Kidnapped for a weekend (Part 2)

by Stephanie Rogers

As the first guest stood outside the door, the laides checked me over.

"Shouldn't we have a wig on his head?"

"No time for that.  We'd have to shave him bald first."

Thank God they forgot!

"How about the gag?"

"Let's leave it out but remind him that if he starts making noise, then we
put it in for the rest of the evening."

They opened the door and in came two masked ladies.  The started what would
be the pattern for all the others, shedding their outer coats and revealing
not much underneath.  Not much in the way of clothes, I mean.  A lot of
skin
and a lot of nicely-shaped body.

The each stopped by to look at me and to partake of the goodies I had on
the
tray.  Some tried to get me to talk but I resisted that temptation.  But
what I could not resist was starting to get hard.  And that was my undoing!
The skirt was flat against my body and even though the thing around my
crotch kept me from going more than halfway hard, that's what I did - - and
it pushed out the skirt.

One of the girls noticed it and lifted up the skirt to find a semi-erect
penis.  Did that ever cause the others to come over.

"Look at that!  I thought this was a MAID!"

With that, she reached down and grabbed my penis.  Since my hands were
unable to defend him, I tried to back away but couldn't go more than a few
inches until I reached the wall.  That loosened her hold but she grabbed
again and yanked.  I let out a verbal sound and immediately one of the
women
brought over the gag, pushed it in my mouth, and buckled it in back.  Then
I
saw a small padlock being taken around the back of my head and heard it
being locked.  If that wasn't enough, she brought out a small tag which
read
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL MIDNIGHT and hung it on a ring in the front of the gag.

Now my penis was fair game.  The big yank had not only caused me to yell
but
also drop the tray.  I was in big trouble.  While a bunch of them held me,
my wrists were undone from the belt and the handcuffs were locked to the
same ring where the collar was locked.  I was turned to face the wall and
the spankings started.  It made little difference that it was not on bare
skin since each one of them took a turn, so they had fresh hands and I had
a
well-used and very sore butt.  They kept on.

After they got tired of that fun, my arms were brought back down and the
belt turned so there was a ring in front and one in back.  The handcuffs
were locked to the ring in back, the leash removed from the wall, and I was
led around the room by anyone who wanted to.

Then it was horseback riding time.  My wrists were brought to the front and
locked.  Then I was forced down on all fours.  But one of these bitches
decided the picture was not complete and reached into a bag she had
brought.
  It was a tail, complete with large butt plug on the end.  (Why the hell
would any woman have one of those?)  A hole was cut in my panties and
fishnets and the dildo slowly shoved in.

Now I was ready to be a horse!  That lasted for an hour until they were all
satisfied.  I was whipped on my butt to make sure I kept going, and the
plug
was shoved in from time to time as it did tend to slip with the movement of
my butt.  They stood me up at the end and found that I had wet my panties,
which gave them more ammuniation for humiliation.

It was at this point that I noticed one of the girls had been videotaping
the whole thing; she zoomed in for a close-up of the stain my my dress.
Was
there anything more they could do to me?

Yes, they took me to my bed, spread me out and locked me, and then put the
helmet over my head.  After washing my penis down, they took turns playing
with it - - stroking, sucking, etc.  But each time I even started to get
hard, they stopped.  And sometimes gave it a quick slap or held an ice cube
next to it.  Was I to get no relief?  No!

And at some time, they removed the gag and all was quiet.
 
 

Just like the night before, I slept in fits and starts; each time I tried
to move, the cuffs kept me secured to the bed.  This time my asshole didn't
ache as much, though the butt plug tail did take its toll.  It was more the
sexual frustration of waking with a half hardon - - all that the thing
around my crotch allowed - - but not being able to satisfy it at all.

I was aroused by someone putting pressure on the bed and then I heard
"Breakfast time!" with the instant smell of pussy.  Someone was sitting on
top of my face.

That day was sheer hell.  I won't go into gruesome detail except to say
that I was taken somewhere, cuffed and legironed, and wearing the remnants of my maid's outfit.  When we arrived, my mask was removed for me to see where I was - - inside a large barn.  The smell of hay was very strong.  More
masked women!  Two of them grabbed my helpless penis and two more ripped off the remains of what I was wearing on top, leaving me only with those fishnet tights - - which had holes in both front and back.  (I wished they had
removed them because it was probably less embarrassing to be seen totally
nude than with the fishnets.)  They played with me all day, and I was
helpless to stop them.  Leash on my collar, leash on the bottom of the
crotch thing, pulling a cart, giving piggy-back rides, and so on.  Most of
the time my mask was off but sometimes it went back on, and I didn't know
where we were going.

One particularly cruel game was hide and seek; I did the hiding.  How many
options do you have with handcuffs in back and legirons?  And when I
couldn't be found right away, the one with the remote control button sent a
jolt to my balls, and I yelled out.  What a way to stay hidden!

The jolt was demonstrated at various times to those who had not seen its
effectiveness.  And it was used to threaten me to behave, such as when my
wrists were brought from back to front and I was cuffed around a pole.  At
that time, a bunch of "new" girls - - those not at the party - - decided
THEY wanted to use a strap-on on me.  This time I was not gagged and I
alternated between crying and pleading for mercy and yelling in pain.
Obviously, they loved it!  I sure didn't.

As the day came to an end, I was placed (again, cuffed behind my back) in
the center of the women and my helmet put back on.  I was informed by one
of them that my past sins were felt to be erased at this point.  What were
those sins?  I didn't dare to ask but I knew it had to be related to my
date-rape activities.  After all, wouldn't the strap-on be the perfect
revenge for that?

"We are just a group of female vigilanties.  Nobody you have ever met is
here.  And we will continue to watch over you and make sure that you do not
date any women.  None.  Ever.  If we see you with one, and we will be
checking often, you will find it painful and embarrassing to be zapped.
How would you explain that to the girl?"

When I tried to say something, I was cut off with, "Yes, our little crotch
guard will stay on you!  You know, your life as a male sex object has come
to an end.  You can't even jerk yourself off because you can't reach a full
erection."

Then the words which chilled me.  "You might as well become a woman for all
the good being a man will do you!  We could find someone to do a gelding
job on you, at which point we'll remove your friend."

I was gagged and taken into the car.  After a while, we got out and I was
led - - totally naked except for those fishnets - - to somewhere and the
leash on my collar looped to something solid.  Maybe a tree branch?

"Your car keys are hanging from the ring on the front of your collar.  The
car is 50 feet away.  Goodbye and good luck."

Whoever found me - - and hat a sight I must have been - - called the police
and it took me a long time to convince them it was the truth.  They drove
me
to the place where the party was held - - and it was not only closed but
they told me nobody had been there for almost a year.  Looking in the
window confirmed this. When I got to work, I checked that e-mail again - - and it was gone.

Was it my fantasy?  Not with that thing on my crotch, tormenting me.
Charges were dropped when someone came up with an internet report from
another town of a similar incident.  In that case, too, there were no hard
clues as to who was behind it.  Only some poor helpless (and unnamed),
tormented male.

I took their advice and never went out on a date.  And that's why Steve
became Stephanie, in mind if not in body.

Stephanie