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He had been taken well away from the country estate, back to a town. He had been dressed provocatively for a particular purpose. That purpose was essentially humiliation, to play on the feelings of distaste he had clearly shown during that first successful interrogation. B is, as I have already said, resourceful and intelligent. He has achieved his success by exploiting the weaknesses of others, sometimes their ignorance, their lack of brains or power. But more often their greed, their fears and their secrets. And he has become convinced that for most of us, our weaknesses are often just our strengths taken a bit too far. A’s strengths lay in his personal courage, his ability to withstand pain and physical degradation, in his self-esteem and sense of his maleness. And that was just what B was going to turn into weakness. B planned to destroy A by denying him access to everything which would allow him to reconstruct his masculinity, by reinforcing the weakness of the female and by associating him with that female state.

‘Oh you sexy minx, showing us your knees like that. Can we see a bit higher?’ One of B’s interrogators had arrived to continue the questioning, to B’s script. He pushed the skirt higher, well above the tops of the stockings, revealing the lacy underslip and the white knickers. ‘Ooh, look at her lovely knickers. Doesn’t it give you a thrill to see a girl showing off her underwear? Sarah, you really are a saucy little minx.’ He made A aware of the fact that they had shaved his legs, sliding his hands provocatively up his calves and thighs. Despite the fact that his arms were tied behind him, A struggled to his feet, trying to get his balance in those high heeled boots. Standing upright meant at least that the hem of the skirt fell to cover the top half of his thighs but they were determined to make him see what they had done. They half carried him across the room and stood him in front of a wardrobe mirror. Their teasing began again. ‘Look at yourself, Sarah. Don’t you look pretty? Those boots are just perfect with that little skirt. Isn’t Sarah a nice name? You needn’t bother to waste your time trying to suck the lipstick off - its a stain not a paint. Barbara has given you a complete facial, very expensive. Do you like it? Your make-up has been done by one of the world’s experts so don’t spoil it. Look at your pretty eyebrows. Aren’t they a lovely shape now? That eye shadow is definitely you. A man could really fancy you, Sarah. I bet you’ve done this before. Have you ever had a man? Did he enjoy it? Looking like you do, it’s obvious that you did. Give us a kiss, you’re irresistible.’ They played with him, grabbing at his make believe breasts, holding him round the waist and laughing as he shook his head to avoid letting them kiss him. The heavy earrings on his ears sparkled in the sunlight as they moved. He had indeed been almost completely feminised. His clothes were on the tarty side of sexy and his make-up was extravagant - vivid eye colouring, his eyebrows shaved to a fine line which arched in apparent surprise, bright red lips and rouged cheeks. Only his short hair remained and they soon produced a long blonde wig which they threatened to put on his head. When he resisted their efforts, they revealed B’s plan for the day. ‘Today’s the day for your special treat, Sarah. You were such a good girl when you told us those secrets. B has insisted that we give you a reward. Don’t you want to know what it is? We’ve been told to let you go outside. The boss thinks that you have been kept indoors too long, you’re beginning to get pale. So let’s put this wig on you, so that you don’t look too much like a man dressed up. Then you can go out for a walk in the sunshine. Perhaps you’d like to come shopping. We could take you to some of the lovely dress shops in the town centre. Or perhaps you’d like to look at the knickers and other underwear in Marks and Spencers. That would be nice for you, wouldn’t it Sarah? It will make such a change, won’t it, to look at lovely underclothes in the shop rather than as you strip them off one of your conquests? But first, to get you used to the open air, we’re going to let you spend the morning on the balcony. You’ll like that, being out in the open air, feeling the breeze round your knees. Not a lot, perhaps and certainly not as much as the boys over the road.’ A was taken across to the sliding window and shown the balcony. Just across the road from the flat they had taken him to was a large boys’ school, four storeys high. Once out on the balcony, two floors above the ground, he would be visible and, looking like a rather tarty woman, would be studied. ‘The boys will be starting their morning break in a few minutes. Just let us get this wig on and you can go outside and show yourself off to them. You can show them your legs or perhaps you’d like to take off the blouse so that they can see your chest. Sorry Sarah, I meant your tits. But a lady like you wouldn’t use such language. Or perhaps you’d like to take all of these pretty clothes off when you get out there. The boys won’t mind. I think they’ll really enjoy it. What fun they’ll have when they find out that you’re only pretending to be a woman. Or perhaps they’ll spot you straight away. Poofters like you who dress up as women are always saying that children can spot them quickest. Now come on, put this wig on or they’ll spot you as soon as you go out there. Unless you’d rather answer a few more of our questions. And don’t try to lie this time or you’ll spend all day out there - and tomorrow as well, until they do know what you are. You know that all those young boys will be just itching to see a young lady’s body or her underclothes. They would be even more interested in watching a man pretending to be a woman - just imagine how they’ll watch when they find out you’re not real. And without a wig, you’re so obvious. Now, it’s nearly time for their morning break so let’s get you out there for them. ‘Cause you’re going out there, with or without the wig.’