited, counting to herself until she reached 500, then moved from her hideout and listened at the door. "All gone, now where's the light?" After a couple of minutes, she found the switch and the light blinded her when it winked on, having been in darkness for the past couple of hours. Tawny, then started going through the boxes, trying to find ANYTHING she could cover herself with for the remaining trip home. Most of the boxes were full of medical supplies, tape, lotions, etc. but against the back wall at the very bottom of the pile was a large box marked "Uniforms." Seeing it, Tawny jumped past the remaining boxes and dug out the big one. Opening the lid, she gave a squeal of glee, when on top was a white sweater emblazoned with the school logo. When she picked up the garment however, it fell apart. "God! These must be a hundred years old!" Being considerably more careful, Tawny removed a dozen sweaters from the box and below them found short skirts that matched the sweaters. After, they were retrieved, she slowly inspected each garment, trying to find at least one of each that was usable. All of the sweaters had been moth eaten, but one had only a couple of holes in it and seemed to be about the right size, so she carefully put it on. The sweater fit tight and only came down to just above her belly button, but at least it was something. She had better luck with the skirts, three fit and all were made of some synthetic material, so the moths hadn't eaten them up. The only problem with the skirts was that they just BARELY covered her bottom! No other clothing could be found in the room, so this was the best she was going to get. Unfortunately, since all college students were now, "male" these antiques had not been used in at least forty-three years. Still without suitable shoes, Tawny had to wear her high heels, and noted as she walked through the training room, that they caused her hips to sway enough to flip the skirt with each step, no doubt flashing her backside to anyone with the proper angle of view. "Better than the way I was, NUDE!" she thought and peeked through the door before venturing out and closing it behind her. Although somewhat covered, Tawny moved cautiously through the campus, hiding at every voice until she reached the far side. She was now only 2 miles from home, but between here and there was the Labor Ghetto. Tawny had no more than crossed the street when a group of teenage boys started following her as she moved to quickly cross this area of town. Her speed however, made her skirt swing and the flash of her firm buns made the boys even more interested than before. The labor housing area was the only area of the city that supported the world's oldest profession, since it was the only area where the citizens couldn't order some one lower status to provide any service desired. The boy's cat calls suggested that they thought she was a labor class hooker, and given the combination of high heels, short skirt, and no panties, Tawny could see how they might have mistaken her for one of them. Regardless, Tawny had no intention of stopping and correcting them, she just wanted to get home as soon as possible. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and stopped her dead in her tracks, as she turned, her eyes grew wide as she came face to face with a large teenage boy, about sixteen who was her own height but had at least 50 lbs. more muscle than her thin frame. "What's your hurry baby?" "Don't you want to party with us?" "Uh, I think you've made a mistake." Tawny replied. "I don't think so, sweetheart," and Tawny felt a hand caress her ass cheek, while the boy in front of her reached out and squeezed her left breast. "Stop that you little shit!" as she knocked his hand from her chest and swatted the area behind her. This brought roaring laughter from the group of five boys. "I'm not one of your low life hookers, I'm a WORKER CITIZEN, now get AWAY from me!" The boy stopped only momentarily at her revelation of her status, then reached out with his right hand and closed it around her slim neck, choking her as he pulled her forward and kissed her full on the mouth, forcing his tongue deeply between her luscious lips. "I don't care what you are BITCH, I can't go any lower than I already am, and I WANT SOME PUSSY, and YOU are going to provide it, or your DEAD MEAT! Do I make myself CLEAR?" The young man then grabbed the front of her sweater and pulled it upward, but instead of it lifting as he intended, it fell apart, only the sleeves remaining. "No Don't, Please Don't!" Tawny was now bare to the waist and hands were all over her, from all directions, as she attempted to swat them away. One of the boys behind her, grabbed her around her arms, pinning them to her sides and she was quickly moved into an alley as the boys centered her in their group. When out of sight from the street, they stopped and the large boy slapped her across the face (CRACK!), "Shut up BITCH!" Tawny recoiled from the hard slap, and tears flowed freely down her face. "Strip her." Without discussion, one of the boys grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled, and like the sweater, the garment fell apart. The boys were now faced with something they WEREN'T expecting. A miniature cock and balls on a beautiful woman! "What the FUCK! It's a GOD DAMN GUY! You know I heard that some of the workers were guys who were shot full of hormones to look like women, but I never believed it . . . A FUCKIN PUSSY WIMP GUY! Son-of-a- bitch." The large boy was not deterred by the new situation, however, "I don't care WHAT IT is, IT looks enough like a woman to me, and I still want some PUSSY! But since you don't have one, I guess I'll have to settle for a blowjob." "Please, please don't make me do this, you'll get in serious trouble." Tawny pleaded as she was forced to her knees in front of the large boy, who quickly unzipped his orange jumpsuit and pressed his hard-on at her face. Her answer to her pleading was a sharp slap to the side of her head, as he then grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward. "Suck me bitch, and do it REAL good, if you want to make it out of here alive." Tawny, took a deep breath and accepted the inevitable. Four years of sucking off her twin brother and his friends and three years of blowjobs for execu- tives and made her a pro at oral sex. Tawny opened her mouth wide and inhaled the young cock, working it over with her tongue and providing suction on every stroke in and out, relaxing her throat so that he could penetrate full length. It only took a couple of minutes for the inexperienced boy to cum, and Tawny sucked him dry. Meanwhile, her breasts were squeezed and her body caressed by the other boys who cheered her on and applauded her performance. They then lined up and Tawny sucked each to a climax, then found them coming back for seconds. After ten blowjobs, Tawny's jaw was getting sore, but only one of them was really large, most were small or at least small in diameter. After the second round, the large boy kissed her on the cheek and helped her to her feet. Each of the boys, then came forward and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek, thanking her, a couple were so young she had to bend forward so they could reach her with their mouths. "Now where are you going, honey, we'll escort you as far as we can so you won't get into more problems," the oldest said. "168th Street" "Damn, that's all the way across the sector! We're going to have to get you something to wear. Joey, go get a jumpsuit and bring it back here, we can't take her ten blocks in the nude." "You got it Brian, be back in a flash." Shortly, Tawny was provided an orange jumpsuit, which was at least two sizes too small and she could not fully close the zipper, but for the first time in ages she felt covered. The boys escorted her to the boundary of the sector and each gave her another kiss before letting her go her way. Tawny didn't like kissing the boys, they smelled, but what the hell, she had given them each a much more intimate kiss, hadn't she? Two blocks from home and moving in the right direction . . . one block to go just around the corner . . . "Hey what are you doing in this neighborhood?" "Hey you . . . You in the orange jumpsuit! ... What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood?" (Wham!) A nightstick struck Tawny on the back of her left knee, dropping her to the pavement. "What are you deaf or something? I asked what you are doing in this neighborhood 'Laborer'?" "What? Oh, I'm sorry officer, I didn't realize you were talking to me, this, this jumpsuit is borrowed, I live here, SIR." Tawny replied as she rubbed the back of her leg where the stick had impacted. No use complaining, officers were at the least Tech's so they could do what they wanted. "You expect me to believe that, LABORER, a worker wouldn't be caught dead in a labor suit." "Well, sir, it was either this or travel ten blocks through labor sector NAKED!" Tawny was getting pissed. "You mean you walked all the way through there?" "All ten blocks sir, and not without some difficulty." "I don't believe it, you MUST be a laborer." "Sir, have you ever seen a 'Transsexual-Laborer'?" "There is no such thing. 'Trans's." are Worker and above ONLY!" "Then this will prove I don't belong in this jumpsuit." Without further comment, Tawny unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and lowered it until the officer could see both her breasts and her genitals, after she was sure he had seen, she quickly zipped the garment back up. "Well Miss, I guess you've made your point, but I will need to search you for contraband. There has been considerable smuggling of narcotics from the Labor to Worker Sector and right now you're a prime suspect." "Do you have to do it here?" "No, where is your apartment?" "Just down the street. Please follow me." The two quickly walked down the street and up to Tawny's apartment, once inside, the officer stood blocking the door. "Ok Miss, strip, and hand your clothing to me after you remove it." He said in a stern and official sounding voice. "Yes Sir," she replied as she hastened to remove the jumpsuit and her shoes, now standing completely nude before the officer who was looking through the pockets of the jumpsuit, then inspected each shoe. Moving to in front of her, he directed her to open her mouth and then used his flashlight to look inside, finding nothing, she was directed to bend over and spread her cheeks. She could hear the snap as he placed a rubber glove on his hand, and knew that he intended to make a digital examination. "Argh!" she cried as his finger roughly penetrated her back door and then moved about inside. As abruptly as it started, it was over and his finger removed. "You got a nice tight little pussy-ass there girl; I think I better probe it deeper." The officer shoved Tawny forward so that she was bent over the end of her sofa, then she heard, a zipper sound and KNEW just how he planed to probe her backside. Without warning, she felt his huge cock pressing against her tight little hole, and she made a concerned effort to relax, to avoid as much pain as possible. Since, the only lube being used was the little left from his gloved exam, it still hurt quite a bit. He shoved with steady pressure, and soon was all the way into her, then started a slow stroking in and out. Tawny was no virgin and her tunnel soon adapted to his meat without any trouble, and she felt her own little cock responding to the friction against her prostate gland. He moved with him and was soon meeting him stroke for stroke and just as she was about to climax, felt him shoot into her ass. Unfortunately, Tawny did not cum, and he was done, his shrinking cock was already sliding out of her. "Shit!" "Ok Miss, that will be all, but I must warn you to stay out of that sector, a pretty 'trans.' like you could get raped in there." "Yes Sir, I certainly will Sir, I had no intention of going there in the first place, Sir." "Thank you, Miss, Have a good night." And he was gone. "Tawny's little 3" cock deflated, with the stopping of friction on her prostate, and no matter how much she rubbed it, it wouldn't get hard again. Once again, Tawny decided that a bath was the solution needed for her abused body and headed for the big tub where she spent the rest of the evening. After the bath and a bite to eat, Tawny went to bed for some much needed sleep, this had been a VERY long and trying day. The lights came on and blinded Tawny as four sets of hands pressed her into the mattress. One holding her legs, another her left arm and someone else was choking her and at the same time slapping her face. "Wake up! Wake UP you little cunt!" (Crack! Crack!) "Wha . . . What, . . . Who?" "Roll the Bitch over, so I can cuff her." Immediately, Tawny was turned onto her stomach, still unable to comprehend what was happening, in her sleepy state, nor who was doing it. (Snap, Snap) and Tawny could feel cold steel surrounding each wrist, as her shoulders protested having been wrenched behind her back. At the same time, she felt something cold being placed around her left ankle (Snap), then the right (Snap) each proceeded by a ratchet sound. The baby-doll nighty she was wearing was ripped from her body and the hands at either end of her body held her firmly down, one at the legs and the other pushing on her head and shoulders. The bed sank on one side, then suddenly, someone was sitting on her back and had grabbed her hair and was pulling her head backward. "Ahhh! Please, your hurting me, I'll do whatever you want, . . . Just PLEASE don't hurt me," the terrorized girl pleaded. No one answered, but a blindfold was placed over her eyes, tied, then her head again forced down into the pillows. "Hold her down. I'm going to teach this cunt a lesson she will never forget!" Tawny finally recognized the voice, it was Mr. Petry! 'Son-of-a- Bitch, isn't this guy done with me yet? Who was with him? How did they get into my apartment?' She thought. (Whoosh - Crack! Whoosh - Crack!) "GOD! PLEASE HELP ME!" Tawny cried as some kind of belt or strap rained stroke after stroke of pure fire onto her tender behind. Tawny, tried to maintain control, but by twenty-five strokes was reduced to a mass of trembling, crying, blubber, her rear end was on fire and the blows just kept coming. Her tormentor seeming to be tireless, Tawny lost count somewhere around seventy-five and passed out at what had to have been 100, unable to feel anything other than searing pain from seventy-five on out. Tawny was revived by a bucket of ice water, then roughly pulled to her feet, shivering from the shock, pain and fear. One of the attackers was holding her shoulders from behind and from the noises, she could tell that the others were standing in front of her. (Crack!) A blow with an open hand left its imprint on the outside edge of her left breast. Tawny screamed but it did no good. "Wake Up CUNT! Your night has just BEGUN and I want you to remember every minute of it!" "Tie her to that chair, it's time for her haircut." Tawny was forced over to a chair, the steel cuffs on her ankles biting into her flesh with each step, then roughly shoved downward until seated. A Course rope was then looped around her torso holding her there. Tawny could hear the sound of someone playing with a pair of scissors as the blades scraped each other in anticipation. Then without warning, a handful of hair was pulled out from the side of her head and the sound of the scissors was right beside her ear. The process was repeated over and over, usually with the scissors laying right against her scalp. Tawny knew her beautiful long hair was being sheared and cried, but could do nothing to stop them. A collar of some sort was placed around her neck and cinched tight, but not so tight that she couldn't breathe and she heard the snap, and felt the tug when something was attached to it. The rope binding her to the chair was removed and again she was roughly jerked to her feet, only this time someone was also lifting her by the collar around her slim neck. "Stand still and spread your legs," Mr. Petry ordered, Tawny still trembling, complied until her legs reached the limits of the chain connecting the metal bands on her ankles. A small hand roughly grabbed her genitals and pulled them outward from her body and a band of some sort was placed under and over them, holding them out from her body. (Snap) Again a leash was attached and a preliminary tug almost pulled her off balance, as her tormentor tested to see that it was secure. "How . . . How did you get into my apartment?" Tawny almost whispered. (Crack!) Her right breast was struck with a leather strap creating an electric charge of pain to shoot immediately from the impact area. "Shut Up Bitch! You will not talk unless told to do so, but in this case, I'll answer your question; only, because you are so stupid. Executive I.D. cards open all accesses set by lower classifications, regardless of location. I can come into ANY area you lock ANY TIME I WANT! Now we are going to a party, and YOU will be the MAIN entertainment, and if you are VERY good girl, you MIGHT even survive it with a minimum of permanent damage. NOW FOLLOW ME!" "Ahhh!" Tawny screamed as her body was pulled forward by the strap on her groin, and the metal cuffs on her legs bit flesh as she tried to keep up with the pulled flesh of her remaining sex. Whenever, she moved too slowly, she was rewarded with a punch in the lower back or a lash across her upper thighs. From the sounds and estimated distance between turns, Tawny knew she was being lead down the hallway of her apartment, into the elevator, through the lobby and now outside into the cold night air. Apparently they passed a number of people along the way, as Mr. Petry told them to get out of the way and many laughs and jeers were heard concerning her appearance, her small bound cock and her current situation. Outside, she was made to stand on the street as many vehicles and d, pedestrians passed, her wet body shivering in the cold night air; but a curious change started coming over her as she heard the cat calls and crude comments. She was PROUD of her body and wasn't ashamed anymore for people to see it nude. True, this was not of her choice, she was a slave created by the system; but she was still a person. They could beat her, rape her, degrade her, but nothing they could do could destroy her inner-self; the true TAWNY! They could only work on and abuse the exterior Tawny. This realization made her stand tall and proud against the cheers and jeers directed at her and she smiled to herself that this was a result of her being MORE of a WOMAN than that little shit Mr. Petry. After a while, she was shoved into a vehicle and fell onto the floor trying to get in; the shackles not allowing her feet to step up into the vehicle. She was told to stay on the floor and complied as they took her through a winding course, to where; she had no idea. When the vehicle finally stopped, she was pulled out by her cock and neck and again lead into a building, up an elevator, and at last into a heated room. Loud voices were heard as they passed into the room, followed by complete silence. "Good evening Gentlemen! I would like to introduce my SLAVE to you. This little CUNT is Tawny, who made the mistake of trying to take my boyfriend away earlier this evening. As you can see, she was not entirely successful and has been punished for her sin. However, since she seems to prefer Executive cocks, I thought she just might add a minor attraction to our little get together. Any of you who feel so inclined, are welcome to use my little Missy Toy for relief of your frustrations, whatever they may be or however you may choose." Tawny was lead further into the room and could hear a number of voices commenting on her body. Most were comments of appreciation of her firm breasts, long legs, and firm behind, even though it was currently criss-crossed by red welts from the strapping she had received. The comments, made her happy and proud and she stood straight under the gazes of she didn't know how many people's eyes. Then hands were all over her, feeling, probing, and caressing her flesh. Over the next several hours, Tawny sucked cocks, ate pussies, licked asses, was repeatedly sodomized, yet through it all, mentally she told herself that she was the best WOMAN in the place. That's why they had sex with her rather than with each other! When she was finally dumped on the pavement in front of her apartment building, Tawny was covered with cum juice from both sexes. Cum dripped from her asshole and was smeared across her face and breasts. The sun was high and the street crowded, but Tawny walked erect, clad in only a leather-like collar and leather-like strap still attached to her genitals. Making no attempt to cover her nakedness, she proudly strode through the lobby and into the elevator, returning to her apartment. Inside, she had five stiff drinks to allay the pain still radiating from her bruised backside. Then tried to remove the collar from her neck, but found that the metal studs which closed it had no visible means of removal. She then inspected the strap around her cock and balls and again found no visible means of removing the locking studs of the device. Getting a pair of scissors, she gently tried to cut the strap from her groin, but found that whatever it was made of, it could not be cut. The scissors didn't even make a mark on the material. With resignation, she drew a bath and then fell asleep in the deep hot tub. Tawny awoke in the water, which was now cool and slowly got up, feeling pain from every part of her body. Standing before the mirror, she inspected the damage and found black and blue bruises on both her arms, thighs, back and her ass covered with crimson/black/blue stripes from the beating. Her hair was a disaster, hacked in all directions, some parts as long as six inches, others cut to less than half an inch. As Tawny looked at the results, she finally broke down and dropped to her knees crying at the loss of her beautiful hair and fuming with hate at the person who had done this to her. At a total loss for what to do, she activated her household vidphone, with the video turned off and called Jeri, who lived two floors lower in the building. Jeri was another transsexual-worker and one of her best friends. "Hello?" "Jeri?... Uh, this is Tawny . . . " "Hi Girl!... Uh, Why can't I see you?" "I've . . . I've got the vid turned off . . . Uh, could you come up here . . . I'm . . . I'm in bad trouble, and, and I, I, need your help . . . " "God Girl!, You sound terrible, what the hell is wrong?" "I, I can't talk about it, just come up here, PLEASE!" "I'm on my way Honey, just sit tight, I'll be right there." Five minutes later, the computer announced the presence of a visitor requesting admission. "Is it Jeri?" "Yes Miss Tawny," replied the mechanical voice. "Admit her." When Jeri entered the apartment, she found Tawny sitting on the sofa with her legs pulled up against her chest, arms tightly held around her knees crying. Her hair was butchered, whacked off at odd angles and a black band was visible around her neck with a silver ring at the base of her throat. Tawny was wearing a short light pink silk robe, but bruises were clearly visible on both wrists and ankles. "What the HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" The little blonde asked. Tawny, unable to respond verbally, instead rose and as her friend came within reach, quickly grabbed hold of the smaller girl and hugged her with all her strength. Tears flowed down her cheeks as wave after wave of shudders passed through her. After several minutes, the mental floodgates opened and she told Jeri the whole story starting with the office encounter up through being dumped nude outside the apartment building. Jeri stroked Tawny's body, neck, shoulders and head throughout the story, crying along with the bigger girl, trying to comfort her. "Tawny baby, we've got to get you out of here and hide you somewhere for a while, but first we're going to have to do something about your looks before you can even go outside." Jeri helped her get dressed in a running suit, then took her up two floors to another friend's apartment. Bobbie used a pair of barber shears to try and even out the butchered hair, with the end result, however, looking like a man's haircut. This looked out of place on Tawny's obviously womanly body but was the best they could do. Bobbie also tried to remove the collar and cock strap, but without success. Whatever they were made of, they could not be cut with normal household cutting tools. "Now, where can we hide you?" Asked Jeri, when they had returned to Tawny's apartment. "I, I don't know . . . Mr. Petry knows all about all of my friends . . . Wait a minute, how about Jim?" "Who's Jim?" "The bartender over at the club . . . He's perfect! If you didn't know about him, neither will anyone else from the office!" Moving to the vidphone, Tawny called Jim, waking him from his sleep, the video was blank from his end. "Hello . . . it's Tawny . . . I, I need your help." "Christ girl! What happened to you?" "I'll, tell . . . tell you about it later, can I come over to your place? I, I need to hide out for a couple of days." "You bet sweetheart, I assume this has to do with what happened at the club last night. I'll send someone to meet you and bring you here. The 'suits' can recall phone conversations from the computers but not to where the call was made, so I don't want to give my address. Give me yours, then be ready to go in twenty minutes . . . Understand?" "Uh, yes . . . I live at Empire Tower, and will be in front of the building." The connection was broken and Tawny, immediately threw some clothes into a bag and dressed in a bulky cotton turtleneck sweater and denim skirt with skimmers and a big floppy hat to cover her now short hair. Then giving Jeri a big hug and kiss, thanked her friend for her help and told her to forget anything she had heard and proceeded down to the front of the building. Just after she arrived, a robocab pulled to the stop in front of the building and opened it's door. "Please get in Miss Tawny, I am here to transport you," came a male voice from within. Tawny leaned inside and saw Jim sitting on the seat. She started to say something, when he placed a finger over his lips signaling her not to talk, then pointed to the microphone located in the corner of the roof. Telling the cab to go to a subway station, they sat silent as the cab proceeded on it's way.