The Hacker

"What... what do you mean, sir?"

"It means you'll have a new owner and master. You'll serve and obey just like you did before, but it will be Norman instead of us."

Kathleen's world collapsed again. Just when her life was barely acceptable again, she found herself tied up in a horrid hogtie position and locked in the trunk. She was handed to Norman just like that, fully naked and without even a single item in her possession.

"Welcome home, Kathleen," sad the ugly man as they brought her inside.

Norman's house wasn't as big as Anita's, or even Rob and Samantha's, but she was a very nice villa, nevertheless. It had a very modern style, with a lot of glass walls and white and silver furniture. He didn't have permanent employees, so Kathleen would have to take care of everything.

"Up until now I had a housekeeper coming in the morning to clean and tidy up, but you'll do that from now on. Rob told me you're an excellent maid."

Problem was, Norman was into fetish and heavy bondage. Instead of a normal maid uniform, Kathleen found out in horror that her uniform would be a latex one and included both a lockable ball gag, handcuffs, and ballet heels. Of course, a tight corset was also included, but she was used to it by now. When she first put on the ballet heels, she couldn't even stand up alone. There was no way she could clean a house while wearing them!

However, she found out once again that a human body can get used to anything. The first weeks were hard, but she learned to walk on those crazy shoes. She wasn't graceful, not yet, but she managed to keep her balance. Besides, it was the ball gag that bothered her. Wearing it for hours every day was a torment and was highly dehumanized. As for Norman, although he wasn't very young anymore, being in his mid-fifties, he had still quite a strong sex drive. He took her almost every night, often after tying her up in the most uncomfortable positions. He also loved blowjobs and demanded them frequently. His fat cock tasted horribly.

For the first months, he didn't allow her out of the house. He had all they need delivered to the door. Seeing Tina again was out of the question, and that bothered Kathleen even more than licking his disgusting penis. She tried to be on her best behavior and even pretended to like the way he treated her, but Norman barely seemed to notice it. Her life had turned into a boring, uncomfortable routine. She would spend the whole day tottering on her awful ballet heels, locked in a corset, and with a ball gag firmly pressed into her beautiful mouth. In the evening, she would welcome her master home and spend the night sucking his cock and taking it up her ass.

After seven months of that life, she tried to kill herself. Knowing she could swim in her bondage gear, she waited for him to leave for work and let herself fall in pool. She welcomed the water closing around her and waited for death to come. Instead, even that final wish was taken away from her. It turned out Norman had a close-circuit camera set watching the house and came to her rescue before it was too late. He was furious. After beating her in the most horrible ways, she locked her in what he called a punishment box. That meant that she was tied up and squeezed into a small wooden trunk and left there for hours. After a while, the first cramps arrived, and after some more time the pain was usually unbearable.

Even when the punishments ended, she was forbidden to enter the garden. Now she was locked inside the house and Norman even added an ankle chain connecting her ballet boots to prevent her from moving around too much. He decided she needed some more training and started her on a series of hypnotic sessions. She suspected they were useless, but being tied up and forced to watch them for hours did leave her weak and with an empty mind. She found out that stopping to think was the best way to endure his new life, so she tried really hard to do that.

She stayed with Norman for a whole, long year. In the end, she could walk in ballet boots without even the smallest hesitation and looked even sexy while doing it. The ball gag still bothered her sometimes, but she was so used to it that she barely noticed it most of the time. Thanks to a strict diet and the hormones, she got very close to an image of divine femininity. Her mind was usually blank now, and she just followed orders without questioning them.

It was a heart attack that changed her life. One evening, Norman took too many blue pills to fuck her, and collapsed on the bed. Kathleen ignored his laments, and waited until he was dead. Feeling alive for the first time in years, she took her keys from his pocket and freed herself. She tossed away the heels, the corset, the handcuffs, and the awful ball gag. She didn't have any regular clothes, and Norman's clothes were much too big for her, so she put on one of his grey t-shirts, which could work as a dress for her, and a pair of his slippers. Luckily for her, he kept a lot of cash in his safe, and she knew the combination by now. She put everything in the first bag she found and left. She didn't have a driving license anymore, but she didn't really care. She took Norman's car and drove to the closest mall to buy some real clothes.

The saleslady was surprised to see her dressed like that, but she didn't say anything. Twenty minutes later, she left wearing the first pair of pants in over three years. They were female clothes, of course, as male ones wouldn't fit her anymore, but it was a normal outfit for a change. She wore a black sweater, a pair of dark blue jeans, and ankle boots with block heels. She wanted to buy flats at first, but she found out in horror that over two years on high heels had shortened her tendons. Strange as it was, heels were the most comfortable choice for her now. Anyway, after the ballet boots some normal block heels were heaven for her. Finally, she bought a stylish black backpack to put her few belongings in a safer place.

She valued her options. First, she needed a place to stay. Then, she knew she couldn't stop taking her hormones now, and she only had enough pills for a few days, so she needed a doctor too. Finally, she had to take care of Rom and Samantha, because she knew they'd come looking for her. The most obvious choice would be to go back to her parents, but she didn't want to involve them before she could deal with Rob and Samantha. Norman had forced her to tell them she was moving to a distant place and wouldn't be able to visit for a long time, so that part was taken care of. She tried to think about the people she knew from before his kidnapping, but her memories of that time were quite blurred after all the trauma she'd gone through.

While she was eating a well-deserved cheeseburger, her first one in years, she found the solution. Back when she was at college, she knew a fellow student named Steve. They weren't really friends, but they both loved coding and had worked together a lot. Steve was a resourceful guy and could definitely help her solve her situation. The first step was to go back to her old student residence. Even in a sweater and jeans, there was no way she could go unnoticed, especially in a building full of young people with raging hormones. On a positive note, she noticed how her hot look could intimidate them. She interrogated a few of the students and found out Steve was still in town, although now he worked for an IT company and lived in his apartment in another neighborhood.

She didn't have a car, so it was late evening when she finally reached Steve's place. She looked at her reflection in a window, wondering how she could convince him she used to be Philip. The pretty twenty-two-year-old girl that looked back at her had only Philip's eyes, but all the rest had changed, apart from the shade of her long curly hair, since Norman had allowed her to go back to her natural brunette color. But the high cheekbones, the small French nose, and most of all the feminine jawline were those of a young woman.

"Can I help you?" asked Steve when he opened the door. He didn't recognize her, of course, and was quite surprised to see such a pretty girl at his door after 10 PM.

"Three years ago, you were in your college room with a friend," began Kathleen. "You gained access to the university system and stole the questions of all end term exams."

Steve's eyes widened. "What the hell? Who are you?"

"You didn't want to do it, at first, but your friend convinced you. He said that if you succeeded, he'd ordered you pizza every day for a week. He did it, but the first day he ordered pizza with pepperoni, forgetting you're vegetarian."

Steve's shook his head. "Look, I don't know what Philip told you, but I haven't seen him in years, and I don't have anything to say about this."

Kathleen rolled her eyes. "No, dumbass, I'm Philip!"

Steve laughed. "What the fuck? Is this some kind of joke? Is Philip here too?"

Kathleen had enough of this. "Look, I'll explain everything. Can I please come in? It's late and I don't want your neighbor to hear this."

Steve shook his head with disbelief, fully convinced this was a prank. Fortunately for Kathleen, it was easy to convince a boy to let you in if you looked like a hot runway model.

"Bah, who cares," said Steve in fact. "If this is a joke, I want to see how it plays out."

Kathleen stepped into the flat, which was a little messy, but altogether nice and clean. It consisted of a living room with a kitchenette, a small bedroom, and a bathroom. It was probably the most someone could afford with a young man's wage.

"Please, sit," said Steve, grabbing a coffee pot. "Do you want some?"

"Yes, please!" Kathleen looked at the coffee with loving eyes. Norman hadn't allowed her to drink it, and although she'd ordered a cup with the cheeseburger, she was dying to have some more.

Steve gave her a cup. "Care to tell me your real name, now?"

Kathleen shook her head, and proceeded to make a list of things only Philip could've known. While she was doing it, Steve kept studying her face. Despite all the surgeries, there was still a hint of Philip's look in her features. However, Kathleen knew only a final proof could really convince him that she was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry for this," she said, and proceeded to unbutton her jeans. Steve stood petrified, staring with discomfort as she lowered the pants and then her lace panties. Her penis and balls were now almost atrophied, but they were undoubtably masculine genitalia.

"Do you believe me now?" asked Kathleen. She pulled her pants and gave him a resentful look, although deep down she knew he couldn't be blamed.

Steve let himself fall on a chair, while Kathleen took place in front of him on the small couch. He was very confused, but let Kathleen tell her whole story. He didn't interrupt her and listened carefully, and in the end her confused look had been replaced by horror and pity.

"Is this all true?" he asked feebly, too upset to digest all of that information.

"Unfortunately, yes," was Kathleen's dry comment. In truth, she'd left out some of the worst parts, like her rape by Charlie and some of Norman's most horrid tortures.

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"I can't be free unless I deal with Rob and Samantha. That's why I need your help."

Steve nodded, and their plan set up in motion.

For over a month, Kathleen lived with Steve, sleeping on his couch. Thanks to Norman's money, she was able to contribute to the rent. Besides, she was a trained housemaid, and taking care of a two-room flat was a piece of cake after cleaning a mansion. She settled into a cozy routine, keeping Steve's apartment tidy, and taking long walks out in the open. She also found a sympathetic doctor to get prescriptions for her new hormones. In the meantime, she prepared her plan. Using her never forgotten skills, but especially thanks to Steve's help and resources, she hacked into Rob and Samantha's system, this time without leaving a trace. She didn't gathered only a few bondage pictures, but also the proofs of all the criminal activities they were involved in. When she was finally ready to confront them, she had them in the palm of her hand. Through their files, she had also proofs to take down Anita and their other friends.

When she got out of the cab in the front of Rob and Samantha's mansion, it was almost the third anniversary of her kidnapping. She'd decided to dress up, styling her hair in a long ponytail, putting on full make-up, and wearing a little black dress with knee-high stiletto boots. Although that identity had been forced upon her, she felt like embracing it would be the best way to stand up to their former masters and state her freedom. Still, her heart was beating furiously as she entered the house. When Meng opened the door and saw her, she opened her eyes in surprise.

"Kathleen, what are you doing here?"

"Call them," she said, entering the house and walking into the living room. The hook on the ceiling where she'd been tied up on that awful party, over a year ago, was still there.

The first to arrive was Rob.

"Here you are, little slut! When I heard about poor Norman, I knew you'd came back crawling sooner or later!"

Kathleen raised her eyebrows but didn't answer. Samantha arrived in that moment and looked at her with pure rage in her eyes.

"How do you dare coming back here? Rob, take her!"

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," said Kathleen. "The police has surrounded the house, and they're listening to this conversation."

Samantha's face went pale. Rob, who was ready to grab Kathleen and immobilize her, stopped immediately, and looked desperately for a way out. Rosie and the rest of the personnel, Benny the cook, Khaled the gardener and a new driver she didn't know, joined Meng at the door, looking at them without knowing what to do.

"You know, I didn't actually have to come here," said Kathleen slowly. "The truth is I just wanted to look you all a last time in the eyes before you went down."

And with that, a whole police squad stormed the building. They were all arrested, and the proofs were so solid even the best lawyers couldn't do anything to stop them. During the trial, Charlie's body was found buried in the woods, and that was the final straw that earned Rob a life sentence and Samantha thirty years, since she hadn't been involved directly in the killing. As for Anita and the others, they all got at least twenty years. Kathleen's revenge was complete. At the end of the trial, she got a huge two-million-dollar reparation, and Steve helped her get a nice job at his company, so she could move out from his crowded place and get her own place, a wonderful penthouse in a quiet neighborhood. The last day before moving out, she decided to give Steve a goodbye gift.

She knew he was a huge Star Trek fan, so she bought a female uniform costume from the original series. The red minidress hugged her body like a glove and ended at barely her mid-thigh. She paired it with black lace lingerie, black sheer stockings, and a pair of black shiny high-heeled boots. Then, she did her make-up and waited patiently for him. When he came back home, he couldn't believe his eyes. The big bulge in his pants revealed everything about what he was feeling.

"You... you don't have to do this," he said.

Kathleen sashayed to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other one on his crotch. She let her long nail fingernails caress his bulge.

"I know," she whispered, "But what if I want to do this?"

Steve swallowed hard and stood immobile as she tied up her hair and knelt in front of him. She unbuttoned his jeans and freed his dick, which was rock hard. She used all of what she'd learned during her servitude to give him the best blowjob in history. The poor boy was powerless in front of that and erupted in her mouth after no more than two minutes.

"I... I don't know that to say," he said.

"Do you think we're done?" asked Kathleen, giving him a sexy innocent look.

It didn't take that long to get him hard again. She offered him her ass, and they fucked for hours. It was nothing like her experience with Rob or Norman. Steve was sweet and gentle, and he did everything he could to make her feel comfortable. When, in the end, she rolled up between his arms, she felt loved and safe. As for Steve, he was already in love.

Luckily for both, Kathleen's new penthouse was big enough for two. Steve moved out of his small flat and came over to her place. They looked like the perfect couple, and for the first time in maybe her whole life Kathleen felt good. However, there was still a last thing she had to do before she could really close the last chapter of her old life.

On a warm summer morning, Kathleen and Steve parked in front of the Riverside mall. She was all dolled up in a bright red sundress that matched her nails and a pair of stylish wedge heels. A flirty red bow adorned her head, and lots of bracelets dangled on her slender arms. Steve looked much more confident now and was handsome in a polo shirt and brown shorts. Tina's perfume shop looked the same, and she stood behind the counter.

"Kathleen?"

"Hello Tina!" said Kathleen with a warm smile. And they hugged.