Kidnapped for a weekend

by Stephanie Rogers
 

I thought I was going to have a quiet relaxing weekend, not that I was not
open to a last-minute invitation for a show or concert.  On Thursday, I read
my office e-mail and there was an anonymous invitation to a party Friday
night.  It gave the address, said the dress code was tight-fitting athletic
clothing, and that one should come masked, not a flimsy mask but one which
should hide the identity.  That was it; no name or even e-mail address which
I could access.  (There was an address but I was told it was dead when I
tried to respond.  THAT should have set off an alarm in my head but it did
not.)

I decided to wear a biketard, and showed up at the club as directed.  There
were about 30 people inside, all masked, and not too far from an equal
male:female ratio.  Free food and open bar!  About an hour into the party, a
man made an announcement that the wrestling ring was open in the other room,
and that challenges were being accepted with the loser being the winner's
slave for the weekend.  Two out of three falls.

The first few couples did a half-hearted match; it almost seemed like they
had already determined the outcome and that they were just playing around.
One or two did put a collar and leash on the loser.  When it seemed about
over, a tall blonde challenged me.  What a body was poured into her red
unitard!  It certainly didn't seem to be anyone I had ever known, even with
her face hidden.  What the heck, I thought, I could use someone to give my
apartment a good cleaning.  (And, not too far back in my mind, I figured she
would probably be a good piece of ass.)

We climbed into the ring, which was about 1/4 of the standard size.  (After
all, someone did have to break it down and carry it in and out of the club.)
  The first fall went to me, with a full nelson which she couldn't break.
But in the next fall, she gave me a knee in the groin and as I tried to
recover from the shock and the pain, she grabbed my left arm, twisted it,
tossed me to the mat, and put one foot on my neck and the other under my arm
- - and started to twist.  I tried to release myself but to no avail, and
realizing that I would be at an extreme disadvantage in round 3 if I let her
continue, I gave up.

My arm hurt for round 3 and when she grabbed it and bounced me off the
ropes, I fell to the mat and she put a body scissors on me.  Man, were those
shapely legs powerful!  I tried to free myself and to hold out but know that
all that faced me was more pain, and still a certain loss.  I gave up.

"Are there any other matches, Charley?"  When he said there were not, she
asked if she could use the ring a little farther.  Did she have more
punishment for me?  Another round?  No, she flipped me on my stomach and I
felt others coming into the ring and stretching me out and then tying me
with rope to each of the four corners.  After that was done, my victor
produced a leather hood and removed my mask, then placed the hood on my
head.  It had no eye holes!  She zipped it up and I felt a collar going
around my neck and being locked in back.

"Now let's celebrate!  Drinks are on me."

Ad to me, she said, "Just relax and ponder what comes next.  You are going
to have a rough weekend ahead."

I tried to think of who might have set me up for this but in my condition, I
quickly fell asleep.  And woke with a start when I received a quick kick in
the crotch.  My hands were released, taken behind my back, and handcuffed.
Then my feet were released and pulled close enough together for a pair of
legirons.  Then a couple of people stood me up and I felt a leash being
snapped onto the front of my collar.

"By the way, there is a gag for that helmet.  If we need to, se will use it.
  The choice is yours."

I was led outside and when we stopped, I announced that I had to take a
piss.

"We could let him do it right in his unitard.  Wouldn't that be
embarrassing?  But since we have to wait for the car, we do have time."

I was back up to a pole and one ankle unlocked and then relocked.  Then one
wrist was unlocked and my arms pulled around the pole and locked.  Then I
felt and heard the material on the front of my unitard being cut, and a
sudden coolness hit my "private" parts.

"OK, take your piss. And don't forget to shake it clean."

I relieved myself and then skook it best as I could; I imagined how funny it
must have been to see me and embarrassing to be seen.

"OK, I have a way to keep him under control."

I felt a piece of rope being looped around my crotch and then pulled snugly.
  When my wrist was unlocked, this time it was relocked in front of me, and
then put down below my waist - - where it was held in place by that rope!
My wrists were secured to my crotch!!!  No way to move them without making
pain for myself in a potentially-painful area.

"This will be more confortable for you in the car than having your arms
behind you."

The legirons were brought around from the back of the pole, relocked, and
with a tug of the leash, we went a few feet and then I heard a car door
open, I was pushed inside, and the door closed.

I tried to complain and to ascertain who or why or what was all this
happening, but the sole response was to remind me to be quiet or the gag
would be put in place.  I took the hint and asked no futher.

I lost all track of time and sense of direction during the trip.  I think I
dozed off a few times but each bump that made my wrists pull at my crotch
rope woke me up.  We arrived somewhere and I was taken out of the car, on a
leash, and walked a couple of dozen steps.

"Here he is."

"Put him on the bed.  It's late and he'll need his rest."

It was a voice that I did not recognize from anywhere in my past, but it
also sounded like it was faked - - abnormally low.

My handcuffs were undone from the crotch rope and relocked behind my back.
I could feel myself being place against something which was knee-high and
then pushed forward onto something soft.  I was pulled forward and my ankles
now were undone and resecured once they were spread apart.  Before my wrists were temporarily freed, my top half was lifted uop and a pillow put under my pelvis.  Then my handcuffs were unlocked and with an added pair, they were spread out to my sides and locked to what seemed like a bar.

"Put the gag in.  I don't want him making too much noise."

The ball gag went into my mouth and was buckled in back.

"OK, now that you have shown many times in the past that you can dish it
out, can you take it?"

With that, there was a rip in back and my ass was suddenly bare.  And then I
felt the bed sink down, as if there was someone else on it.  And my ass
cheeks spread out, followed by a cold blob of cream.  My worst fears were
realized - - a strap-on dildo slid into my ass and then hit the full length.
  I tried to scream but no sound came thru the gag.  I chewed on the gag but
it was not going to give way.  In and out and in and out, and then she was
done.

"Anyone else?"

Two more voices said they would like to try it, and I was subjected to the
humiliation and pain for another half hour or so (as I estimated, while cut
off from all sense of time and place.)  Then it stopped.  By this time I was
crying in my hood

"That's it for now.  Let him rest.  Tomorrow we prepare him for the party
I'm having at night.  He's going to be my maid."

The gag was removed and I called out to tell them I did not deserve this and
to let me go and I would say nothing to the police.  No answer.  I pulled on
my wrists but the cuffs were secure.  So were the legirons connecting each
ankle to the bar.

What did she mean by "dish it out"?  When I had been in college on the
basketball team, many girls wanted to date me and the dates usually ended up
with sex.  They DID want that, didn't they?  It wasn't "date rape," was it?
And since I had done that with some of the girls at work . . . .

Could it possibly be that one of them was getting revenge?  And how pissed
off must she be for this kind of revenge?

The final thought before I dozed off, and I don't know how I managed to
sleep with this on my mind - - would she end up castrating me at the end of
the weekend?
I don't know how I managed to get any sleep, what with my constant worrying
about my future, who was doing this to me, and my very sore asshole.  And
each time I shifted around, I heard the rattling of chain as the handcuffs
and legirons prevented my from shifting around.  At least I didn't have the
pillow under my stomach or the gag in my mouth!  (Be thankful for small
favors.)

I was awakened by a slap on my butt.  With the helmet still on, there was no
way of telling what time it was, but I knew that I needed to go to the
bathroom. And I said so.  Just like the night before in the wrestling ring,
my wrists were locked behind my back and then the legirons were relocked on
my ankles.  I was helped up and then that damn rope was retied around my
crotch.

After a bit of a walk, I was told that I could now pee.  When the stream
finished, they told me that they would do the shaking for me - - and the
rope was tugged back and forth.  I'd rather have done it myself, but there
was no way I'd offer that opinion.  Then back to the bed, where I was laid
on my back and rechained like for the night.

"You are to be our maid tonight.  We are having a party for you to be the
server and the clean-up person.  You will be dressed in the regular maid's
outfit, with fishnet tights and short skirt."

The a new voice.  "Yes, but what do you do about his male parts if he is
supposed to be a she?"

"Good point.  I think we have three choices.  Remove them, hide them, or do
like a bad drag job, letting them show."

I'd certainly vote for the latter two but didn't dare say so.

"First of all, in any case with fishnets, we need to shave his body.
Fishnets don't look good with hair sticking out from under them."

With that, my bottom was lited up and a pillow put under it, leaving my
crotch up in the air like my ass had been the night before.

"Now we are going to remove your helmet so you can see your penis, maybe for the last time.  But the gag will be put in."

And before I had a chance to say much, the switch was made.  I couldn't see
much of the room because two bright lights were directly over my body, like
in an operating room.  There were 4-5 women nearby, all of them masked like
I had been.  And dressed in tight figure-revealing unitards, some of lycra
and others of latex or PCB.

I watched as they started to snip away at my pubic hair with scissors.
(This was preceeded by a warning not to flinch or there might be some damage
done!)  When the hair was reduced to stubble, one of them short shaving
cream from a bomb all over my lower half and the crew started in with safety
razors, one on each leg and two on my pubic area.  I would say that they
were more efficient than gentle, but there were no nicks or cuts.  Could
they have done this before?

I was watching all of this, more or less fascinated.  Or was I looking out
for the welfare of my little friend?  There was certainly nothing I could do
to help protect him!  When they finished, a damp rag was run all over the
area they had cut and, like at a barber shop, a mirror held up so I could
see the finished result.  If I din't have the gag in my mouth, would I have
complimented them?  I rather doubt it as they could have taken it as sarcasm
and done me harm.

Once I dried, one of them took a strap with a bump and showed it to me.

"This is something new that we have worked on.  It will keep you under our
control without the need for handcuffs or legirons, though we will still use
them for extra security, as well as for show."

She reached down and put the thing around my no-longer-private parts, pulled
it very snug, and then fiddled with it as locking it.

"This is a remote control unit.  I'll give you a demonstraton of what
setting number one is like.  It goes up to ten."

With that, she pushed a button and a surge of electricity attacked my balls.
  I muffled a cry in my gag.  The pain was unsettling.  And when she
switched it to setting two, it was uncomfortable.

"Get the idea?  You can't get this off without castrating yourself.  And we
will not hesitate to use it if you misbehave.  And you only experienced the
first two settings.  Think of what number five would feel like?  The pain
would instantly paralyze you, so don't take a chance."

I said something which didn't come out through the gag.  Maybe she figured
out what it was because she followed up with,

"You are probably thinking that you have nothing to lose by rushing for the
control.  First of all, there are two controls and you might get only one of
them before you are zapped.  Secondly, this foolhardy action would not be to
save your life.  You will be released at the end of the weekend, just like
the slave-for-a-weekend deal said you would be.  Intact but a little worse
for wear."

I mumbled something like "thank you."  Imagine, thank you!

"Now it's time we go shopping for your maid's outfit for tonight."

I was standing there totally naked, except for the restraints I was wearing.
  The unitard, or what remained of it, had been cut off before the shaving
began.  I was taken to a full-length mirror to see the extent of the
"improvement" - - their words.  How funny it was to see my poor little
friend without any hair around him.  Even more vulnerable than he had been.

With a warning/reminder about the newly installed thing under my balls, my
wrists and ankles were released.  I immediately reached down to my crotch
and confirmed that that thing was there to stay, unless I got myself
castrated.  What a great option!

After some breakfast, we prepared for the shopping trip.  I was given some
women's panties to wear and then a pair of shorts and T-shirt; they wanted
something easy for me to remove in the store.  Then the hood was replaced so
I was unable to see where we were going.

So I don't know what the store was but they explaind to the clerk that they
wanted fishnet tights and a skating dress in my size.  I was handed the
tights and told to put them on; I asked to be guided to the dressing room
but was told that I didn't need it.  So I removed the shorts - - and heard a
titer of laughter at the sight of my flowered panties - - and carefully fed
the tights over my feet and pulled them up to my waist.  Then the dress,
which felt like a leotard with a skirt attached.  One of them zipped it up
the back and asked me to move around to check the fit.  I admit it was
comfortable!

The afternoon was spent cleaning house for the party.  I was still in my
maid's outfit and wore legirons, but no helmet.  Only the collar.  But since
I was not masked, the girls were.

When it came time for the party, I was told to strip and take a shower.
With the soap as lubricant, I tried again to slip off the thing on my crotch
but to no avail.

When I went to dress, I was told that we would skip the panties.  When the
fishnets were in place, one of the girls took a pair of scissors and cut a
couple of the strands and pulled my penis thru the mesh.  When the skating
dress went on, she did the same thing in the crotch.  When I saw myself in
the mirror, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry - - my little friend
sticking out from under the skirt.

Then restraints went back on.  Legirons, collar (locked to zipper on
leotard), a wide belt with rings on the sides, and handcuffs on each wrist,
with the chain padlocked to those belt rings.  I felt at least I had one
plus, that the helmet would hide my identity.

Guess again, Roger.  I was to remain uncovered but all the others were to be
masked.  I was handed a long tray to hold with finger food and told that my
duty was to stand and serve.  And to keep my in my place, a shirt chain from
the back of my collar was attached to an eyelet on the wall.  (They talked
about attaching another chain to the thing under my crotch but that would
destroy the image they had created with the lone penis showing.)

And then the doorbell rang..............

To be continued  : see PART II